Hollywood Undead Fic

C.13.

          Yawning as I climb out of my little bedroom, I stretch as I walk to the bathroom. It's dark outside, definitely past midnight, and the fairy lights shift soothingly from gold to blue. I leave the light off as I turn on the sink and fill my hands with water. I drink the liquid, refilling my cupped hands a few more times before finally turning off the sink. I cover my mouth to stifle another yawn as I cross the main area, and I freeze when my eyes land on my bed. An owl stares back, it's body facing away from me but it's eyes directly on mine. I take a step back, my sleepy mind sharpening and the animal hooting softly. It waddles forward a bit, it's wings fluttering restlessly. I glance towards the basement stares, and I barely start my slow movements towards it before something shoots past my face. I full on scream as I stumble backwards, whipping around to face the now hovering owl. It's white feathers ruffle lightly as it's wings beat down repeatedly. I fall on my rear, and I scramble away as it flutters towards me. "J-John..." I start breathlessly, whining a bit as I struggle to speak.

It suddenly screeches at me and it shocks his name out of me. "Johnny!" I shriek, the thing screaming at me again. It dives at me and I frantically swat at it. It's razor sharp talons tear my hand to near ribbons and blood immediately spills. I call out for Johnny again and it yells. Again. I hear quick footsteps upstairs and Johnny descends the stairs quickly, looking panicked. "Wha-?!" He freezes. Then snorts and walks forward. "It's not funny!" I practically sob. "S-Sorry, Baby." He says genuinely, looking around the room for something. "I'll be right back." "Don't you dare leave me!" He laughs again and I squeak as it dives again. Johnny's smile falls and his eyes widen as it sinks its talons across my upper arm. The skin rips as it pulls away, injuring me further and making me cry out in pain. "O-Oh my God. Holy shit- I-I'll be right back!" "Johnny-!" But he's already gone. He's run upstairs and the owl hasn't stopped screeching. I yelp as it dives again, and I slide to the left to avoid it. It's talons momentarily sink into the wall, but it quickly pulls away and starts tearing at my back.

My eyes barely open long enough to see Johnny advancing on me with a horribly familiar pipe. My body seizes and I swear my heart stops. He doesn't swing it at me, though. He hits the owl on the first swing and everything stops. I slowly sit up, shakily looking behind me at the flapping creature. I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness as it struggles for life, but I still look to Johnny pointedly. With a grimace and a curt nod, he walks around me. I don't watch as I hear a dull thud and feel blood splatter against my back. With a soft groan, I push myself up the wall. Johnny watches me, his eyes alight with thought. I sway a bit and he doesn't say anything as I shakily walk to the bathroom. It doesn't take me long to clean myself up. A quick shower gets rid of the blood, but it's impossible to fix the cuts on my back. Someone knocks on the bathroom door and I immediately pull my towel over my chest. Whoever's outside doesn't wait for a response before opening the door, and I'm not surprised to see Danny. He smiles warmly, holding a small pile of folded clothes.

"Hey, Sexy. Can I help?" He asks delicately. I think for a moment, then nod slowly. I'm too tired to talk right now. He steps into the room and closes the door silently, setting the clothes on counter. I hold out the roll of gauze and he takes it carefully. I sit on the toilet lid with my back to him as he uses a sterile wipe from the first aid to clean the cuts. I do my best to stay relaxed, but the pain mixed with embarrassment of only having a towel to cover myself forces my muscles to tense. Not to mention the mental image of Johnny with the pipe. He was alive this time, though. His eyes weren't glazed over and there was no scent of alcohol. My body shudders and Danny shushes me gently. "I'm almost done, Sexy. Just one more minute." He thinks it's the pain I don't like. I'm too exhausted to correct him. I just nod again. "Hey..." I turn to look at him. "You okay?" I nod for the third time. "Doesn't hurt too much?" "No." My voice is rough and quiet. I clear my throat to fix it. "Then how about mental scarring, huh? Bet that was one spooky owl." I smile despite myself. "Nah. I'm good."