Yuki: Okay, this is my sceond story about Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.

Anika: This fic will be Edgar/Johnny (slash).

Rated M for rape, drug use, child abuse, sex, foul language, and violence (Of course!).


"Dad?"

"What, bitch?"

"I need lunch money." The boy stood there, not moving as a wad of dollar bills and coins was thrown at him. He bent down to pick the money up, not looking up as he heard his father's footsteps come closer. Of course, he had forgotten his manners.

"Thank you." He shivered slightly as the man placed a hand on his shoulder after he had stood up.

"Don't worry. You know you'll pay me back."


Edgar Vargas, age thirteen, sat at his desk, reading like the studious student he was. The rest of the class was talking on and off about a new student that was supposed to some to their class today. Edgar soon separated himself from the noise as he submerged himself in the pages of poetry that he loved. Soon, he was in his own world, no noise or chaos, no colors. It wasn't until the teacher, Miss Anderson, came in, holding onto the shoulders of a boy a bit shorter than Edgar.

He had messy blue-black hair, a few dark rings around his eyes. His short-sleeved shirt was black, displaying a white colored stick figure on the torso. His black jeans were only torn slightly at the knees and, in a few other places, showed where the boy's black, metal tipped boots covered his legs. The boots in question had a short heel, which didn't add much to his height.

"Class," said Miss Anderson, "this is Johnny Carson. He's transferring from Miss Bitters's class." So, he was a sixth grader going into the eighth grade class. Awkward.

Johnny sat down as Miss Anderson was called out of the room. Girls gathered around his desk, wanting to make him a girl-magnet and end up going out with him.

"Why are you in the eighth grade?"

"Did you skip a few grades?"

"Did you bribe someone?"

"Class!" Everyone looked up to see Miss Anderson again. "Please sit down. We can make some time for Mr. Carson to introduce himself thoroughly, but for now, we learn."

Johnny took out a notebook, 'English' scrawled in odd lettering on the front of it. He sat down quietly, talking when called on, but only loud enough for the teacher to hear.


Yuki: Umm... Very short.

Anika: We'll leave it at that... For now

*thunder and lightning crackle and boom outside*