Misc/JE: 30 Days of Jenny, Day 4: Nowhere

[Adrian J. McClure]

30 Days of Jenny, Day 4:
Nowhere
by Adrian J. McClure

It was too late. However fast he ran, he couldn’t escape her. He heard
her footsteps behind him, coming closer every second, swift but
methodical. She grabbed his arm with a grip hard as steel and he felt
his legs collapse under him as he hit the pavement.

He’d only caught glimpses of her before but now he could see her
clearly. She was a statuesque blonde woman dressed in an elegant black
suit. She wore a polished black gas mask, which reflected the city
around her. The moonlight cast long shadows of the dumpsters and
scattered trash in the alley, but she herself had no shadow.

“What do you want?” he spat.

“You’re one of her friends, aren’t you?” Her voice was flat,
distorted, emotionless.

“You mean Jenny Everywhere? Yeah, and I’m proud of it.” He sighed
inwardly. It was always about her, wasn’t it?

“I’ll let you live, for now. Tell her I’m back. Tell her it’s her turn
now.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I have no name. I lost it a long time ago. But some call me Jenny
Nowhere.”

****

Well it was only a matter of time before I got around to her. This is
my version of Jenny Everywhere’s archnemesis/evil opposite, Jenny
Nowhere. I’ll tell the story of who and what she is someday, but it’d
probably be far too long and complex for Ficly.

And here is a HeroMachine version of her, and some design notes for my
version of the character:
http://creepingmonsterism.tumblr.com/post/24575494429/a-heromachine-picture-of-my-version-of-jenny

>From here: http://ficly.com/stories/30561

The character of Jenny Everywhere is available for use by anyone, with
only one condition. This paragraph must be included in any publication
involving Jenny Everywhere, in order that others may use this property
as they wish. All rights reversed.