MY OWN PERSONAL ANGEL
Johnny the Homicidal Maniac is property of Jhonen Vasuqez and Slave Labor Graphics. I own none of this, sadly. Only thing I own is Goth N' Go. Suffer.
Now, on with the show!
[Note:This takes place a bit after issue 7]
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The alley behind 24-7 is a perfect place to kill. It's lack of lights is its best feature. I waited there by a trash can until my "prey" walked out of the convenience store. He was wearing a black unbuttoned coat with a white undershirt. He also had on black pants with many zippers which he probably bought at the Goth N' Go at the mall. The boots he had on he probably stole from his mother. As he walked next to the trash can, I covered his mouth and pulled him into the darkness. I am doing this because of what this sad excuse for a human being did. He messed with my girl. I saw him at the dance club the other night standing next to Devi. He asked her to dance and she accepted. Right in the middle of the song, he kissed her. And I don't mean a peck. This involved tongue. I could tell she didn't want it. He tried to feel her up and she punched him in his groin and ran off. My knife penetrated his pale flesh. He made a loud yelp as blood started squirting out of his newly made orifice. I smiled as I jammed the knife through his neck. Blood dripped down his mouth and onto his white shirt under his coat. It was the first time I had killed someone since that whole Jimmy incident. I added a few more stab wounds until I heard something snap behind me. A twig is what it sounded like. I turned around quickly, knife drawn. I dropped the knife at what I saw. It was Devi. She ran to her car, frightened. She was fast. But I was faster.
I hit her with a pipe not hard enough to kill her, but not soft enough to keep her concious. I grabbed her unconcious body and threw it in the car. I got in and drove off. I had my own personal angel.
***
I stood over her, admiring her beauty. Her on my couch..it brang back memories. I turned away as her eyes opened. When I turned back around, She had that same look she had on "the day she got away". She just sat there like a deer in headlights.
I hesitated, then spoke. "Devi, I think I should get right to the point. I spared you because of my feelings for you. I love you. Very simple, very truly. I doubt you feel the same way, but I had to tell you. I don't think I could stand seeing you again without telling you. I know that whole incident probably killed my chances forever, but you needed to know that I haven't stopped thinking about you. I want another chance Devi. And if you can't give me that, it's fine. I can feel good as long as I told you. Of course there will always be a huge space in my tiny heart, but at least I tried. Forgive me. I'm forever changed after an experience in hell, literally. I am free of the curse I had. Never again will I hurt you. I-I..need you. You are the epi-".
She stood up and walked over to me. I moved back a bit, scared she was hiding some sort of weapon. She grabbed me by the arm and said something to me in the sweetest voice I have ever heard. "I'm willing to try again, as long as you don't try to kill me." Her lips and mine connected and we kissed. We embraced for the longest time. It seemed like forever. Too bad it wasn't.
Johnny the Homicidal Maniac is property of Jhonen Vasuqez and Slave Labor Graphics. I own none of this, sadly. Only thing I own is Goth N' Go. Suffer.
Now, on with the show!
[Note:This takes place a bit after issue 7]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The alley behind 24-7 is a perfect place to kill. It's lack of lights is its best feature. I waited there by a trash can until my "prey" walked out of the convenience store. He was wearing a black unbuttoned coat with a white undershirt. He also had on black pants with many zippers which he probably bought at the Goth N' Go at the mall. The boots he had on he probably stole from his mother. As he walked next to the trash can, I covered his mouth and pulled him into the darkness. I am doing this because of what this sad excuse for a human being did. He messed with my girl. I saw him at the dance club the other night standing next to Devi. He asked her to dance and she accepted. Right in the middle of the song, he kissed her. And I don't mean a peck. This involved tongue. I could tell she didn't want it. He tried to feel her up and she punched him in his groin and ran off. My knife penetrated his pale flesh. He made a loud yelp as blood started squirting out of his newly made orifice. I smiled as I jammed the knife through his neck. Blood dripped down his mouth and onto his white shirt under his coat. It was the first time I had killed someone since that whole Jimmy incident. I added a few more stab wounds until I heard something snap behind me. A twig is what it sounded like. I turned around quickly, knife drawn. I dropped the knife at what I saw. It was Devi. She ran to her car, frightened. She was fast. But I was faster.
I hit her with a pipe not hard enough to kill her, but not soft enough to keep her concious. I grabbed her unconcious body and threw it in the car. I got in and drove off. I had my own personal angel.
***
I stood over her, admiring her beauty. Her on my couch..it brang back memories. I turned away as her eyes opened. When I turned back around, She had that same look she had on "the day she got away". She just sat there like a deer in headlights.
I hesitated, then spoke. "Devi, I think I should get right to the point. I spared you because of my feelings for you. I love you. Very simple, very truly. I doubt you feel the same way, but I had to tell you. I don't think I could stand seeing you again without telling you. I know that whole incident probably killed my chances forever, but you needed to know that I haven't stopped thinking about you. I want another chance Devi. And if you can't give me that, it's fine. I can feel good as long as I told you. Of course there will always be a huge space in my tiny heart, but at least I tried. Forgive me. I'm forever changed after an experience in hell, literally. I am free of the curse I had. Never again will I hurt you. I-I..need you. You are the epi-".
She stood up and walked over to me. I moved back a bit, scared she was hiding some sort of weapon. She grabbed me by the arm and said something to me in the sweetest voice I have ever heard. "I'm willing to try again, as long as you don't try to kill me." Her lips and mine connected and we kissed. We embraced for the longest time. It seemed like forever. Too bad it wasn't.