So... yeah. I love JTHM and fanfiction so I thought "why not?". If my bro or anyone else I know finds out I wrote a fanfic they'd never let me live it down. I usualy do comics but this is a good chance to up my writin' skillz! BTW there is gonna be an OC in here but it's not slash. Just glorious blood and gore! Yays!
It was a nice sunny day at the park. Gary sat in the grass watching the last few twitches of the mutilated body that was an unsuspecting jogger. His orange button up shirt and the white tee along with his jeans were all stained with blood and had a few new rips from the now dead man's attempts to defend himself. He smiled at the sight, blood dripping from his broken teeth. He reached over to the body and ripped off another piece of flesh. He loved that sound. Like someone tearing a piece of wet leather. When he went to take a bite a woman that was walking by saw he grusome scene and screamed then ran off. The sound of police sirens soon followed. Gary calmly stood up and realised how close the cops were.
"Those fat little piggies can really run when they want to." He thought. He couldn't actualy speak because of a slight setback with a sniper during his escape from the local mental hospital. The bullet that was still lodged in his throat would still irritate him now and then. When the cops got close enough and drew their guns he started running. Towards them.
A few shots were fired but he managed to kill them before they managed to at least injure him. They had such lousy aim anyway. He turned his attention to the stunned woman who, at this point, was paralysed with fear. His left eye was a bright red, his right was no longer there. Just a gaping hole in his face. His black hair was greasy and matted with dried blood. He took his time with this one. He kept walking towards her until they were face to face. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her closer and made a sound that almost sounded like a quiet, disturbing, laugh. She finally tried to break free from him and run away but his grip on her neck tightened, digging his jagged nails into her skin and yanked her backwards. She screamed as all the skin on her head stretched and ripped off in one clean jerk. She fell to the ground still screamin in pain. He jammed his fingers into the cavity that was once a nose and lifted her up and slammed her into a nearby tree. The cracking noise from either the tree or her skull was beautiful. He continued the assault on the tree with his victim til her body was limp all with the same manical grin on his face.
By this time more police were on their way. He took this oppritunity to leave. Sprinting for a couple blocks and up to the front door of what he thought was an abandoned house. He stopped on the front step for a moment to try and judge exactly how close the cops actualy were then opened the door and calmly walked inside. The cops were always hunting him down. He's even seen the news reports who have so lovingly given him the name "The happy boy killer" which oddly enough Happy Boy was the nickname his parents always called him. Mostly 'cause they didn't always remeber his name.
The inside of the house reminded him of his own place. Dirty, blood stained, and the occasional rat here and there. He noticed a TV with rabbit ears (not the antenna) sitting on top. He was pretty amused by this until he realised the TV was on. The freezy cup on the floor in front of the couch hadn't grown any mold yet and the leftover liquid wasnt even dried up. Was someone living here? Gary's train of thought was broken when he heard footsteps approaching him from behind. And the unmistakable sqeaking of styrofoam. The house's owner had caught him breaking in. (Or just walking in actually).
"Who the hell are you?"
Gary turned around to see a man about his age standing in front of a staircase that seemed to lead down into darkness. He was tall and looked like one of those goths he's seen hanging around the fast food joints.
