Title: Homicidal

Author: vashsunglasses

Rating: T for violence and gore

Summary: "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" meets the TMNT and wackiness ensues.

Disclaimer: I own neither JtHM nor TMNT.

Edited because I spelled Los Angeles wrong... HOW COULD I DO SUCH A THING????


When Michelangelo slipped out of the Lair that evening for a little time alone, he had never imagined that he would stumble upon the scene he now witnessed.

The blood was scarlet everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, on the furniture, and even on the ceiling. The only spotless thing in the room was the man standing in the center of it, jagged knives held in skinny hands and long boney arms. He was Hispanic and it could be seen in the shape of his nose and something around his eyes, but his pale skin and blue hair made it almost impossible to tell. And his grin, that terrible rictus grin that slashed across his face, made him seem less or perhaps more than human.

Michelangelo looked at the dismembered parts of what had once been a family, and felt simultaneously as if he would both faint and hurl. "Oh God…" he muttered, pressing one hand against his mouth to hold back the sickening nausea that seemed to rise up from somewhere deep inside him, "What… how? How could you do this?'

The man with the blue hair tilted his head questioningly at the turtle and spoke in a voice that was surprisingly normal, and that reminded Mikey faintly of Donatello, "I've never met a turtle person before…" the killer said, "Are you a figment of my imagination, or are you real? Did Senor Diablo send you?"

"You killed all these people…" Michelangelo whispered.

The young man looked around at the bodies with a bored expression, "Yes… yes I did, but they deserved it so it really doesn't matter, does it? What matters is who and what you are, and whether or not I should kill you?"

Michelangelo felt a stirring of fear in his gut, "Kill me?" Then he straightened up and took his nunchaku out of his belt, "You can't kill me, I'm a ninja," he said strongly, pushing back the raging horror he felt.

The gothic young man's eyes gleamed at this information, "Wow, a real ninja!" he bounced up and down spastically, splashing his feet in the puddles of blood on the floor, "How very exciting!" Then he stopped as suddenly as he had started and a serious expression came onto his long, thin face, "So are you real or not? Tell me!" he yelled, stomping his foot and splashing more blood.

"I'm real," Michelangelo said grimly, "And I'm going to beat you to a living pulp for what you've done here, and then I'm going to turn you in-"

The young man threw back his head and laughed at this, cutting Mikey off mid sentence, "No one can catch me! It can't be done. I can't be caught and I can't be killed," he leaned over and whispered conspiratorially in the wary Michelangelo's direction, "I've been kicked out of both Heaven and Hell you see, so there's nowhere for me to go if I die."

Michelangelo's eye ridge flew up at this, "Um, yeah ok whatever man," it seemed clear to him that this man was completely insane.

"Yes," the man replied as if he had read the turtle's thoughts, "I am indeed insane, crazy, mad as a hatter, all of that," then he shrugged good naturedly and put away his knives, "But that doesn't mean that what I'm telling you isn't true. But you're in luck!" he said with a genuine smile that made him look innocent suddenly, as if he hadn't just committed a series of horribly brutal murders, "I've decided that I like you, so I'm not going to kill you!"

Michelangelo's hands tightened on his nunchaku, "Dude, I'm still going to take you in. Doesn't matter if you like me or not."

"Okee-dokee! Good luck with that!" the man said cheerfully, then bowing dramatically he said, "I am Johnny C, a visitor to your fair city who hails from the far away land of Los Angeles." Then, as quick as a flash, so quick that even Michelangelo couldn't see him move, he was at the window of the room. "You, however, may call me Nny."

Michelangelo rushed towards the window, but when he got there Nny was nowhere to be found.


Note: This is a One-Shot, unless people tell me they want more… I have a few more ideas for Nny and the turtles, but nothing absolutely pressing. So you tell me, do you want more, or is this good enough?