Defy Respect
Ch. 1: Caught
Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny, but I tend to wonder if he owns ME...I am Jhonen's slave. Lines are taken from one of the JTHM issues; I can't remember which one though...A Perfect Circle owns the song 'Orestes' from which a line or two is taken.
"You forget all that a skilled vivisector can do with living things..." Dr. Moreau, from H.G. Wells' 'The Island of Dr. Moreau'
A tall man, skinny and stringy in appearance, approached a shorter man of the same build. The shorter man's glasses reflected the dim light from this underground prison in which he was held. The taller man clenched his teeth in mental agony.
"What is it?" asked the shorter man from his restraints, as though trying to strike up a friendly conversation.
"Silence, servile mite!" the taller male snarled, fighting to ignore the screams in his head.
Both men looked quite a lot alike in build. They had long limbs, but the taller of the two was very pale, he had dark circles under his eyes, making him look like a mix of a raccoon, and, given his lanky appearance and pale skin, a plant that was constantly kept in the dark.
The shorter man attempted to make conversation again.
"Could these restraints be loosened some? It is rather painful..."
The taller of the two growled under his breath.
"I advise you to hold your tongue until I am ready for conversation," he said quietly.
The restrained man tilted his head upward, thus, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" asked the taller man, suddenly.
The shorter man nodded.
"Why are people so...unpleasant?"
The shorter man shook his head.
"I don't know,"
The taller man overruled him and continued.
"Honestly, how can one care so much about trivial things? How can one respect something, people in this case, when that something seems to defy respect?"
The restrained man shook his head again.
"I do not know,"
The taller of the two suddenly fell to one knee. He screamed, pulling at his hair.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND!!!!!!" he cried. He suddenly began singing part of a song under his breath.
"One more medicated, peaceful moment...
Just give me one more medicated, peaceful moment
I don't want to feel this overwhelming hostility
I don't want to feel this overwhelming hostility"
He rose, panting for breath. He looked rather nervous.
"Excuse me for a moment, would you?" he whispered. He opened a door and walked into a room, shutting the door with a loud snap. There was suddenly the sound of shattering glass, and an anguished scream. The taller man staggered out of the room, a hand over his left eye. He bit his tongue as he extracted a piece of glass from the flesh from under his eye. The shorter man realized that his captor had bashed his head into a mirror. The pale man threw the piece of bloody glass to the ground. It shattered yet again, leaving a red splat on the dusty wooden floor.
"Now, where were we?" asked the madman, brushing a trickle of blood from his face.
The shorter man just stared in shock.
"I-I'm not sure, should I think up a topic?" he asked, his voice quiet.
The bleeding man sighed.
"Very well, What-Ever-Your-Name-Is,"
The shorter man spoke up.
"Edgar. My name is Edgar. Edgar Vargas,"
The madman smiled, blood trickling down his face, slightly dripping down his upper lip.
"I'm Johnny C."
A/n: Bloody hell! That was hard, not using names until the end...Fook... Oh God, I'm depressed and there are Twinkies in the house...Not good... The farther this story goes, the more I will continue to pour my broken soul into Johnny's character. Yes, this story is written on a rather personal level (I'm NOT homosexual, but I am insane...Insanity is as insanity does...I do not mean to offend anyone who is gay! So please have mercy and help yourselves to the Twinkies.) I'm suffering from mental anguish at the moment, so please: flame nicely. Oh joy. It's 9:30 PM. Medication time...
Ch. 1: Caught
Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny, but I tend to wonder if he owns ME...I am Jhonen's slave. Lines are taken from one of the JTHM issues; I can't remember which one though...A Perfect Circle owns the song 'Orestes' from which a line or two is taken.
"You forget all that a skilled vivisector can do with living things..." Dr. Moreau, from H.G. Wells' 'The Island of Dr. Moreau'
A tall man, skinny and stringy in appearance, approached a shorter man of the same build. The shorter man's glasses reflected the dim light from this underground prison in which he was held. The taller man clenched his teeth in mental agony.
"What is it?" asked the shorter man from his restraints, as though trying to strike up a friendly conversation.
"Silence, servile mite!" the taller male snarled, fighting to ignore the screams in his head.
Both men looked quite a lot alike in build. They had long limbs, but the taller of the two was very pale, he had dark circles under his eyes, making him look like a mix of a raccoon, and, given his lanky appearance and pale skin, a plant that was constantly kept in the dark.
The shorter man attempted to make conversation again.
"Could these restraints be loosened some? It is rather painful..."
The taller of the two growled under his breath.
"I advise you to hold your tongue until I am ready for conversation," he said quietly.
The restrained man tilted his head upward, thus, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" asked the taller man, suddenly.
The shorter man nodded.
"Why are people so...unpleasant?"
The shorter man shook his head.
"I don't know,"
The taller man overruled him and continued.
"Honestly, how can one care so much about trivial things? How can one respect something, people in this case, when that something seems to defy respect?"
The restrained man shook his head again.
"I do not know,"
The taller of the two suddenly fell to one knee. He screamed, pulling at his hair.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND!!!!!!" he cried. He suddenly began singing part of a song under his breath.
"One more medicated, peaceful moment...
Just give me one more medicated, peaceful moment
I don't want to feel this overwhelming hostility
I don't want to feel this overwhelming hostility"
He rose, panting for breath. He looked rather nervous.
"Excuse me for a moment, would you?" he whispered. He opened a door and walked into a room, shutting the door with a loud snap. There was suddenly the sound of shattering glass, and an anguished scream. The taller man staggered out of the room, a hand over his left eye. He bit his tongue as he extracted a piece of glass from the flesh from under his eye. The shorter man realized that his captor had bashed his head into a mirror. The pale man threw the piece of bloody glass to the ground. It shattered yet again, leaving a red splat on the dusty wooden floor.
"Now, where were we?" asked the madman, brushing a trickle of blood from his face.
The shorter man just stared in shock.
"I-I'm not sure, should I think up a topic?" he asked, his voice quiet.
The bleeding man sighed.
"Very well, What-Ever-Your-Name-Is,"
The shorter man spoke up.
"Edgar. My name is Edgar. Edgar Vargas,"
The madman smiled, blood trickling down his face, slightly dripping down his upper lip.
"I'm Johnny C."
A/n: Bloody hell! That was hard, not using names until the end...Fook... Oh God, I'm depressed and there are Twinkies in the house...Not good... The farther this story goes, the more I will continue to pour my broken soul into Johnny's character. Yes, this story is written on a rather personal level (I'm NOT homosexual, but I am insane...Insanity is as insanity does...I do not mean to offend anyone who is gay! So please have mercy and help yourselves to the Twinkies.) I'm suffering from mental anguish at the moment, so please: flame nicely. Oh joy. It's 9:30 PM. Medication time...