Fic: Traumatize Thy Neighbor
I just joined and I though I'd get the ball rolling with a fic. It was inspired by my best friend Tasha. She came up with it at random and, well, I gave i life. Hey.....Someone needed to move into Eden's apartment....
TITLE: Traumatize thy Neighbor
AUTHOR: you_ravish_me
PARING: Matt/OC Mohinder/Sylar (sorta, yeah I guess) I know, I know....it's not Ma/Mo but it'll be good!
SUMMARY “Excuse me.” The boy said. “But, do you happed to have any Bactine? I think some of this blood is my own.” Crossover with Johnny The Homicidal Maniac. Yeah....this is going to be a fun trip XD For those of you that don't know who JTHM is... http://www.tbns.net/georgis./jthm/issues.html Alot of Johnny's lines come out of the comic. Like the one with the dog.....you'll see.....
WARNING: Strong language, Sexual themes(later chapters), Mature content, insanity:P
RATING: Mature.
DISCLIAMER: I own nothing. Heroes belongs to NBC, Johnny belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. So don't sue.
Mohinder was away, Molly was at school and Matt, on his day off, was seconds away from dosing off into a nap on the sofa. That is, until the banging.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Matt jolted up of the sofa and looked at the door. The banging commenced. He picked himself off the couch. Less then pleased about doing so, and walked over to the door. He opened it.
And there, standing in the door was a boy. No younger than eighteen, no older than twenty. Covered in blood. Matt just stared.
The boy looked up at him and smiled. “Excuse me.” The boy said. “But, do you happed to have any Bactine? I think some of this blood is my own.” He finished, blinking innocently, as if having merely asked for something akin to a cup of sugar. Matt gaped but quickly picked his jaw up off the floor and managed to sputter; “Ah…yeah…um come in.”
The boy walked in to the apartment, smiling as he looked around. Matt took another look at the boy. He arms and hands were saturated in blood. His tee shirt too. There was also some blood splattered on his face. He looked like something out of a horror movie or a Sylar victim. And why the hell was this kid smiling?! He looked like a massacre but was as happy a kid on Christmas morning! Matt gave his head a shake and muttered;
“I’ll go get the Bactine.”
Matt went into the bathroom and retrieved the ointment from the cabinet above the sink. When he walked backed out, the boy was still smiling. Matt set the bactine down on the table and went to the sink to get a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. He grabbed the ointment and walked over to the kid, asking him to sit down, pulling out a chair. The boy sat and Matt began to clean the wounds.
The whole situation was insane. Strange kid banging on the door, covered in blood…..if the last few months hadn’t went down, this whole scenario would be really messed up. Still, Matt began tending to the wounds. He wasn’t just going to let the kid bleed.
As Matt washed off the wet crimson from the boy he noticed how pale the kid was. Like a ghost or a vampire. His eyes were a washed out looking blue, like a blue sky polluted by grey clouds. He hair was jet black and looked like it hadn’t been washed in, well, a while. His clothes were a vast cornucopia of black and dingy white. Yet, his face looked somewhat angelic. Save for the blood. Matt looked at him as he wiped his face. He was rewarded with a smile. Who knew? Matt finally spoke.
“What happened to you?” Matt asked. Asking the kid’s name would have probably been a better opening question , but oh well.
“He tried to kill me.” The boy answered simply. As if it was completely obvious.
Matt gaped. “Who?” He asked with concern. “Who tired to kill you?”
“A man.” Was all Matt got.”
“Well, what did he look like?” Matt pressed. Only to be answered with;
“Like all the other social maggots.”
Matt was struck silent. How in the world do you respond to that? Instead he asked another question.
“What’s your name?”
“Johnny.” He replied. “But…everyone calls me Nny.”
'Nny' Matt though. ' Alright….Nny it is.'
“Hi Nny.” Matt said. “My name is Matt. When did this happed?” Matt said applying bactine and gauze to the cuts.”
“Just now.” Johnny replied.
