Jonny stared into blackness, slightly puzzled.
Something was different; wrong almost�
Yes, something was definitely wrong��. definitely�.
He was lying down; he could feel the bed soft and warm underneath his body, and all around him the bed sheets, but� He couldn�t open his eyes.
Slowly, slowly, he�d begun to notice he was awake, he was pretty sure of that� He could swear he heard a clock ticking very faintly, or was that in his head? Was he awake? It sure felt like it.
But why couldn�t he open his eyes? He�d been staring into the blackness of his own eyelids for quite some time now. What was going on? It felt like ages, but of course, he couldn�t even be sure of how long it had been�
Ah, here we go.
Jonny watched the ceiling appear as his eyelids flicked open, and an odd sensation wormed its way past his eyes. His head turned to the side and laying on the folded white sheets beside him was the podgy face of a sleeping woman, very motherly and jolly looking, that he had never clapped eyes on before. A jet of liquid shock pulsed in his chest. His head swivelled back, and he was looking at the ceiling again; the tiny cracks like spider�s webs here and there in the creamy white flatness. A hand appeared over Jonny�s eyes; a fleeting shadow of movement, his eyes closed and he felt the hand rubbing mercilessly at the tear ducts. It disappeared and his eyes opened again.
This is a dream. This is a really weird dream. This must be a dream.
Jonny tried to pull himself up, tried in vain to pull himself up off of the bed but it was like he was being held there by some invisible slab of concrete over his chest.
He tried to shake his limbs, just to prove a point to himself, but both his arms and legs, hands and feet, were similarly unresponsive.
This is really weird. Really, really weird.
A painfully intense desperation welled up in Jonny�s stomach, utterly bound by nothing, in a room that wasn�t his, lying next to a woman he didn�t know.
Jonny tried to fathom a way of testing the reality of his situation.
And the eyes he was looking through blinked without any effort at all on his part. And a hand rubbed his nose, and he could feel the hand, could feel the nose, could feel the way in which the forefinger and thumb pinched at his nostrils, but he wasn�t part of the action itself. It was like Jonny was reading someone else�s mind. It was like he was trapped inside their mind. It was as if someone else had just taken control of his body and left him inside his skull completely impotent, useless and passive.
Jonny felt the body move, rolled over on its side, facing the woman, Jonny struggled, struggled to do anything at all, but it didn�t make the slightest bit of difference.
Out through the eyes, Jonny saw the red-haired woman slowly break form her slumber, her eyes opened a little bit, and Jonny felt his mouth smile broadly. He saw the woman smiling back.
His face moved in closer, and as he tried his hardest to rear back, the woman�s face came closer and closer, until the eyelids shut down in front of him and he felt two fat, warm lips against his own, they opened up and his tongue came out of his mouth, he felt it slide into the sticky hot of the woman�s cavity, still trying to pull back, his tongue, his head, his body, everything, it didn�t work.
His tongue twisted and slid around in the hot wet, another tongue sucked, lapped, licked on his, Jonny tried to scream but nothing would come out, he tried to scream again but nothing would come out. There was no noise. Although he could feel himself screaming, straining struggling to be heard. He could taste the early morning scum from her mouth, toxic and rotting, piling down his throat. He wanted to cough, to gag, but instead, his mouth kept slurping on hers.
He could feel his lungs expanding, deflating, expanding, deflating, his heart pulsing. He tried everything, but there was simply no way to move, to do anything whatsoever, he just couldn�t. And all the while he felt his body move, shift with the creaking of the bed, bed sheets slipping off of naked flesh caught and caressed by the soft breeze, mounting the warm spongy flesh of what he guessed must be the woman, lips still latched around her skin.
The eyelids opened, and Jonny cringed at what he saw, the woman�s chubby greasy face, looking him right in the eye, giving him some kind of coquettish smile.
Jonny in reflex, tried to suck breath in through his teeth sharply, but couldn�t even do that.
