Author's note: Okay so I don't own JTHM that's kinda obvious. I own Meg and Addie though! I made those characters in a different story. This story is a bit weird though because you don't get to the JTHM characters till the last few chapters. So sorry, hope you enjoy though. RATED T JUST TO BE SURE BECAUSE YES I SCARED MY FRIEND WITH THIS STORY. IT HAS GORE IN IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ITS JOHNNY!

Ps. Keep in mind this whole story is still based in the weird messed up world of JTHM.

Chapter 1: The Pure

"Why can't I stop?"

"Because it feels to good?"

"Because it's right. It's not weird. It's normal, perfectly normal."

Meg told herself these things as she silently held the bloody knife above a dead man's chest. She looked down at the man her eyes wear big and angry but her psycho smile said different. She dropped the blood stained knife and it plunged into the dead man's heart giving off a squishing sound that echoed about the room. Blood splattered and covered Meg's face. She walked into her bathroom and splashed her face with hot water. She rubbed the blood off onto a towel and threw the towel to the floor. She walked slowly over to her front door and cracked the door open. She looked around and then walked outside.

She didn't look much different from everyone else. She had on a black mini dress and under wore a black and white striped T-shirt. Her hair was black short and choppy. Although she did wear lots of black eye liner and was very quiet she did try to mix in with everyone else.

She walked quietly down the street. The extra knife she always had on her tapped gently against her leg. She walked remembering her mother, father and sisters she killed. She remembered every moment of it. The blood splatter, them yelling for mercy, she smiled. She remembered her days in school. Her friend, Amy, who use to follow her around, said she would never hurt a fly Meg frowned and walked faster down the street in search of the one and only Amy. 'Oh what she could do for me' Meg thought. She quietly walked around a block and walked into a coffee shop. She took a seat at a small table and waited for Amy. Meg knew she came there every morning. She had been watching Amy for months waiting for the right moment.

Hours passed and Meg waited patiently. As soon as Meg's last patient was gone and she was about to leave Amy walked through the door holding a note book and pen. Meg got up and happily walked over to Amy.

"Hello Amy." She said in a sweat voice.

Amy smiled "Oh hi Meg. I haven't seen you in a long time." She said waving at her. Meg noticed Amy's note book.

"Oh, you write?" Meg asked "I know the best spot to write. Wanna see it?"

Amy thought for a second. "Uh sure, I would love that!"

Meg took Amy's hand and led her up to the roof of the coffee shop. Amy looked around at the flowers that covered the white lattice fences that surrounded her.

"Oh its beautiful." She said

Meg smiled "Isn't it?"

Amy looked back at Meg "I never knew this was up here. Thanks for showing me."

Meg smiled "Now could you do something in return for me?" she asked

Amy shook her head "Oh yes Meg anything for you!" she said blushing.

Meg's smile got bigger "Well good good. You see I do something I can't say I'm very proud of. But I can't stop doing it. I need you to-" Meg stood up putting one of her feet onto the table and pulling out her knife. "Get me more victims!" She said pointing the knife at Amy's neck.

Amy's eyes got bigger she started to stutter something. "I-WA-do- Wha?"

Meg yelled "just say it already! Yes you will help me or no and I can kill you!"

Well that's my first chapter bleh I'm so done for today. . well was it horrible, good, bad, wanna kill you're self?