“And are you sure you can’t tell me what he looked like?” Matt asked, getting up and walking over to Mohinder’s desk. He picked up a piece of paper and walked back over to Johnny. “Did he look like this?” Matt asked, holding up a picture of Sylar.
“No” was Johnny’s simple response. At least that was ruled out. Matt decided to ask another question.
“Where do you live….Nny?” For some reason he found ‘Nny’ a little odd to say.
Johnny smiled. “Across the hall.”
Matt Smiled back. “Hey, that’s great. We have a new neighbor.”
Johnny’s face suddenly dead panned. His brows knitted together. “We?” He looked around seeing nobody but Matt. “Who’s…..we?” Johnny said very seriously, giving Matt a very suspicious look.
“Uh…” Matt tipped his head and looked confused. “My roommate and my daughter?”
“Oh. Ok.” Johnny said. He faced relaxed, he let out a sigh, tensing up immediately after. “Are they real?”
Matt just blinked. What kind of question was that? Are they real? What, did this kid think Matt was making them up? That he some how cooked up an Indian scientist and a little girl and they were all living happily in his head? Johnny was looking at him as if he had done just that.
“No.” Matt said slowly. “They’re just not home right now.” Johnny looked relieved again. Matt looked spooked. He got up. “I’m just going to dump this water in the bathroom. Wait here?”
Johnny nodded. “Ok Matt.” He watched Matt walk over to the bathroom. He smiled. Matt eyed him wearily.
Matt stepped into the bathroom and dumped the bloody water down the drain. He shook is head. This. Kid. Was. Weird. And maybe a little paranoid. Albeit, Johnny was all cut up. That in itself would be enough to freak anybody out. But asking if Mohinder and Molly were real? That was just a bit….off.
Matt heard the front door open. Mohinder was home. Good. Maybe he could figure this kid out. He heard Mohinder call out from the living room.
“Matt? Who is…”
“DID THE DOG SEND YOU!!!!?????!!!!!!????!”
Matt bolted into the living room.
TBC.......
I know this is a long stray from the norm but....change can be good, right? Right? Please read and review:)
TITLE: Traumatize thy Neighbor
AUTHOR: you_ravish_me
PARING: Matt/OC Mohinder/Sylar (sorta, yeah I guess) I know, I know....it's not Ma/Mo but it'll be good!
SUMMARY “Excuse me.” The boy said. “But, do you happed to have any Bactine? I think some of this blood is my own.” Crossover with Johnny The Homicidal Maniac. Yeah....this is going to be a fun trip XD For those of you that don't know who JTHM is... http://www.tbns.net/georgis./jthm/issues.html Alot of Johnny's lines come out of the comic. Like the one with the dog.....you'll see.....
WARNING: Strong language, Sexual themes(later chapters), Mature content, insanity:P
RATING: Mature.
DISCLIAMER: I own nothing. Heroes belongs to NBC, Johnny belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. So don't sue.
Mohinder was away, Molly was at school and Matt, on his day off, was seconds away from dosing off into a nap on the sofa. That is, until the banging.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Matt jolted up of the sofa and looked at the door. The banging commenced. He picked himself off the couch. Less then pleased about doing so, and walked over to the door. He opened it.
And there, standing in the door was a boy. No younger than eighteen, no older than twenty. Covered in blood. Matt just stared.
The boy looked up at him and smiled. “Excuse me.” The boy said. “But, do you happed to have any Bactine? I think some of this blood is my own.” He finished, blinking innocently, as if having merely asked for something akin to a cup of sugar. Matt gaped but quickly picked his jaw up off the floor and managed to sputter; “Ah…yeah…um come in.”
The boy walked in to the apartment, smiling as he looked around. Matt took another look at the boy. He arms and hands were saturated in blood. His tee shirt too. There was also some blood splattered on his face. He looked like something out of a horror movie or a Sylar victim. And why the hell was this kid smiling?! He looked like a massacre but was as happy a kid on Christmas morning! Matt gave his head a shake and muttered;
“I’ll go get the Bactine.”