He felt the spongy cells in his penis fill with blood, and with no small degree of revulsion, he felt his genitalia stiffen and stand up straight, hard and pulsing between his legs.
Jonny tried to call out, to shout for everything to stop, but he couldn�t hear his voice, it wasn�t the same as the sounds he heard all around him: the ticking of the clock, the smooth friction of skin rubbing past skin, the crinkle of the bed sheets, the creaking of the bedsprings when his body weight shifted. It wasn�t like that.
He couldn�t hear his voice, but he could sense it.
It was like he was using some different sense to hear his own inflection.
His head looked down, past the gross wobbling mounds of flesh that made up the woman, down to his own penis, hard and prodding at flesh, the woman had opened her legs wide beyond the sizeable tuft of red hair jutting out at her pubis.
As his arm shot down his body, reached and gripped his throbbing member, Jonny suddenly recognised that this was not his body.
Wha-?
This was not his body, not his bed, not his room, not his girlfriend.
What the fuck was all this about?
Jonny, though utterly stupefied by this point, still couldn�t help but struggle to fight the repulsion of this body�s actions, this stranger�s body.
The man looked back up to the woman who bit her lip and smiled, wrapped her plump arms around his back, and Jonny felt the man�s foreskin brush the wet heat of this woman�s vagina.
Jonny felt sick, but he felt the throbbing in the man�s penis too, and he whipped his hips forward in one swift movement, the eyelids closed, a moan escaped from outside of his vision, the woman, a satisfied breath of air rushed past the man�s lips, lungs deflating, his penis sunk into the slimy depths of the woman�s vagina.
The walls of her insides gripped and clung to the man�s penis, wet and sticky and very warm indeed, the man swung in and out, in and out. It throbbed and pulsed inside there. Jonny really felt like throwing up, because he could feel the man�s orgasm build, his heart flutter, his breathing become fiercer and shorter and shorter, he felt it all.
But Jonny was gay.
Jonny wanted to close his eyes and hide but he was stuck, he wanted help but he couldn�t engage the world outside in any way at all, he wanted out but he didn�t know what was going on.
What was going on? What�s happening to me?
When the man came, Jonny could not help but share in the pleasure of the orgasm, despite the fact that he would rather have masturbated with sandpaper than go through this. And when the man good-naturedly helped clear up his own mess, with Jonny watching, feeling everything, well, that was really just too much�
The man put his face into the steam and sniffed heartily. Jonny was overcome by the smell of cooking bacon. The sound of crackling fat. The warmth of the steam on the man�s face.
Jonny had been trying to puzzle this out. Or at least, puzzle something out, some possible explanation, as he enjoyed a hot shower courtesy of his carefree host, in desperate clawing anxiety. But, nothing.
Nothing at all.
The man was standing up now obviously, and up here in his head, seeing everything the man saw, from his perspective, Jonny began to develop a slight case of vertigo; it seemed an awfully long way down there to the floor, though he couldn�t see exactly how far of course, just out of the corner of this man�s eyesight. But the vertigo that ripened in him, as the man strode around the bathroom, taking a piss and then a shower, was nothing compared to the extreme claustrophobia that tickled Jonny�s consciousness. He felt panic, but there was nothing he could do, there was absolutely no way out of the situation, this wasn�t a case of fight or flight, there was no fight and there was no flight for Jonny now, so it seemed.
The man sniffed in the greasy bacon smell again, deep into his lungs, and Jonny smelt it passively, experiencing exactly the same physical stimulus that the man did, except that the man had operated his physical form within reality to instigate the stimulus experience, and Jonny didn�t have a say in it.
He was just along for the ride, whatever the ride entailed, Jonny couldn�t change it.
He had given up trying to move the body he was in now, and presently, couldn�t tell if he was still struggling to operate this physical form he wasn�t in control of or not, he just couldn�t tell anymore. He seriously wanted out.
