I do not own Johnny The Homocidal Maniac, I don't even come close to portraying a one mister Johnny C. the way Johnen Vazquez can.
You're Always A Slave To Something:
Chapter One: My Hero:
Johnny sat, admiring the stars in his room, die-ary and pencil in hand, melting Cherry-Doom Brianfreezy to his right.
Its so weiRd hoW pEople liKe to waTch staRs. TheY're just big fLamiNg firey ballS of gAs, baSically. But hey. They're gorgEous balls of sparkLing, burning gAs. Maybe its because thEy, in some ways, represent humanity. SomE are in big cLusTers, as though theY hAve fRiEndS. soMe are just lusterous dots in the sKy, lonEly, and unwanted. I KnOw how they feeL, as I haTe watcHiNg theM alone. I-
There was a thunderous sound at his door. As though there were someone down there, pummeling it with a large, solid object. He put his writing utensil's away, almost afraid to open the door. But, alas, he had to. It could be no worse than that guy "Mmy"...Ugh...How he hated to think about it. He shook the feeling off and opened the door cautiously. The only thing worse than Jimmy himself was...Another one. Ugh, again, he shuddered to think. He peered around the edge of the door.
Dear, sweet, fat, lazy God! Could this really be? She'd come back to him? Oh, God!
"Devi! What are you doing here, of all places?" he asked welcoming her inside.
He then took a second look at her. Tired, beat-up, ragety, dirty and...Barely clothed. Cuts, scrapes and bruises decorated her entire form. He felt it...Anger. Worry. Concern. The feelings...The emotions he'd worked so hard to turn off. All brought back by seeing the condition of the girl in his life he cared most about before the "holiday" he'd gone on.
"N...Nny..." She said in a raspy choked voice. He came closer. She put a hand on his face, and it traveled up his cheek and into his hair. The sensations of being touched by another human being...It was almost unbearable. His hair tingled. It'd finally grown back.
"Yes, Devi? What happened to you? Who did this?" he asked.
"...I'm not sure, but I want you to find out and kill them, Johnny. He raped me." she whispered.
His breath caught in his throat. He felt bile rise up in him. The one thing that set him off, and of course it would happen to Devi. The only one...
"Oh...God...Devi...I'm going to go get some first aid things from Squee. Meanwhile, until I get back, don't die...Do anything but die." he said, reluctantly and hesitantly leaving.
Squee heard a tapping on the window...Thinking of it now...Why didn't he use the tunnel? Maybe he never got around to cleaning it out. Oh well. Never-the-less, he let Nny in, finally coming to realize how wrong, yet at the same time how right Schmee was. He was wrong in that Nny was going to kill him. Nny was actually the only person who cared about him. He was right in that he was "bad" in the true sense of the word. He did things that were immoral. Squee handed Nny a black bag with a red plus sign on it. However, he saw no visible wounds on Johnny.
"...FOR A FRIEND! Thank's Squee!" Nny yelled over his shoulder as he bound back to his house, back to Devi. Well, at least that explained the lack of injury. '...So did he go to the exact opposite now? He helps people? Alrighty then...' Squee said, and just flopped back on his bed.
Johnny went into the house, however Devi was not visible.
"D...Devi?" he weakly called. He put the bag on the couch and called her name again, just a little louder.
"In here." she said. He went into the kitchen.
"I brought you some Bactine and bandages. Lets get you cleaned up." he said.
"With what?" she asked.
"...Well...Um...Water, I'd assume, and disinfectants." he said.
"I was just in your bathroom, Nny. There was molding dead body floating in blood. Crusty blood. I'm assuming it's been there a long time." she said.
"...A long time indeed." he said.
"Nny, do you still kill people?" she asked.
"Yes, on occasion. Just to keep practice. But I spend most of my time writing Happy Noodle Boy comics." he answered.
"...How do I know that if I go into that bathroom with you, you won't try to dunk me into there and give that guy some eternal company?" she asked.
"Because the man that raped you isn't dead yet. And I wouldn't let anything happen to you until you see him die. Also, I would never try and kill you. Again." he said, looking away slightly.
"Well that's good, and I'm trusting you on that," she said, "Help me get cleaned up." she said.
"...Really?" he asked in disbelief. She actually trusted him? Wow...She was...Crazy. Or maybe desperate. Who know's.
"Really really. And can we please hurry up about it? My body is falling apart at the seams." she said, stumbling over herself to grab hold of Nny for balance.
He caught her, and put one of her arms around his shoulders, holding her. "You'll be ok. You're with me now."
"Thats what I'm afraid of." she joked. Maybe she wasn't as angry with him anymore. He looked down to see her face, and she gave him a half hearted smile. He smiled back. Something he hadn't done in years. They got into the bathroom. He looked down at the body in the tub and pulled a crusty, tattered shower curtain across to cover the body.
"Devi, this may sting a little." he said, and applied bactine to a cotton ball and rubbed it in the various cuts, scrapes and bruises on her face. She flinched only a few times, but for the most part she held it together.
He was almost done. He bandaged her hand up. "How'd you get the bloody knuckles?" he asked.
"...How do you think, Nny..." she said, and began weeping.
"I'm sorry!"
"It's n-n-not y-y-you..." she gasped for air.
