This is my first story ever. It is a JTHM fan fiction. Special thanks goes to Whisperwings for helping me to get it published on this site. I don't understand computers. Warning; rated M for violence and possible language. On with the INSANITY!!!!
Chapter 1
Johnny's P.O.V
I went to the basement to check on my victims. They are all whiny and all come with their own sob story. They always want the pain to stop, and all I'm trying to do is kill them. Ingrates. "NO PLEASE!!!!!" they scream. "I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!!!!!" They're all so annoying. Some like to talk to me, and I appreciate that they want to spend their last hours of life in a polite conversation with me. That touches me. It even, for a moment, helps me to think that there is some hope for humanity. That's a funny thought. But, as always, the conversation leads back to their survival, or something similar to that. Bunch of as-holes.
"So," I started "How is everyone?" I asked them all. Some of their heads jolted up in fear. Others were to limp to move.
"So is that a 'Fine, thanks for asking?'" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
None of them spoke. This was getting annoying.
"No one's talking huh? Fine." I walked up to the one who was chained to the wall. He called me a…. well, I'd rather not say. But he got what was coming to him yesterday.
"Hey Guy. How are you are hanging on?"
He didn't answer.
"Hello?" I lifted up his arm. It fell back to the floor, bloody and limp.
"He died... Oh well. So long people, I'll be back for you all later. I'm off.
I made it down the street to the 24/7 store. It was pitch black out, with the exception of the streetlights, but it didn't bother me much. The silence was nice
The new employee there was looking a little jumpy, but who could blame him after what I did to the last person who worked there.
I was trying to decide whether I should get some skettios or a brain-freezy when I heard some noise outside. There was a group of guys stumbling down the sidewalk, all in football letter jackets.
They looked like they were all celebrating a big victory, and after LOTS of drinking, had gotten kicked out of wherever they were.
-Those as-hole jocks must be REALLY drunk- I thought to myself. -Probably walking home from their victory binge-
I looked to see them harassing someone who had been minding their own business. She was a girl, probably in her early twenties, wearing a thick green sweater and some blue jeans. She had dark brown, almost black hair that barely went past her shoulders. She was a little short, and wore no makeup at all, a rarity these days, I thought. They were surrounding her, their sloshed voices filling the night air.
"Hey baby, we're some of the regional champion football players this year. We deserve a little fun tonight." a guy who looked their leader grinned, the rest of them laughed.
She said nothing.
"You going to stand there all night sweetheart?" he asked her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
She did just stand there, as quiet as a stone statue. Just standing there totally refusing to even acknowledge them.
"Hey! We're talking to you!" he shouted, the heavy and slurred tones of his friends filling the air around them.
Yet she was still quiet. She started to look annoyed, but who wouldn't. I knew I was.
As I exited the 24/7, I made sure that I was not noticed. I had better things to do. I had better things to do. Why bother?
I was almost feeling sorry for the girl because of the idiotic behavior that she was being subjected to.
"Hey! I said-"
"I heard you. Please, be quiet, and leave me alone." she said bluntly, her head tilted slowly. Defiant, but quiet still
"Oh-ho! She speaks!" he laughed, his friends doing the same.
"Hey! Tim! Check out this piece of work!" one of them yelled to him.
-Ah hell…
"Oh ho! Check it out! It's a goth! A rather fruity one at that!"
My hand was on my knife and ready to go at that point.
"Well bring 'im over! We need to stay in shape, and what better way than to rough someone up?" He laughed. Like the idiots the rest of them were, they followed his example and laughed along.
"Come on freak! Let's get goin'! I don't have all da-"
In one swift motion I pulled out my concealed knife and sliced at the hand on my shoulder. It took a moment for the guy to sober up long enough to notice that his hand was gone. He wailed in pain, sounding more like a six-year-old girl than a football champion. The rest of them looked confused.
"Nick, what's-"
He turned to them and to their horror, they saw his hand or more so, lack of one. They looked panicked, but the boss kept his head.
"Get 'im!" he shouted
The rushed at me, but got to them first. I hacked away at them in a blind fury. I'm pretty sure one of them lost their head or at the least an arm.
"THIS IS FOR BEING SUCH DRUNK AS-HOLES!!! THIS IS FOR BOTHERING PEOPLE WHO DON'T DESERVE IT!!!! AND THIS IS FOR CALLING ME A GOTH FREAK!!!! AND A JACKA-S!!!!"
"W-We never s-said that!!!" the next one cried.
"WELL I KNOW YOU WERE THINKING IT!!!!!"
Still blinded by fury and rage, once the lackeys had been finished off, I turned and grabbed the leader and started to drag him back to my house.
"I've got something special planned for you…" I told him. I had to say; I don't know how he got to be a football champion. This guy was pretty light. Maybe I was too angry to feel his…how should I put it? Girth.
I got in and in another swift motion tossed him down the stairs. Not too hard though. I wanted his greatest pain to come soon.