This was so fucked up. Jonny had never heard of anything happening like this before, from anyone, ever. How could he have gotten here? He�d accepted gravely that this was not a dream, the only thing he could think of was that it was some kind of funky trip. He wondered about that as hard as he could, as stimuli poured from the man�s decisions into his poor suffering consciousness, stimuli he simply couldn�t ignore, indeed, he found it amazingly troublesome to think straight inside someone else�s head.
He felt the man breathe in and hold the breath there a second, his lips moved and air slipped over his vocal cords, forming words Jonny heard outside: �I think I�m getting some kind of headache.��
Oh God, Jonny thought humourlessly.
�What�s that?� a voice called back, the woman�s presumably.
This has got to be some insane fucking trip, Jonny thought.
�I said I think I feel a headache coming on!�
�Serious?�
�No, I don�t think so. It�s just going to really annoy me all day I think.�
�You should take something for it,�
�Yeah, I might do,�
Man, this has got to be the weirdest trip I�ve ever fucking heard of; I�ve heard of all kinds of weird shit happening to people when they drop acid and mushrooms and whatever, but I�ve never heard of someone getting trapped inside some prick�s head living some dead-end life with his lame girlfriend� What kind of a fucking trip is this?
This isn�t a trip is it?
�You want eggs darling?� the man�s lips moved, words were formed, the sounds came out, Jonny felt it all.
�No thank-you sweetie!� she cooed back, much to Jonny�s annoyance.
He maliciously attempted to make the man feel it too, but he didn�t really know how; was this man actually getting any feedback at all from him?
Hey!
Heeeeeey!
HEEEEEEEEEY!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!
HEEEEEEEEE-
Wait a minute�
That voice.
The sound of that voice; the man�s voice�
Jonny was sure that he recognised it, or was it just another part of this dumb trip?
This isn�t a trip, this isn�t a trip, this isn�t a trip-
SHUT UP-SHUT UP-SHUT UP-SHUT UP-SHUT UP!
Where was that voice from?� It sounded so familiar, if he could just find out, maybe he would be able to work this thing out, or it would at least give him a clue, something�.
Jonny tensed up waiting for the man to speak again.
Instead, he sniffed at the bacon, and peered into the steam, the bacon, through it all, down in the pan, was sizzling, brown and crispy now.
The man fished it out onto a plate, which had buttered toast already on it.
Jonny shuddered, inside, as the man sat down to eat.
I haven�t been spoon-fed for a long, long time, he mused nonsensically and automatically.
The man cut up the bacon with a knife and fork, speared a piece of crispy meat and brought it to his mouth. As it went in, Jonny tasted it, felt the man chewing it, grinding it up into mush with his molars, the taste flooding into saliva, then swallowing it all down his throat.
This is torture, this is fucking torture.
Jonny was eating without moving, and it was certainly a disconcertingly strange experience, and again, he felt the meat enter his mouth, his tongue accept, the taste lightly touch on the walls of the man�s mouth, salty and warm, the tongue manoeuvre the food to one side, the jaw grind up and down, molars churning the meat into paste, the throat muscles move into position and squeeze the food down the oesophagus ready for digestion.
Jonny felt the collected bounty rest in the man�s stomach, felt hunger slowly drain away, despite the fact that it wasn�t his stomach, wasn�t his hunger.
Jonny wanted to scream, to sigh, to concede, to give up, he wanted out, he wanted out, he wanted- For fuck�s fucking sake!
I�m mad, I�m completely insane, if not now then I will be soon�
What is this?
This is�..
Just���.
The man looked up from his meal and so did Jonny, the woman had walked into the kitchen, Jonny felt the man�s lips stretch upwards in a warm smile, she replicated the action happily, uurrrrghh God, I bet they�re Christians too, thought Jonny in thorough disgust, though he couldn�t help sharing in the man�s delight to see the love of his life.
