Hello, I am the Duelist of Roses and don't you forget that. Today, I am
going take you to a place that is at the center of the JtHM universe: The
origin of Johnny. Do not be frightened, this may shed some light on what
may have changed Johnny into what he is today. So, close your eyes, and go
to this place.
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You're floating, floating, floating, everything you know flashes before your eyes, everyone you know disappears, the barrier between reality and unreality vanishes, you finally stop in front of a house, just a normal house in a normal suburb with skyscrapers in the distance. It has a white picket fence with a normal size off-white door and two stories, like every other house on the street, it looks normal, yet there is an ominous feeling all around it, like there was something dark, evil, oh so evil, coming toward this house. A little boy with black hair opens the normal off-white door, yet he looks like every other boy on his street. A woman comes out of the door the boy opened, "Now, Johnny, don't stay out too long, you'll catch cold." The boy just smiles at her and replies, "Yes, Mother." Wait, could this be Johnny? Where is the blood? Where is Psycho- Doughboy and Mr. Eff? Could this be Johnny before he ever became homicidal? The boy plays until the sun starts to set on his street, like all the other streets, and he goes inside.
~ Next Day ~ A man in all black steps off a bus. His trenchcoat gives a defiant swoosh. The metal studs on his boots gleam. You can't see his face, only his eyes at an angle, dark pools where light has no power and only fear and evil survive, it sends shivers up your spine. He only had a one way ticket, that means he must plan to not go back where he came from.
~ That Night ~ "Johnny! Turn out your light!" his mother yelled up the stairs. "Yes, Mother!" he yelled back as he pulled back his covers and turned out the light not knowing that would be the last time he heard his mother's voice.
It's dark outside, so dark that even the city lights are dim. The doorbell rings. Johnny's father gets up from his paperwork at the table. He opens the door six inches to see who it is, but it is pushed open all the way. The man's eyes scan over the man sprawled on the floor from the force of the door. "So," he chuckles with dark tones in his voice, "you thought you could escape me?" He grabs Johnny's father by the throat and lifted him up almost a foot from the floor. "You know, we actually could have been friends," he muses out loud. He then throws back one side of his trenchcoat to reveal a long sword as he drops Johnny's father to the ground. "You know," he laughs evilly, "I might have a lot of fun with this. He pulls it out in a long arc and a thin red line starts to form. "Ah, the hell with it." He says as he cuts off the head. A pool of blood starts forming under his head and his bloody stump of a neck. His wife comes in wearing rubber gloves and a dishtowel in her hands. Her smile disintegrates as she passes out from the shock of seeing her husband's severed head and the in other man's hand was the tool that did it. A long sword dripping in blood, oozing, sticky blood. He leans over her body, "I think I'm going to have fun than I expected."
~ That Morning ~ Johnny opens his eyes. He can't hear his mother calling for him. He can't smell breakfast either. He throws off his covers and runs to the stairs and sees a sight that his small mind wasn't able to handle, his parent's dismembered body parts all over the floor in front of the door. He saw a message written on the door in his parent's blood, "I finally got you!" His small mind thought that it was a joke and reached down and touched the blood with the tip of his finger. He brings it to his lips and tastes it. He screams and runs to his room and hides under his cover and cries for what seems like hours, not knowing what his life has in store for him and the battles he will have to fight. ************************************************************************
So, what do you think? Not bad for a first chapter, eh? Sorry it's so short, but there'll be more stuff comin' your way soon!
You're floating, floating, floating, everything you know flashes before your eyes, everyone you know disappears, the barrier between reality and unreality vanishes, you finally stop in front of a house, just a normal house in a normal suburb with skyscrapers in the distance. It has a white picket fence with a normal size off-white door and two stories, like every other house on the street, it looks normal, yet there is an ominous feeling all around it, like there was something dark, evil, oh so evil, coming toward this house. A little boy with black hair opens the normal off-white door, yet he looks like every other boy on his street. A woman comes out of the door the boy opened, "Now, Johnny, don't stay out too long, you'll catch cold." The boy just smiles at her and replies, "Yes, Mother." Wait, could this be Johnny? Where is the blood? Where is Psycho- Doughboy and Mr. Eff? Could this be Johnny before he ever became homicidal? The boy plays until the sun starts to set on his street, like all the other streets, and he goes inside.
~ Next Day ~ A man in all black steps off a bus. His trenchcoat gives a defiant swoosh. The metal studs on his boots gleam. You can't see his face, only his eyes at an angle, dark pools where light has no power and only fear and evil survive, it sends shivers up your spine. He only had a one way ticket, that means he must plan to not go back where he came from.
~ That Night ~ "Johnny! Turn out your light!" his mother yelled up the stairs. "Yes, Mother!" he yelled back as he pulled back his covers and turned out the light not knowing that would be the last time he heard his mother's voice.
It's dark outside, so dark that even the city lights are dim. The doorbell rings. Johnny's father gets up from his paperwork at the table. He opens the door six inches to see who it is, but it is pushed open all the way. The man's eyes scan over the man sprawled on the floor from the force of the door. "So," he chuckles with dark tones in his voice, "you thought you could escape me?" He grabs Johnny's father by the throat and lifted him up almost a foot from the floor. "You know, we actually could have been friends," he muses out loud. He then throws back one side of his trenchcoat to reveal a long sword as he drops Johnny's father to the ground. "You know," he laughs evilly, "I might have a lot of fun with this. He pulls it out in a long arc and a thin red line starts to form. "Ah, the hell with it." He says as he cuts off the head. A pool of blood starts forming under his head and his bloody stump of a neck. His wife comes in wearing rubber gloves and a dishtowel in her hands. Her smile disintegrates as she passes out from the shock of seeing her husband's severed head and the in other man's hand was the tool that did it. A long sword dripping in blood, oozing, sticky blood. He leans over her body, "I think I'm going to have fun than I expected."
~ That Morning ~ Johnny opens his eyes. He can't hear his mother calling for him. He can't smell breakfast either. He throws off his covers and runs to the stairs and sees a sight that his small mind wasn't able to handle, his parent's dismembered body parts all over the floor in front of the door. He saw a message written on the door in his parent's blood, "I finally got you!" His small mind thought that it was a joke and reached down and touched the blood with the tip of his finger. He brings it to his lips and tastes it. He screams and runs to his room and hides under his cover and cries for what seems like hours, not knowing what his life has in store for him and the battles he will have to fight. ************************************************************************
So, what do you think? Not bad for a first chapter, eh? Sorry it's so short, but there'll be more stuff comin' your way soon!