Matt went into the bathroom and retrieved the ointment from the cabinet above the sink. When he walked backed out, the boy was still smiling. Matt set the bactine down on the table and went to the sink to get a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. He grabbed the ointment and walked over to the kid, asking him to sit down, pulling out a chair. The boy sat and Matt began to clean the wounds.
The whole situation was insane. Strange kid banging on the door, covered in blood…..if the last few months hadn’t went down, this whole scenario would be really messed up. Still, Matt began tending to the wounds. He wasn’t just going to let the kid bleed.
As Matt washed off the wet crimson from the boy he noticed how pale the kid was. Like a ghost or a vampire. His eyes were a washed out looking blue, like a blue sky polluted by grey clouds. He hair was jet black and looked like it hadn’t been washed in, well, a while. His clothes were a vast cornucopia of black and dingy white. Yet, his face looked somewhat angelic. Save for the blood. Matt looked at him as he wiped his face. He was rewarded with a smile. Who knew? Matt finally spoke.
“What happened to you?” Matt asked. Asking the kid’s name would have probably been a better opening question , but oh well.
“He tried to kill me.” The boy answered simply. As if it was completely obvious.
Matt gaped. “Who?” He asked with concern. “Who tired to kill you?”
“A man.” Was all Matt got.”
“Well, what did he look like?” Matt pressed. Only to be answered with;
“Like all the other social maggots.”
Matt was struck silent. How in the world do you respond to that? Instead he asked another question.
“What’s your name?”
“Johnny.” He replied. “But…everyone calls me Nny.”
'Nny' Matt though. ' Alright….Nny it is.'
“Hi Nny.” Matt said. “My name is Matt. When did this happed?” Matt said applying bactine and gauze to the cuts.”
“Just now.” Johnny replied.
“And are you sure you can’t tell me what he looked like?” Matt asked, getting up and walking over to Mohinder’s desk. He picked up a piece of paper and walked back over to Johnny. “Did he look like this?” Matt asked, holding up a picture of Sylar.
“No” was Johnny’s simple response. At least that was ruled out. Matt decided to ask another question.
“Where do you live….Nny?” For some reason he found ‘Nny’ a little odd to say.
Johnny smiled. “Across the hall.”
Matt Smiled back. “Hey, that’s great. We have a new neighbor.”
Johnny’s face suddenly dead panned. His brows knitted together. “We?” He looked around seeing nobody but Matt. “Who’s…..we?” Johnny said very seriously, giving Matt a very suspicious look.
“Uh…” Matt tipped his head and looked confused. “My roommate and my daughter?”
“Oh. Ok.” Johnny said. He faced relaxed, he let out a sigh, tensing up immediately after. “Are they real?”
Matt just blinked. What kind of question was that? Are they real? What, did this kid think Matt was making them up? That he some how cooked up an Indian scientist and a little girl and they were all living happily in his head? Johnny was looking at him as if he had done just that.
“No.” Matt said slowly. “They’re just not home right now.” Johnny looked relieved again. Matt looked spooked. He got up. “I’m just going to dump this water in the bathroom. Wait here?”
Johnny nodded. “Ok Matt.” He watched Matt walk over to the bathroom. He smiled. Matt eyed him wearily.
Matt stepped into the bathroom and dumped the bloody water down the drain. He shook is head. This. Kid. Was. Weird. And maybe a little paranoid. Albeit, Johnny was all cut up. That in itself would be enough to freak anybody out. But asking if Mohinder and Molly were real? That was just a bit….off.
Matt heard the front door open. Mohinder was home. Good. Maybe he could figure this kid out. He heard Mohinder call out from the living room.
“Matt? Who is…”
“DID THE DOG SEND YOU!!!!?????!!!!!!????!”
Matt bolted into the living room.
TBC.......
I know this is a long stray from the norm but....change can be good, right? Right? Please read and review:)