She reached over the table, the man shut his eyes, Jonny saw black, and felt the woman plant a delicate kiss on the man�s forehead, the man was smiling still, and Jonny felt a certain warm beat in the man�s chest.
�How�s the head?� she asked.
The man opened his and Jonny�s eyes, his attention went back to his breakfast, which he had nearly finished now, thank Christ, Jonny had had more than his share of being force-fed passively today, although this motherfucker did good bacon he had to admit.
�Actually I think it�s passing already,�
�Oh! Good! That was quick,�
�Yeah, sure was. Weird huh?�
�Mmmm, well we can�t complain,�
�No, you�re right there. I�m going to be up to my eyeballs in it today, the last thing I need is a pounding head.�
�Thank the Lord for small mercies,�
Jonny couldn�t quite tell if she was joking or not.
But the man smiled anyway.
He picked up a piece of toast and sunk his teeth into it.
�Remember we�re entertaining tonight darling,� her voice came from behind him, as well as the clinks and clicks of her presumably making breakfast.
�Oh God, I�d completely forgotten! Who is it? Wait, don�t tell me��
The man put a hand to his head, squeezed his eyes shut, Jonny saw black.
They burst open again, sweeping around the room with wild verve.
�Terry and Julie! Am I right?�
She laughed softly, �Yes, that�s right. See, you do have a good memory if you have someone to help you in the right direction a little,�
Jonny felt her put her hand on the man�s shoulder.
Get off of me, him, whatever�.
The man however, stretched his lips out into another shining smile.
This is truly sickening, thought Jonny, I didn�t believe people actually lived like this.
He hoped the man could feel just an iota of his contempt for him, his fat chick, and his lame fucking life� Just a tiny little shade of it, his hate for everything they represented, that would do for him.
�So what time are they coming?�
�They�re coming earlier than first planned actually,� the woman said as she slid around the man (fucking get off me) and sat down on the other side of the table (Christ she�s repulsive.)
�Oh yeah, when?�
�About six, is that okay?� she sucked in air through her teeth sharply, nervously.
�Yeah, I�m sure it�ll be fine.� The man bit toast and smiled.
The man watched the woman breathe out with palpable relief and he glowed inside.
Jonny�s ire silently raged.
�So did you talk to Julie?� the man asked leaning back in his chair, enjoying the relaxing scene, the company, the glow inside him that occasionally burned.
�Mmm-hmmm,� she said, eyes sparkling as she munched on a slice of toast; that�s it, stuff your face you fat fuck.
�How is she? Okay?�
Oh God�
�Yeah, she seems to be, I think she�s still just a bit, well, shocked about Daniel leaving, to tell you the truth. Although she didn�t say anything, not to me, but I think she is a little bit shaken up still, you know,�
�Well, you�ve got to let them go one day,�
�Of course, but that doesn�t stop it hurting,�
�True, very true�.�
Oh Jesus fucking Christ�
�It�s just one of those things every mother has to get through somehow,�
�Yeah� Well we�ll see if we can�t cheer up tonight eh?�
Jonny felt the man wink.
The woman smiled, chewing toast, eyes sparkling.
Jonny depressingly felt the glow in the man fire up and burn once again.
He didn�t want to follow their unbelievably banal conversation, in fact, he didn�t want to believe any of this was happening at all, but he simply couldn�t close off from it.
Every time the man spoke, Jonny felt him form the words with his lips, felt him breath so as to speak, heard every syllable appear as it was formed.
What have I done to deserve this, Jonny thought to nobody.
The man stood up suddenly, shocking Jonny with the immediacy of the action as he floated upwards into thin air with the man. He walked to the sink and put the plate in there, turned the tap on and went to put his hand under the gushing water.
�Yeoooow!� / FUCK!
The man flinched his hand out of the scalding water, Jonny felt the man�s hand throb with the pain of the burn.
�Are you okay honey?� he heard the woman call out, concerned.
�I�m just a walking disaster area aren�t I?� the man said.
Put it under cold water you fucking idiot, Jonny screamed.
