OI!!! It's me.again. Yayness. I still don't own anything, 'cept for this
fiction-y thingy. Jhonen rules all. Thanks to Johnnydepplover for giving me
this idea!! *hugs her* Your really nice. Just thought you should know. Hee
hee :)
Anyway, I might do other chapters to this of Johnny growing up.I'm having fun imagining him in High School, with all the jocks and snobs and.*gasps* cheerleaders. If I get ok reviews, I probably will.if I remember. Heheh. Anyway, read on; I'm tired of typing, it's 11:00 PM, and I've gotta finish my homework.
They were a typical family, in a typical house, in a typical neighborhood. But despite all it's normality, this particular family would have a child that would change a lot of people's lives.
Or cut short - whichever.
It had all started that one night.
A woman, looking in her middle years, sat at a table, a pen in her hand as she stared at the crossword puzzle in front of her. Just across the room from her a man who looked slightly older sat in a large chair, reading a newspaper. Suddenly, the man looked up from his paper and gave a sort of secret smile to the woman, who smiled back.
The digital clock by the woman read 11:35.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash and the man jumped up as a masked man entered the room. In his hand was the glint of a knife, and the only sound that pierced the night was the couple's screams.
The killer smiled sadistically and walked to the door, and was about to leave when he heard footsteps. He slowly pushed himself against the opened door, standing almost invisible in the shadows.
Seconds later, a small figure walked into the room, his large, dark eyes wide. He was clutching a small bear, and he looked to be about 10, at the most. He stopped dead in the door frame, wobbling slightly as he saw the two mutilated bodies that had once been his parents lying on the floor.
Blood seeped into the carpet, staining it and leaving trails down their clothes, like the tears that stained the boys cheeks now as he fell to his knees next to his parents. His hand brushed against his mother's cheek, blood running down from the twisted flesh onto his hand. He slowly stood up, seeing a faint movement across the room. His lip trembling, he turned and ran into the kitchen, his hand fumbling clumsily into a drawer until his fingers closed on the hilt of a knife. He stared at the blade for a minute, then ran back into the living room.
The boy was now standing in the living room in front of his parents, the knife shoved up his sleeve and unseen. The killer smirked and stepped out of the darkness, seeing it was only a child, pulling out his own knife and walking rapidly over to him. The boy stood there, making no move to run, and just as the killer raised the knife over him, he pulled out the knife from his sleeve and shoved it straight into the man's trachea. He made a small gurgling sound, falling to his knees and dropping his knife. Blood ran down his shirt, the choking noise continuing.
The boy's face contorted in pure rage and pain and he shoved the knife in harder, completely severing the head from the neck. The head rolled onto the ground with a soft thud, as the boy stood up and wiped the blood off the blade. Johnny smirked at the body through his tears and kicked it in the stomach with a soft thump.
"You ruined my life.one which you didn't deserve." With that, he turned and walked out of the house, into the night that would soon become his refuge.
Anyway, I might do other chapters to this of Johnny growing up.I'm having fun imagining him in High School, with all the jocks and snobs and.*gasps* cheerleaders. If I get ok reviews, I probably will.if I remember. Heheh. Anyway, read on; I'm tired of typing, it's 11:00 PM, and I've gotta finish my homework.
They were a typical family, in a typical house, in a typical neighborhood. But despite all it's normality, this particular family would have a child that would change a lot of people's lives.
Or cut short - whichever.
It had all started that one night.
A woman, looking in her middle years, sat at a table, a pen in her hand as she stared at the crossword puzzle in front of her. Just across the room from her a man who looked slightly older sat in a large chair, reading a newspaper. Suddenly, the man looked up from his paper and gave a sort of secret smile to the woman, who smiled back.
The digital clock by the woman read 11:35.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash and the man jumped up as a masked man entered the room. In his hand was the glint of a knife, and the only sound that pierced the night was the couple's screams.
The killer smiled sadistically and walked to the door, and was about to leave when he heard footsteps. He slowly pushed himself against the opened door, standing almost invisible in the shadows.
Seconds later, a small figure walked into the room, his large, dark eyes wide. He was clutching a small bear, and he looked to be about 10, at the most. He stopped dead in the door frame, wobbling slightly as he saw the two mutilated bodies that had once been his parents lying on the floor.
Blood seeped into the carpet, staining it and leaving trails down their clothes, like the tears that stained the boys cheeks now as he fell to his knees next to his parents. His hand brushed against his mother's cheek, blood running down from the twisted flesh onto his hand. He slowly stood up, seeing a faint movement across the room. His lip trembling, he turned and ran into the kitchen, his hand fumbling clumsily into a drawer until his fingers closed on the hilt of a knife. He stared at the blade for a minute, then ran back into the living room.
The boy was now standing in the living room in front of his parents, the knife shoved up his sleeve and unseen. The killer smirked and stepped out of the darkness, seeing it was only a child, pulling out his own knife and walking rapidly over to him. The boy stood there, making no move to run, and just as the killer raised the knife over him, he pulled out the knife from his sleeve and shoved it straight into the man's trachea. He made a small gurgling sound, falling to his knees and dropping his knife. Blood ran down his shirt, the choking noise continuing.
The boy's face contorted in pure rage and pain and he shoved the knife in harder, completely severing the head from the neck. The head rolled onto the ground with a soft thud, as the boy stood up and wiped the blood off the blade. Johnny smirked at the body through his tears and kicked it in the stomach with a soft thump.
"You ruined my life.one which you didn't deserve." With that, he turned and walked out of the house, into the night that would soon become his refuge.