|Nny is sick
Author: CannibalCommander PM
Nny becomes sick in this short story, and is provided unwanted help.Rated: Fiction T - English - Johnny C. & Jimmy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,171 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 06-13-12 - Published: 05-24-12 - id: 8148449
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Jimmy rubbed his head, checking for blood. He found none. He looked up to see Johnny rising from his bed, shaking and stretching out his limbs. He stammered to Jimmy and pushed him down with his boot.
"You fucking slimmy ass bastard!" His voice was a bit raspy from the sickness, and blood swelled up around his tongue. "NEVER TOUCH ME! YOUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE NICOTINE AND ROTTEN SUGAR!"
Jimmys hands went up to Nnys wrists, grabbing them gently. Johnny snapped his hands around his and slammed his foot into his chest, the sound of Jimmys cracking ribs filling the room. He pulled violently on Mmy's arms.
"OW! OOOW! STOP- REALLY, NNY- I- " His voice disappeared in gargled blood. It flooded his mouth lightly and he turned his head roughly to spit it out onto the wooden floor, staining it, and gasping under broken ribs and punctured lungs.
Johnny bent over and looked at the other. There was a quick skittering noise. His gaze shot back up to the bedrooms door. Dragging Jimmy by his arm, Johnny walked out the room, cautiously heading to the window right of the front door. Jimmy moaned in pain beneath him.
"Shut the fuck up."
Johnny peered out the boarded window. A small kid ran across his front lawn, squeaking and avoiding the killers house all together to get to the other house. He pulled a small wagon behind him with boxes stacked in it. It tipped over.
Squee turned to pick up the cookie boxes that he dropped. They were for his schools fundraiser, after all, and the other kids would definitely hurt him if they found out he couldn't even sell a box of cookies.
As his small hands grabbed for the last box, it was nudged slightly by a larger, bonier one with cuts lining the fingers, knuckles scabbed. He looked up.
"Are you okay? I saw you drop this, so I came to help you."
Johnny put the cookie box on top of the others in the wagon. Squee's skin paled. His eyes wandered to the scary mans door. It was open, and there was a man crawling halfway out of it.
"Uh-uhhh- I- what's THAAT?" His voiced squeaked at the last word.
Johnny turned to look at Jimmy, but when he looked back to Squee, Squee was long gone, running as fast as his little feet would allow him, leaving a trail of boxes behind him.