�Put it under cold water dear,� the woman advised sagely.
Shut up you fat bitch!
The man turned the tap to cold, let it run for a second and slipped his stinging hand under the stream.
Ahhhhhhh�.
�That�s better,� the man mumbled.
�What am I going to do with you?� the woman intoned, mock-seriously.
Jonny felt the man smile.
Oh God, let me out�. Please�.
I�m fucking sure I know that voice though�
Jonny was now in a suit, or at least the body he was in was wearing a suit.
And furthermore, he was driving; going to work, or so it would seem. This really messed with Jonny�s head because he couldn�t drive, and he had never worked a day in his life. He was only fifteen years old after all; almost sixteen to be precise, but, there you go�
As the man had left the house, approached the car, reached into his pocket and looked down into his palm at the car keys, Jonny felt a distinct pang of danger, that panged on and panged on again.
Jonny, as much as he felt he was going crazy, didn�t want to die in here, wherever he was, and for some strange reason, was scared stiff that he was going to suddenly assume control of the man�s body while he was driving down the road, and Jonny would crash it horribly.
It would be just my luck, he moaned to nobody; he still felt the shame of the lingering goodbye kiss the man had given his girlfriend, or whoever that fat chick was, and it burned terribly.
The man got into the car and stuck the keys into the ignition, turned them, and the engine sprang into life with a groaning rumble.
This has got to be some fucked up first driving lesson, Jonny mused dumbly to himself in near-panic now, although the man was still, as ever, blissfully unaware of him.
Jonny slipped into an almost traumatic mental paralysis as the man began to drive to work, whistling cheerfully along to the radio.
Jonny waited for the punch line of this trip or cosmic joke or whatever it was, to get pulled on him finally. He waited without thinking a thing, for he couldn�t. He saw the road out of the front window of the car, felt the man�s ankle flex on the pedals, felt his arms spin the wheel around and occasionally twist the gears at his side, and felt him pursing his lips, whistling along to the radio with a maddening calm, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing. Jonny waited and waited and waited, trying to remain frozen in stasis, out of the way, up in the man�s head.
And suddenly, from nowhere, a voice, not heard, not emanating from the outside world, but simply sensed, like his own, rang directly into Jonny, his mind, or whatever he was now. The voice was insanely cheerful, which made the experience that bit more surreal.
Hello Jonny, comfy in there?
What? Who�s that? What the fuck is going on?
Remember me pal?
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
Whoa, whoa, calm down there tiger. Everything�s cool, just calm down.
Who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on?
You don�t remember me? Not surprising I suppose, since you left the plane of the living, I guess your memory�s a little shot.
I�ve gone mad. I�ve gone completely fucking mad. I�m off my head.
No, no, no, no, no, no! Absolutely not my friend! What you�re experiencing at this particular moment in time is quite, as you human beings like to say, real.
Oh God�
If I fill you in on our previous meeting Jonny-boy, I�m pretty sure a couple of things will begin flooding back.
What? What are you talking about? WHO ARE YOU?
I�m an angel.
What?
I said, I�m an angel. I don�t have a name; none of us angels have names.
An angel?
You�ve heard of angels Jonny-boy, I know you have.
I am off my head, oh�
For the very last time Jonathon- you are not mad, insane, crazed, crazy, loony, nutty, deranged, demented, raving, psychotic, or indeed, maniacal.
Don�t call me Jonathon.
I�m very sorry.
Look, what�s going on? Oh Jesus-
Jonny remembered that very instant that he was still in the man�s body driving the car, which was slowing down behind a double-decker bus in traffic.
What�s up Jonny-boy?� What?� What is it?�.. You�re quite safe pal, nothing can harm you now, nothing at all. Jonny?�. Jonny!� JONNY!
Wha-?
Come back to me Jonny-boy, we were just getting somewhere there. Oh yeah, I was about to tell you how we met.
When?
Last night.