"Aw, I should probably go back and get that brain-freezy…"
As I made my way down the stairs, brain-freezy in hand, I thought of all the things I had planned for that drunk.
I made it to the end of the stairs and saw something I didn't expect,
The girl in the green sweater was sprawled out on my basement floor.
-Aw hell…-
I felt cold. It was dark as night, but I could hear the buzz of lights above my head. My legs felt limp, and my wrists hurt a lot. My back felt as if it was in knots. I was sitting down, that much I knew. My head hurt so much. I heard a muffled scream of sorts. Like, someone was gagged, getting their arms sawed off.
I whimpered softly, the pain throughout my body getting the best of me. I opened my eyes slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the bright light.
I saw someone. I couldn't tell much about them at the moment. I tried to turn my head, to see them better, but I got a sharp pain in my neck, emitting a sharp breath through the air.
The person had heard me. He turned his head sharply. Intense, yet nervous eyes stared at me.
They stopped what they were doing and walked over to me. I could see them fully now.
He was a man, a little older than myself quite possibly, completely covered in black clothing. He stared at me with those eyes. After a moment of examination (from the both of us, I guessed) he crouched down to my level, still staring at me.
"So, you're awake...good. I was wondering when you would." He said. His voice was chilling, yet confident, assured of himself.
"Who…who are you?" I asked, curious, to say the least.
"Me? Well, my name is Johnny C. Who, pray tell, are you?"
"…I'm…Danielle…Where am I?"
"That's not important right now." He glared.
"Well, what am I doing here?"
"You certainly ask a lot of questions, don't you?" His voice was raspy now, with an obvious twinge of annoyance.
"Sorry, I'm just a little confused at the moment…" My body ached even more. I whimpered in pain again.
"Ah, yes. That pain will go away in a few days."
"Pain? H-How did I get hurt?" Realizing that was another question, I quickly lowered my head in a mixture of fear and embarrassment.
"No need to feel embarrassed. I made a comment; you had the right to ask. Let's see…well my guess is that I knocked you out, dragged you along concrete, and tossed you down the stairs. Sorry, my fault on that one."
"Why can't I move?"
"You're chained to a wall so…it's pretty obvious…"
"Oh…wait, so why am I chained up?"
"Well…the thing is, it seems that in my attempt in taking some as-hole here I grabbed you by mistake. I'm not sure what to do next. I should probably test you…"
I was really confused at this point.
"Test me?"
"Yes. You see, I don't kill the innocent. I only kill those who deserve it. So, the question now is, are you innocent…?"
"Innocent from what charges?"
"AGAIN WITH THE QUESTIONS!!!!!"
I flinched. I could never really get over people yelling at me. I shut my eyes tightly and waited to be struck.
"…What are you doing…?"
I opened my eyes again, realizing my fear-ridden instincts had kicked in.
"I'm…I'm sorry…I just thought-"
"You thought I was going to hit you?"
I nodded, secretly ashamed of my actions.
"Well that's just…Ughh…"
He walked away and up a staircase near him, frustrated mumbles echoing from the stairwell all the way up.
"…I think you aggravated him… a voice said through the silence.
I tried my best to see who was talking. I strained my neck again to see a man close to me on the same wall.
"Uh…hi there." I said, surprised a little.
"Hey, so your name's Danielle?"
"Yeah…you know anything about this Johnny guy?" I asked him.
"Not really. All I know is, he kills people."
"Really?"
"Yeah. ALOT of people. I'm surprised he hasn't gotten to me yet. Since I've been here, he's killed at least eight people."
"Wow...He seemed a little…"
"Unstable?"
"You could say that."
The man laughed. For a person who could be killed at any moment, he was pretty relaxed.
"My name is Samuel."
"It's nice to meet you. I kinda wished it was under better circumstances though.."
"Heh...same here."
"So…what did he mean by all that 'innocent or punishable' stuff?"
"Well, from what I've seen so far, people who have done wrong-doing or have just pissed this guy off in general get killed on the spot or taken here for their blood."
"Blood?"
"How nice."
Johnny had come back in the room, his hands behind his back.
"So nice to see people in a conversation..."
He whipped around and stabbed Samuel in his gut.
I gasped, Samuel screaming in pain. I closed my eyes, trying to avoid the fact that my new friend was in so much pain.
Johnny nonchalantly put a bucket in front of Samuel, collecting the streaming red fluid from him.
I looked Johnny right in the eye.
"What did you do that for!?!" I shouted.
He turned to me, a gleam of anger in his eye.
"What do you mean?"
"He was a nice guy! You didn't have to kill him!"
"That man killed his wife and two children, held three people hostage in a department store, then pushed me as he tried to make his getaway. He was something other than nice. You have alot to learn about judging people, even if it's for the better..."
He pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and carved a tally mark in the wall. He turned to ne and flashed a crazed grin.
"That's strike one."
Like it? I thought it was pretty good myself, but then again, My ego can get a little inflated. Tell me what you think. Chapter 2 is coming soon!