"Devi, tell me exactly what he did to you, and who it was."
"Just some guy. He followed me home from the bookstore." she said, "I had checked out some books he was buying. An advanced chemistry book and an advanced human anatomy book. He smiled at me, but he looked like a pretty boy - you know the type, blonde hair, blue eyes, thinks he so hot. Yeah. He was laying on the pick up lines thick. 'Let me see your shirt tag...Yup, just what I thought. Made from heaven.' 'Are you tired? Cause you been running through my mind all day.' That kind of crap." she continued, "And he left. I WATCHED him get in his car and take off, Nny. I don't know how he found me! I just don't know!"
"Relax, Devi, its not your fault. What happened next?" he asked.
"Well, its the end of my shift, and I lock up and go out to my car. I start it, and I see a car that looked like his-obviously it was- go past. I think nothing of it, and I just go on. I stop at the first stop light, and I look in my rear veiw mirror. Its his car. Him in it. I thought it was weird, so I went around the block a couple times. He's following me. So I pull over in front of the store again, and he just keeps going. I thought it was safe, I really did. So I just go home. I go inside, lock the door, and turn on the light, and there he is. Sitting on my couch. I started screaming at him. I said 'I don't know who the hell you are, but you better get out, or you'll be sorry!' and he just starts laughing. He gets up and grabs my arm, so I grabbed the nearest thing I could - a lamp - and smashed it over his head. He says 'Thats not gonna stop me.' and picks me up over his shoulder - not without a fight, mind you - and brings me to my bedroom. I asked him why my underwear draw was torn apart. My panties were everywhere. He said he went through it, and he liked the selection. I was so close to throwing up, Nny. I was so scared." she said, uncharacteristically like her. She didn't strike him as the kind of person who got scared. "And so he threw me on the bed, and straddled me. God...I remember it like...Ugh..." she said, tears rolling down her cheeks, wetting her fresh bandages, "And he ripped my shirt, as you can see,"
Johnny looked at her shirt. Ripped it was, indeed. The entire front was torn so it was just like a button up shirt, only distorted, and it was slightly tattered, probably from stuggling.
"And cut my pants off with his pocket knife. And my leg in the process." she said, "I was actually more angry than I was scared. In a way, its justified. Who the fuck does he think he is?! Coming into MY house and going through MY panties!" she growled, "And he pulled my panties down and uh...yeah...And in the process hit me in the face a few times. He had rings on. Hence the scratches." she said, " And when he was done, he walked over to the pile of undies and stole a pair, and left. Just left." she said.
"Would you recognize him if you saw him?"
"...Definitely. You don't forget the face of your rapist, Nny." she said.
He quieted. He was going to kill the sick fuckwad who did this to Devi. And he would enjoy it. Probably more than he'd ever enjoyed killing anyone. The only thing worse than Devi being raped would be if he were ever to find out that Squee had been raped. This blonde bastard would pay.
"Devi...I'll get him. Don't worry. Do you want me to take you home...?" he asked, hoping she would want to go, yet at the same time wanting her to stay with him. He wanted her to go because he didn't know if he could take her sleeping in his house. Yet he wanted her to stay here so she could be near him and he could ensure her safety.
"Nny, if you don't mind...I'd really like to stay here. Or if you want you can come to my house. I really don't want to be alone." she said, wiping away the streaks on her face.
"Alright, then. You can stay here. You may want to sleep on the couch though." Johnny said, thinking of his disgusting, grimy, dirty bed. He doubted she'd want to sleep on it.
"Why?" she asked.
"The couch is a little cleaner." he said.
She decided it was better to not ask questions, and instead take his advice. "Ok." she said, and he walked her into the room with his television and sat her on the couch.
"I'll get you a blanket and a pillow." he said. He walked out of the room.
As soon as he left, Devi brought her knees up to her chest. 'I hope he kills him.' she thought, 'I hope he dies a horrible death...'
Nny came back in and set up a little sleep area. He gave her the remote and told her to watch whatever she wanted. He resumed working on a Happy Noodle Boy comic he had started working on earlier that day.
Between the soft glow of the television, and the little lamp Nny was using as light, Devi felt comfortable. And safer than she had since...When Nny had tried to kill her. But why was she not afraid now? The man, sitting there, on a box of nails, working on a comic book that homeless guys read, had tried to kill her. And she had locked herself inside her house for God-knows how long. Yet in her time of need...He was the only one she felt she could really trust. Not even her friends. She wouldn't be safe with them the way she was safe with Johnny C.
"Nny?" she asked gently.
Startled, he turned around. "Yes?" he asked.
"Thank you." she said, and turned the TV off and curled up to go to sleep.
He smiled at her. Yet again. All these feelings and smiling were going to completely erase the entire point of his holiday.
"No problem." he said and turned to finish working on his comic.
Outside, a man stood. He tossed his blonde hair out of his face. His blue eyes peered in a boarded up window. He watched Devi sleep. But who was the guy working on whatever it was he was working on in the corner? Who could this man be? And why was Devi with him, on his couch? Devi was his...And his only. He dominated her. She was his property.
Johnny sensed something slightly amiss. On the property. He put his pen down, and looked outside the boarded windows. There was a presence out there he definitely didn't like.
And he knew he'd never let anything happen to Devi ever again.
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