Last night?
Is there an echo in here? Yes, last night, now listen up; you were sitting in your room last night, you had just had a big argument with your parents over how you were doing at school yada, yada, yada.. When you holed yourself up in your room and wished that you had the balls to just go into school, and kill everyone you�d always hated.
And bang, as if by magic, it did all come back to Jonny, in the space of a second, he remembered everything.
Oh my God, he said to nobody.
Indeed.
Jonny remembered all at once, back in his own body, endless nights spent in his bedroom isolated from the world outside, hating everything and everyone apart from himself, accusing the world of betraying him, too numb to cry, too confused to heal. All of those nights bled into one blurry mess of blind hatred and malignant malevolence. One big blurry mess of time, spent moping around his room, feeling like the centre of the universe, with the biggest load stacked squarely on his back alone. He remembered. His school, his parents, his teachers, his classmates, his life, his fucking shitty life�. He wanted rid of it all, more than anything else, he wanted to make them pay�.
Are we almost on the same wavelength now Jonny-boy?
The angel, if that was what it was, spoke with an almost crazed enthusiasm, that set Jonny�s teeth on edge, well, it would�ve if�.
Yeah, I remember.
Good, good. Do you remember what happened just after you wished for that?
�..I-
Yeah, we�ll take that as a �no� shall we? Okay. Well, what happened is that I appeared to you, in your head, in much the same fashion as I did today a couple of minutes ago. Actually we had essentially the same conversation then at first as we went over today, but don�t worry, that�s not your fault. Don�t blame yourself. So anyway, when I�d finally convinced you that you weren�t insane, I asked you if you�d like me to help you fulfil that little dream of yours.
Dream?
To kill the people you�d felt had wronged you for whatever reason Jonny-boy.
Yes.
Excellent, he recalls. So then, you said what exactly does this involve Mister Angel? And I said, you tell me now who you want me to do in, I�ll take control of your body and I�ll do the deed for you, letting you watch as your body gives the nasty people you mentioned their just desserts. Then you said, what�s the catch Mister Angel, why�d an angel want to assume control of my body and murder people in cold blood? And I said, look kid, the life of an angel isn�t exactly the stuff dreams are made of; we�re immortals; there�s only so many things you can do in an entire eternity before things begin to get a little repetitive, know what I mean? My only condition is that you have to kill yourself at the end of this thing. You said, that�s cool, I don�t want to live after this anyway man. So I said, well, what do you say? You stalled, and I said, look, there�s no pressure, you don�t want me to do this for you, then I�ve got other people on this planet waiting patiently for their guardian angel to satisfy their little fantasies. Just think about it� So you mulled it over, and eventually, you said�. Okay.
Yes.
Jonny remembered it all now, clear as day, all of it.
But something caught Jonny�s attention, and he wasn�t quite sure of what it was, he flashed back to the morning, when Jonny had woken up before the man had. It chipped away at his mind, and he struggled to place it.
Something you want to ask me Jonny-boy?
Yes. Yeah, I-
What? What�s on your mind buddy?
Snap, it fell into place.
Why am I in someone else�s body?
You�re a quick one aren�t you Jonny-boy? Well, it�s a little clause of the contract we agreed to.
The angel�s voice was now tinged with a quivering excitement he could barely control.
What clause? What are you talking about?
I�m giving you extensive coverage of this thing Jonny-boy, you�re going to get to see this thing from every angle possible.
What are you talking about? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT FOR FUCK�S SAKE?
The angel stayed quiet.
And Jonny was just about to scream at him as loud as he possibly could when he saw something, through the man�s eyes, in the rear-view mirror, his face, there it was: Mr. McGinty, the headmaster at Jonny�s school.
Jonny�s entire being flexed in stupefaction.
What?
Recognise something about that face there Jonny-boy?
What?
I said: Recognise something about that face there Jonny-boy?
It�s Mr. McGinty.
