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Shadows P.o.v

I was not here. I was not here at all. I was not watching my step-brother being dragged down the same steep steps I just rose from. I was not hearing him curse franticly as he tried to escape. I was not watching the man I barely knew drag my step-brother into a room I've never seen before. I was not staring blankly at Johnny as he leaned heavily on Vic's chest causing him to gasp for oxygen. I was not standing and doing nothing as this scene unfolded. I simply was not.

Well that's what I kept saying to myself.

It was impossible to think clearly in this situation. But, it was impossible to not think in this situation as well. Let's take things slow shall we? Well first I'm standing in a room with my rapist step brother and a serial killer. Second I'm sure the serial killer is going to….well kill him. Between the curses of my brother and the taunts from Johnny I hear a sound… a sad sound, something like the wail from a little girl. As I studied this new sound I found myself sinking steadily to the ground. Strange I never felt my knees go weak.

I felt surprised, when I saw my step- brother and Johnny looking at me. I coughed then, realizing how raw my throat was. The childish like wail returned and was louder in my ears then before. Was it I who was making such a noise... I felt everything then. How I inhaled sharply every time I finished a chorus of cries, how my eyes burned with warm tears, and how I was violently shivering from a mix of fear and cold.

With tear clouding my vision I only saw a dark shape move toward me. I did my best to stop crying, which rewarded me with a constant cycle of hiccups and gasp of air. I pulled the hem of my makeshift skirt to my face wiping my eyes before burying my face in it. Without looking up I already knew who it was in front of me.

Johnny's P.O.V

She seemed too different. It was impossible that this was the same person I meet only a day ago. Of course everything and nothing can change in a day. How I don't feel the need to simply drive a stake through her head is beyond me. How I don't just kill her Bastard of a step-brother and use his blood for my wall is something I can't figure out. Now how I'm just sitting crossed legged in front of her pleading for her not to cry is something I will never know. It didn't matter that I couldn't see her face the constant jerk of her bare shoulders told me everything. I studied her face as she lifted her head out of her hands. I did my best to figure out what she was feeling. She couldn't actually have any emotions beside hate for her brother... could she? She kept her crimson eyes down while rubbing them. I knew it wasn't because of irritation reason… it was because she didn't want to look at me.

Had I scared her that much? Could she not see the good I was doing? If I kill him now it would just be that much easier to get him out of her head! He wouldn't be missed. But Shadow… she was something everyone would miss. She is someone that could liven up a graveyard, which I might add could be a party all by itself but she could add a spark to it. And I would hate to destroy that spark.

I was suddenly glad Shadow was looking down. I rose to my knees and gave her what seemed to be an awkward hug before swiftly grabbing her damp face in my hand and pushing backwards. I was careful not to use too much force, because then I would have a mess. Her posture shook before relaxing and I removed my hand cautiously. Her cherry eyes were closed and she had a feather light breath. As Shadows body began to fall I caught her and laid her softly onto the ground.

With one obstacle out the way I was able to move onto my next.

Norm. Pov-

"W-w-what did you do to her?" Vic screamed in horror. He had watched helplessly as the homicidal maniac rendered his step-sister unconscious. Hearing the distraught cry Nny stood from his crouched position before the fragile DJ, and turned with a menacing grin plastered on his face.

"Well isn't it obvious," Nny crooned "I took her away from you". Nny had now lost all of his ties to mercy, or any other emotion besides the drive to kill. Vic looked up at Johnny, doing his best not to show fear but ultimately failing. With a quick stride over to his victim Nny dragged him to the nearby wall, pulling him up to a standing position. Without another thought Johnny pulled out two identical black hilted daggers and hurled them into the vile person in from of him. They hit their marks perfectly. The one Nny had thrown from his right impaled Vic in his right lower side, while the one he threw from his left struck him right above his hip on the left.

Vic had not been prepared for this. He had expected the man to simply beat him up quite frankly .But now as his new wounds seeped crimson liquid into his cloths an onto the floor. While his nerves were on fire with the shock of pain he came to a quick and accurate statement.

"I'm gonna die" Vic gasp. His thoughts had brought his head low but he raised it in order to see the one applauding. Nny was currently sitting crossed legged on an old create. He had heard the whisper and found it marvelous that there would not be a single minute filled with pointless noise. Again he continued to clap in both a mocking and frightening manner.

Seeing as his victim had no other thoughts besides that of his upcoming death, Johnny decided to question him about the last thing he did while he was still part of the living.

"Why?" Johnny asked. It was a simple statement that held a very heavy question with only one possible answer. Vic was well aware of this too. Aware of the question, of the meaning and well aware that he was to answer. That only left a slight problem. He didn't know why he did it. Well he did but he knew his answer probably won't come close enough to save him now. In fact he doubted anything could save him right now.

As if hearing his thoughts Johnny gave a short sigh before answering his own question.

" You did because you thought that you could, you figured you could get away with by some method of escape after the damage was done, all the while silently bragging to yourself . It would then lead to you thinking that you could get away with everything which in short would hasten your demise." Johnny ranted without missing a beat.

It was down to a science for him anyway. He had killed a myriad of people way worse than Vic so his definition of why people like him was a second nature guess.

"Well I really guess there's nothing else, "Johnny started "I know your reasons for your mindless behavior and now you know your fate so, I saw we get this over with."

It was set in stone what would happen then, with Vic held fast to the wall and Johnny remembering a heart transplant video had seen recently….

With his job now finished Johnny had nothing left to do. He stared at the profusely bleeding corpse with slight sadness.

"I hope you know I didn't kill her" Nny mumbled" I gave her slight head trauma, which should give her amnesia from the past two days... so it's like it never happened. I'm lucky it was still late night cause I dropped her back at her rave/club/dance…thing." Nny pondered the name for a bit. Blood-boat, blood-beat? No no It was … Bloody-bass…weird

Jumping up from his slack position near the corpse and vowing to return later to clean up the mess. He trotted up the two creaking flights of stairs to one of his favorite positions by the window. He thought of returning to the dance place just to make sure she was alright, but thought against it. Besides he had a bar to hit next week and he was pretty sure that would be a lot of fun.

Done! Done! IM DONE! THESE PANCAKES ARE DONE AND SO IS …..um I don't know.

So if you don't already know I'm finally finished with this story that took way too long to write/finish

Im so so so so so so so so sorry for the delay and I hope I can make it up to you.

Besides my B-days tomorrow and imma party all day XD… Bye – bye :3