Waste With Me Into Nothing [8] You Have No Idea How Much I Missed This

[Whatsername's POV]
I watched in horror as Cara's body fell to the ground in a graceful arc, Jimmy's blade embedded in her flesh.
The instant her body touched the floor, Jimmy knelt beside her, and rested his hands above her, his eyes lightly closed. Everybody watched in some sort of twisted fascination, as an ebony light wrenched itself from Cara's unmoving form, and flowed into Jimmy's hands.
"No!" Mike roared, attempting to rush to Cara's aid, but Billie Joe and Tre held him back, knowing perfectly well what had just happened.
Jimmy's powers had been returned to him.
He raised his head to examine me through new eyes, black light blinding his pupils. He smirked as he noticed me pulling Tunny closer to me. I couldn't let him hurt him. I couldn't. I fucking wouldn't.
"You have no idea how much i missed this" He murmered, his glance flickering to everyone in turn.
"Saint Jimmy" I inclined my head politely, though Jimmy deserved none of it.
He snickered, "About time you found your place, W"
"Just because i know what politeness is doesn't mean i'm going to worship your sorry ass" I snarled in retort, my eyes narrowing viciously, and Tunny grimaced, and whimpered slightly as my grip tightened upon him.
Jimmy tutted, "You'll do well to respect your superiors" He said coolly, eyeing me with disdain.
"Fuck you" I growled.
He flicked his hand, as though a fly had settled itself on his finger, and i collapsed to the floor, clutching my right arm, feeling as though about to scream.
"Mommy!" Tunny shrieked, falling beside me, and shaking me in fear. "Mommy! Mommy!" He shrieked helplessly.
The one arm i had that was not bandaged, was in agony. Tearing up my sleeve, i was horrified to find my forearm covered in blood, as a knife that did not even exist carved into my flesh.
"Jimmy!" I roared, clenching my eyes closed, in an attempt to refrain from crying, and revealing how much agony he was forcing me through.
"Even if i decide not to kill you today, you'll be haunted by the memory of me" He stated, in a vaguely amused voice. And he was right.
Despite how much i did not want to look at my injury, morbid fascination forced me to. And i knew, just from looking at the word inscribed there, that i would be forever scarred with a name encarved in my flesh.
Jimmy.
"Jimmy!" Mike bellowed, scarlet with the effort of attempting to break free of the grasps of his friends. Jimmy turned to him, and averted his gaze to Cara's body lying on the floor. He smiled.
"She deserves everything she gets" He stated coldly.
"Fucking bastard!" Mike roared, finally managing to rip his arm free of Tre's grasp, and using it to ball his hand into a fist, and slam that fist into the face of Billie.
Freed, he raced towards Jimmy.
"Mike!" Kris shrieked, racing after him.
Mike reached Jimmy, and swung a punch for his head, which was easily blocked.
Jimmy snickered, "You're a worse fight than her" He cast his glance to you again. "Oh well, you'll see the stupid bitch soon"
"Iylara!"
A small voice bellowed from behind Jimmy, propelling him several feet forwards, face down on the ground. He whipped around, and saw his only son standing beside my whimpering form, hands poised.
"You" Jimmy hissed, wiping a trickle of blood from his cheek.
"Leave my mom's friends alone" snarled Tunny threateningly.
Jimmy chuckled, as he slowly advanced upon the child.
"Come on then, kid. If you think you can"
They stood face to face, Tunny with an expression of purest hatred, and Jimmy's of mild amusement, each awaiting the other to begin the fight.
"Tunny" I whispered from ground level, my eyes rolling frantically in their sockets.
Sensing Tunny's concentration was broken, Jimmy slashed a beam of light across his son's cheek, and sent him collapsing to the floor, clutching his wound.
Jimmy snickered once again, "You should know better than to allow petty distractions to break your concentration" He folded his arms across his chest, with an obvious air of superiority.
"You asshole" I whispered, slowly rolling myself over, to comfort my son. "How can you lay your hand on a child?"
"I cna do whatever the fuck i want" Jimmy snarled in retort. "And do you know why?"
"Because you're an asshole" Tre growled, also seated on the floor, his arms around Billie, who was clutching his cheek, where a bruise was rapidly forming from Mike's previous attack.
"Wrong answer" Jimmy threw his hands forwards, and threw me backwards several feet, my breath lost. He walked calmly over to me, and kicked me in the stomach, causing me to groan quietly. "I'm the fucking Patron Saint, and i'll do what i like. And don't you fucking forget it"
With that, he was gone.
