A/N: Let's be honest, the Toecutter and Johnny the Boy were fucking. It wasn't even subtext.
Johnny watched as the Toecutter stood by the road, staring at the night sky. The rest of the gang was inside the bar. The owner had graciously allowed them to stay the night and help themselves to his alcohol, all free of charge. The sounds of the gang celebrating the man's generosity could be heard coming from inside the bar. They were raising toasts to the Nightrider. Any excuse to get drunk. They had toasted his memory at least six times. Every time, the Toecutter would grit his teeth. Johnny understood. The Nightrider had meant so much to him and they were throwing around his name like it was nothing. The Toecutter was sensitive like that.
Johnny walked to the Toecutter. He cleared his throat. The Toecutter didn't even move, as if he was trying to ignore Johnny. Johnny cleared his throat again. "I know how you feel. The Nightrider was a great man. His loss is-"
"Shut up!" The Toecutter smacked Johnny across the face.
The force of the smack knocked Johnny to the ground. He put his hand on his face, feeling the warm blood coming from his nose. He scrambled to get to his feet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"I told you to shut up!" The Toecutter kicked Johnny in the legs, causing him to fall to the ground again. He then stomped on Johnny's knees, eliciting screams from him. No one in the bar seemed to care about what was going on outside. They went on with their drinking. They either didn't care, or knew not to care. Even if someone did come out of the bar, nothing could stop the Toecutter's rampage. The Toecutter's heel made contact with Johnny's stomach. Johnny felt like he was going to throw up, but he resisted the urge. Johnny rolled over, avoiding another stomp from the Toecutter. He jumped to his feet and ran towards the bikes that had been parked by the side of the bar, the Toecutter following him in hot pursuit.
Johnny made it to the bikes, but he soon found himself cornered by the Toecutter. Johnny scanned around, looking for an opening, but it was all to no avail. Johnny's lower lip trembled. "I...I was just trying to..."
The Toecutter went over to his bike and reached for his shotgun. The color drained from Johnny's face as he watched the Toecutter bring the shotgun to his face. Johnny tried to run, but the Toecutter grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. The Toecutter popped Johnny's mouth open and shoved the shotgun down it. "Now keep your sweet mouth shut."
Johnny squirmed, tears crawling down his cheeks. He could taste the metal of the barrel in his mouth. His eyes darted to the Toecutter, who had a cruel grin on his face. His finger tapped against the trigger, teasing Johnny. He pushed the gun further down Johnny's throat. Johnny felt a pit of nausea form in his stomach. His knees began to give way and he collapsed against the wall. He looked to the Toecutter again, making eye contact this time. He could see a tear forming in the corner of the Toecutter's eye. He let go of the gun and fell to the ground weeping. Johnny got off of the wall and hugged the Toecutter. The Toecutter didn't fight him. Johnny patted his back. "Don't worry. We'll get him. The man who did this. He will pay."
The Toecutter wiped the tears from his eyes. "Thank you."