In But A Dream - A Sailormoon/JtHM crossover
If Death was a sin
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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her. This particular chapter was written by Hailey McCarthy-Goode ____________________
In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
chapter 14 ~ if death was a sin...~
The wind blew roughly all around her. The mountains fresh breeze being blasted against her frail body. Pushing her towards an ever- impending cliff. The soft ocean's waves crashed against the stereotypically jagged rocks below. The thunder boomed and the crackling sound of lightning splitting through a dry tree over her shoulder made her jump and this jump was her last. The wind flurried her down in its tough currents. The rocks loomed. A perfectly sharp one was in her range. If her body could land just on the point, she'd get a hundred points and a cute, fuzzy, rabbit plush that was pink and stared at you like it hadn't fucked in a million years. CLOSER… CLOSER… CLOSER… AND STOP! The floor was hard and unbearable. She'd had enough of the bullshit. "Cut to the chase Johnny." Hotaru spat out as she rose from the floor on which she had fallen asleep. He sat there still. He had been sitting there the whole time. Watching her twitter in her sleep. He did not dare to wake her up, in case thatticuticular dream was good a good one. Least he could offer her was her last pleasent dream before imminant dismemberment. His thoughts were directed solely to her.
"Okay. Now… maybe you should sit…"
"I don't WANT to sit around waiting for you to make up your mind. I know the door to this room is locked both sides and you only have ke key, and I wanna get it!" Hotaru glared at the thin maniac, relenting to the facts. "But… I really guess I can't… so tell me… what are we going to do…?"
"Let me tell you a story. SIT." His commanding voice bellowed through the ghastly room and even though he was trying to be nice and mellow, and be inviting to the little one, he seemed harsh and rank and would be great cooked over an open flame (alive of course) and then eating it's fleshy meat as it screamed in agony… And such were Tomoe Hotaru's thoughts… (YUMMY JOHNNY MEAT!) The floors heart began to beat rapidly… NOOOO not another story… Johnny C. please… No more stories… "Yes, a story… hmm…" You should tell her _that_ story. The story of the one who got away. That one… I love that one… it's sooo sad…! Tell it, do tell… I don't know if I can… oh, but you must!… OH NO… okay… fine then… maybe I should… "Okay. Since you asked for it. This story is called Lady Devi." Hotaru regarded him curiously, as if becoming intrigued by his notion to tell her a bed time story, after she had woken up. The floor began to become weakened with puzzlement… Why this story…? Why's he telling her this story…? "Now, there was a girl… a very strange… enchanted girl… and she spoke of many things… we never… had a chance…" "WE?" "Yes, we, now shut up and listen… so, her and I met one lovely day in a book store that she worked in. It was wonderful. We went on a few excursions and later, I began to realize that she was something I wanted… but I couldn't… understand… what was going on inside me… so… I guess I snapped… and I didn't want to let her go I guess… and I wanted to keep it like that forever… and ever… keep that moment… in the darkness of my house… when we sat together on the little couch… and I fell in…" He turned away from Hotaru, who's eyes had become wide. She wished to learn what happened and what Johnny had been thinking. She began to understand him… and she began to feel sorry for that little man hunched there telling her a tale, that she didn't have any idea what it meant to him and where it would leave. The floor's heart collapsed and it slowly sighed… Maybe this story won't end in the death of an innocent person… Maybe… She could have sworn she heard Johnny sniff. This sniff climbed into his lungs through the wrong tube, making him cough, trying to gasp for air. He straightened up his slender body, which grew to the ceiling. He turned to face her. "Do you know what happens in the end of this story?" He asked. His smile grew into a sneer. Johnny's nostrils widened, and he grimaced. He could smell the blood, sticking to the walls. The blood used to ooze and slither down the walls, freshly, never knowing where the currents would take it and let it drip to the floor. But soon enough, it would dry, and leave the putrid smell in its tracks. Hotaru shook her head rapidly, not wanting to wait another second to hear the end. She was eager and impatient and she was a teenager… " I FUCKED IT UP… I FUCKED IT UP… I… FUCKED… IT… UP!" He swooned on the spot and got up drunkenly. Sipping on his insanity he had become so easily intoxicated. He cackled and his laugh became a scream, and eventually a very well needed cry… …Johnny, look what you have done. Don't cry, that's a sign of your weakness, don't let her see you like this… KILL HER NOW… … NOOOO, I'm not going to kill her… not yet at least. And plus, I DON'T CARE. LET HER SEE ME CRY. LET HER. I DON'T CARE…! Hotaru got up from where she had been sitting. She had become infatuated with this strange little man that had kidnapped her and had been so cruel to her. Keeping her locked in a secret underground room. Lost. Maybe forever. She walked hypnotically over to him, and put her hand out towards his sopping wet face. He shrieked. " GET AWAY YOU… YOU… GET AWAY… JUST GET AWAY…"