Hey! I haven't been updating any of my stories I know, but I have the biggest freakin writers block problem, Aaaaaargh! Anyways, I was doing random stuff when I was hit with the idea for this story and this is my first try at creating a little horror fic, so yeah. -Enjoy!
Disclaimer- Listen. I. Do. Not. Own. The. Outsider. Sorry.
Johnathon Cade is his name. He's known around town as the weak, scared little puppy. But in reality he's about the opposite.
"Damn it! What the hell!" Shouted the small tan boy from the ground. A bigger teenager was sitting on his chest making it near impossible for him to get up. Near. The boy on top looked down at him and cackled.
"Hello Johnathon." He sneered.
"Get the hell off of me, Blain." Johnny was trying to keep his temper under control.
Blain lowered his head and his face was about an inch away from Johnny's.
"Make me, Grease." Johnny glared at him and wriggled his left arm, almost as if he was trying to get loose, of course Blain didn't budge, instead he laughed.
"Wow! you really are a weaklin' Cade," He said with a smile.
"Now." He paused as he pulled something out of his pocket. When he got a good grip of it in his hand he flicked it open.
"What kinda hair cut do you want." Johnny looked at the blade and his eyes widened.
"C-come on Blain, d-don't." He pleaded, moving around a little.
"Sshhh, if you move too much my hand might... slip." After he finished saying that he cut Johnny, all the way from his temple to his cheek.
"Aww, FUCK!" With that Johnny shot up and off the ground, leaving a shocked Blain to fall back on his ass.
"H-how did you d-do that? I-I had you p-p-pin-" Before he could finish Johnny kicked him in the head, sending him flat on his back and out cold.
Johnny was pacing back and forth when Blain regained consciousness. He had dragged him all the way from the park to the lot, suprisingly he wasn't noticed by anyone at all. Since the streets were empty.
"W-where are we?" Asked a dazed Blain. Johnny looked down at him and the look on his face was one of pure innocence, eyebrows arched high, eyes wide open, cute little smile and pink cheeks due to the cold breeze.
"Oh, your up!" Said Johnny his voice sounded child like and full of excitement. He quickly sat down next to Blain on the ground. It was then when Blain finally noticed his arms were tied behind his back.
"What the hell is this!" He shouted. Johnny leaned back and rested his arms behind his head.
"Obviously it's a rope, damn you sure are dumb!" He said with a giggle. By now Blain was frantically trying to get free.
Johnny stood up and grabbed hBlain's shirt then crouched to look him in the eyes.
"Blain I thought you were just foolin', I didn't know you would cut me.." Said Johnny pointing to the gash on his face.
"I thought we could be buddies." He sighed, "Oh well, nothin' else can be done." As he said that he let go of Blain and stood up. Then he whipped out his blade and toyed with it.
"Where to begin?" He asked himself, pacing back and forth again as he tapped the tip of the blade on his tooth.
"oooh! I got it!" He licked the side of the blade before walking up to Blain, saying 'nighty night' and stabbing him in the throat. Eventually Johnny decided that Blain was taking too long drowning in his own blood so he took the opportunity to play with him a bit. Cutting open his arms and legs, and eventually his stomach. By then Blain was long dead. Johnny looked down at his blood covered hands and cleaned his blade before dropping it back in his pocket.
Then he lied down next to Blain's body and looked up at the gray clouds. He was soon bored and started playing with his new cut, adding smaller ones to it's sides, he thought it looked like stitches and giggled. 'Now what?'.
*Soon enough Johnny had gotten rid of Blain's body and walked off into Soc territory, like he did everyday. After he had been there for about half an hour, he found some dumb drunk Soc's who thought they could jump him. He let them have their fun and once it actually started stinging a little he beat the tar out of all 3 boys. Then he walked back to the lot, dropping his jacket not far from the place he decided he would nap.
Later the gang found him and he made up an excuse for why he looked the way he did, pushing all the blame on a boy named Bob Sheldon, in reality he thought he had made up the name, but when he found out Bob Sheldon was a real guy he could care less.
The End* Imma add more chapters to this, I like the idea of a wanky Johnny. Reviews please! No flames.