Correct! It�s your very own favourite headmaster, Mr. McGinty.
Why am I in his body?
I wanted you to see what I�ve done for you from the best possible angle Jonny.
Wha-?
Hell, this angle�s so good you even get to feel everything this man is going to feel when you kill him, is this a great deal or what?
I don�t- You-
And it doesn�t stop there my little buddy! Oh no! We�re going to go hitch a ride in the mind and body of everyone that you�re going to viciously murder today!
You-
And then, guess what?
You-
We�re going to do it again!
You-
And again!
Y-
And again!
I-
And again! And again! And again! And again, and again, and again! In fact, we�re never going to stop doing this! We�re going to do this forever and ever and ever! How�s that for complete coverage of your ultimate fantasy Jonny-boy?!
I don�t believe it; I�m gong to wake up, this is going to wear off�
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You�re going to be waiting a long time for either of those things to happen Jonny-boy! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I don�t believe-
Don�t hold your breath, ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I don�t believe it-
You�re going to feel everything, exactly as it happened, for a fucking eternity Jonny-boy!
Why? For fuck�s sake, why? Why have you done this to me?
The angel�s voice turned darker all of a sudden, the crazed humour stripped away, now a frighteningly purposeful defiance to his diction.
We�ve had enough of little shits like you, that is, us angels Jonny-boy. You get around eighty years of life scot-fucking-free and then pop! You�re outta there! The ticker goes, or the cancer gets round to the brain� Then what?�. I�ll tell you what: Nothing! There is no afterlife, there is no heaven, there is no hell� Oh, nature�s such a cruel fucking beast isn�t she Jon? I�ve had every single possible conversation that I�m ever going to have, I�ve done every single fucking thing that I could ever possibly do millions of fucking times; can you imagine what existence is like for us immortals Jonny-boy?.. You whinging little fucks! Do you know what some of us would give to be able to fucking die?! You make me fucking sick� Little cunts like you never deserved what God gave you, not for a fucking second� You were given the ultimate gift, all of you, and what you little shits do with it down here, well it makes us a little mad, as you might imagine � Ohhhhhhh, stop with the blubbering will you pal? � Make me fucking sick �You could�ve been anything; you truly could�ve been anything�. Spoilt-fucking-brats is what you all are�
Why? Why me?
No reason especially, you�re just a particularly fine example of how worthless you creatures generally are Jonny-boy�
Why me though? Why me?
You�re just a start pal. Anyone who agrees to our terms and conditions is going to get what you get; even God can�t stop it if you agree. Ha ha ha! A little loophole we�ve found out, see; not that we can really take much credit for that� We have had all eternity to figure it out, you know�
It�s not fair, you tricked me�. I�m only fifteen, it�s not fair�
I don�t think you�re really in any kind of position to judge anything as being unfair pal�. Now shut up Jonny-boy, we�ve got a lot to do, a whole lot, and maybe, if you�re really good.. maybe I�ll let the next couple of millennia slip by that little bit quicker.
Jonny howled and thrashed around like a dying animal. But it did no use. There was no space to thrash around in, strictly speaking. And there was no atmosphere in which the sound waves could possibly travel. He was outside of the dimensions of the plane in which he had been caged in, forever. There was nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No hope. There would be no struggle. No failure. No dream. No sleep. No death. No life. Just this on and on, forever.
Jonny was in hell.
I just really hope that, somehow, you can learn to forgive me Jonny-boy. I really do. But don�t feel too bad right now, because let�s face it, you�ve got as long as time itself to do that, I�m sure it�ll come eventually. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Jonny stared blankly through the eyes of Mr. McGinty, watched the kids in uniform slip by out of sight along the familiar corridors of his school.
And with one last flickering burn of shame before Jonny began to actually go insane inside someone else�s head, contemplating infinity being killed by himself from a variety of different perspectives again and again and again, he noticed that to add insult to injury, on top of everything else, the angel had walked his body into school buck naked as well.
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