The Little Girl Next Door

Chapter 4 - Comfort Thy Neighbour

Warning: There is murder in this chapter. I have a pretty twisted sense of humour at times and try to laugh things off, but yeah, Nny kills a guy...

This is another cute one too. Prepare your tear ducts for imminent release (Invader Zim reference).

Molly was a true anomaly. There she was hugging him like he was the only thing in the world that could save her, and she left Nny completely dumbfounded.

He had no idea what to make of her confession. She knew he was bad and that he hurt people, yet she still wanted to be friends with him. He'd normally baulk at such stupidity. Someone so foolish deserved to die horribly, but he'd meant what he said.

Nny really wouldn't hurt her. Even if he needed blood to feed some hypothetical monster inside a wall, he'd keep on looking and find someone else.

He never did hurt Squee either, even though that kid had been shit scared of him. Nny always saw the fear in the young boy's eyes, yet he still sought out his company regardless (plus, he really needed the disinfectant that one time). It was a one-sided friendship for sure, but Nny had still liked Squee and was more than happy to look out for him.

But Molly liked Nny back. She wasn't sensible like Squee, and the poor, gullible thing. She truly was a hopeless case.

A shame she couldn't have befriended a cute little fairy or something. No, instead, she got stuck with Nny, and what a cruel fucking irony.

Fate really was a bitch.

Someone somewhere had a twisted sense of humour...

But he wouldn't deny that he was secretly grateful. Hadn't Nny always wanted friends? Ones who accepted him for what he was? He had done some ugly, ghoulish things, yet Molly was still more than happy to hug him.

She was far too innocent, but her gesture had touched him greatly, and Nny hated being touched. Ironic.

Shit. He was treading along a path of self-destruction again. Sooner or later, she may just hurt him like all the others. Their blossoming friendship was but a faint prelude to some future pain, and if Nny succumbed, he may never rise again.

He still desired coldness. Nny would become the optimal being one day, one who could function without the need for desire.

But when she'd wrapped her tiny arms around him the other night, begging him to stay, his icy exterior cracked. He'd split right down the middle, and just like that, she'd melted away the frost that had formed inside his soul for the last few years.

Warmth soon replaced the ice, and he'd never felt so lost and terrified. How a small girl could scare someone like Nny was anyone's guess, yet Molly did.

After all, someone so small and fragile could easily be killed. How many fuckers in this world would jump at the chance of hurting a sweet little thing like her?

Creepy, childless fuckers who hung around playgrounds, predating on tiny children who knew no better, and something strange came over Nny. It burnt up his spine like fire until his whole body was ablaze.

His heart pumped fast as the blood rushed through his skull, making him see the colour red.

If anyone so much as put a hand on that cute kid, well... Nny would kill them (nothing new). Nny had always thought about putting his inane bloodlust to better use. He'd always gone after those who'd wronged him personally, but not people who'd wronged society as a whole.