Holy shit...
[Third Person]
No one moved, no one even breathed for several minutes, still registering what events had just happened in their minds.
They were vaguely aware of Mike crawling over to Cara's form, and practically falling onto her, and sobbing into her chest.
"No" He moaned, tears flowing freely from his eyes. "This isn't supposed to be how it ends. Not like this. Not like this..."
"M-mommy" Tunny whispered, clinging to his mother, as though he would never release her, no matter what happened. Whatsername rested her chin on his head, her arms wrapped around his skinny body, a single tear slowly rolling down her cheek, and falling onto his head.
"A-are you alright, honey?" She queried, choking her words out.
Tunny nodded, "I think so...but..." He turned his head, to rest his gaze on Mike and Cara. "You were right...about daddy"
"It doesn't matter anymore" She whispered, gently rocking him in her arms, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't suddenly start sobbing. Not in front of Tunny.
"Tre" Billie whispered, clutching Tre to him, and resting his head on his shoulder.
"I'm here" Tre whispered back, squeezing his eyes shut, and simultaneously tightening his grip around Billie.
"For fuck's sake, will you guys quite the grieving already, you're depressing me" A faint, hoarse voice grumbled.
Unsure of where the voice was coming from, everybody looked around, and cast their glances to Mike, who was staring down at Cara as though he could not believe his eyes.
"No way" He whispered.
"Mike, you know it takes more than being knifed to kill me" murmered Cara, smiling vaguely up at her fiancee.
"I thought..." Mike began, shaking his head. "Thank God you're alright"
"Are the guys alright?" You inquired, with concern.
"Tunny and W are pretty beat, but they'll live. Everybody else is fine" Mike assured you.
"We'd better get out of here" Whatsername piped up, having heard the entirety of Cara and Mike's conversation. "There's no telling when Jimmy will get back"
"Where're we gonna go?" Kris questioned, clambering to her feet, and assisting Ramona simultaneously.
"I suppose we could head to Joey's. I don't think Jimmy knows about him"
Tunny pulled a face, "I don't like Joey, he's a bastard" He stated bluntly.
"Yeah well, we've gotta get you fixed up, so, Joey's it is" Whatsername stated wearily, picking Tunny up in her injured arms, and watching the rest of them expectantly.
They hurriedly rushed to their own feet, Cara resting on Mike, and they began their relatively short walk to Joey's place of residence, which so happened to be a small apartment above Nimrod.
"We've been here" Tre stated, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah?" Whatsername queried, pushing open the door, and entering the dimly lit room beyond.
"Yeah, this is where we met Tunny" nodded Ramona, following everybody else.
Joey visibly sighed when he saw Whatsername, "Jesus, what happened to you?" He inquired, leaning down and throwing a first aid kit across the bar.
"Tunny's father, kicked the shit out of all of us...again" Whatsername sighed heavilly.
Joey arched his eyebrow at her arm, "Jeez, no fucking shit" He grumbled.
"Here" Mike tossed Cara some objects and bottles to clean up her wounds.
"I can do it myself, Mike" Cara stated, rolling her eyes slightly.
"Don't care" Mike replied, holding her shirt above her wound with his elbow, and beginning to clean it with alcohol. Cara shuddered as it touched her skin.
"Fucking Hell, that shit stings" She grumbled, her nails digging into the bar.
"You've just been stabbed Cara, how can this hurt more?" Mike queried incredulously. Cara shrugged.
"When you've been stabbed enough times, it gets kind of old. This alcohol shit sticks with you" She stated, shrugging slightly.
"Almost done" Mike smiled now bandaging her wound.
Cara held her hands in prayer motion, "Saviour" She smirked.
Mike winked at her, "And you'd better believe it"
Rest in results!

[Tunny's POV]
Whilst everybody cleaned their wounds, i snuck off to the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I hated what i saw looking back at me.
This had been the worst wake up call i had ever had in my life. I looked like my goddamn father. I could fight like he did. And he, he tried to kill my mom, and kill her friends.
What that how i was going to end up?
I rested my hand on my forehead, and groaned quietly. I was six years old. Normaly six year olds don't have to worry about this shit. Normal six year old's dads don't want to kill them. They play football and soccer together, and get read stories at bedtime.
But it's like my mom always tells me. We're not normal. We're special.
If this is what she means by special, i'd rather be just like everybody else.
A normal kid.
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