Johnny The Homicidal Maniac
"Johnny…..?" a soft female voice called to the sleeping man from deep within the twisted ruins of his own troubled mind. "Johnny…" it called again. It sounded gentle and warm, but most of all safe. Johnny squinted in his sleep and sighed. "Johnny, wake up," the voice said sternly, but gently at the same time. Johnny obeyed by opening his eyes. He blinked twice, then sat up. "Johnny, over here in the kitchen," it called. Hesitantly, Johnny waked through the threshold of the kitchen.
"Who are you?" Johnny asked the voice.
"Come over here and I'll tell you," sighing again, Johnny submissively followed. "On the stove," it called. Johnny walked over to the stove to find a plastic pig egg timber staring up at him with blank, black eyes.
"God fucking dammit!" Johnny yelled in frustration, "I just got over hearing evil voices when the Doughboys died. Let me guess, you want me to kill myself?" Johnny asked sarcastically.
"No, no, no. I am nothing like those two. Associate me with Nailbunny, if you must with anything," the pig told him. "Look, there is no time to spare, Johnny, the monster is back, and with it comes many more voices like the Doughboys. Ignore them, Johnny, IGNORE THEM!" the pig shouted.
"Impossible, the monster's gone," Johnny protested.
"You didn't kill it, Johnny, it killed you," the pig stated.
"How do I know your not the Wall, huh?" Johnny inquired.
"If I were the Wall, why would I tell you this?" the timer reasoned. Johnny scratched his head.
"So I guess I have to go back to my never - ending killing spree? I have to AGAIN become a slave to that THING?!" Johnny's voice began to rise.
"Johnny, listen to me. You just have to keep it trapped until we figure out how to kill it," its blank eyes pleaded with Johnny.
"This is seriously fucked," Johnny said, throwing on a black trench coat and walking out the door. He walked through town passing by quite a few gawking strangers, but paying no attention. As he walked along he picked up his head and happened to make eye contact with a passing man. The guy was a few years younger than Johnny, but much more taller and muscular, as most high school guys were with Johnny. He had on a Steelers hat and a matching Bettis jersey and blue shorts. When he saw Johnny, he grimaced in disgust.
"I don't go that way, faggot, stop looking at me," he said, backing away from Johnny like he had the plague and was vomiting in a projectile stream right at him. Johnny, though, merely narrowed his eyes, knowing the sweet taste of revenge would again wash over him very soon.
He rounded a corner and stepped up to the 24-7. He opened the door, headed straight for the large fridge in the back, and got a cherry Fiz Wiz. As he stood in line, he noticed a girl he had never seen before sitting at a small table and looking at him. She had short red hair that flipped out on the ends. Her skin was ghastly white, and the fact that she was wearing an all black fitted tee shirt with the words "Life Sucks" written in white on it made her skin even paler. He tilted his head quizzically at her. She sipped her Cherry Doom Brain Freezy and jerked her head. Johnny looked and saw he was next in line. Johnny bought the drink and walked over to the table where the mystery girl sat.
"Hi," he said timidly.
"Nice hair," she said with a hint of sarcasm showing in her voice. Rage sparked inside of Johnny. "It's original and it looks cute on you," she continued, her sarcasm fading a little along with Johnny's anger. She smiled, "I'm Brandi," she stuck out her hand.
"I'm Johnny, but you can call me Nny," Johnny introduced himself. Her hand, he noticed as he shook it, was ice cold.
"Have a seat," Brandi invited, and Johnny did just that.
"I haven't seen you around here," Johnny tried to make conversation.
"I don't get out much," Brandi explained. Her hand disappeared under the table, and Johnny cleared his throat. A second later, he felt something pressing against his crotch. He looked down and saw the tip of a dagger in his lap. "Do I make you nervous, Nny?" Brandi asked. Johnny stared her in the eyes. "Not at all," she gave him an odd look, but put the dagger back in her purse.
"So, Nny, what do you do for a living?" she asked him.
"I work from home," was all he answered. She cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, Johnny, as much as I'd love to continue this conversation, I must be on my way," Brandi said.
"Maybe we could do something tonight," Nny suggested as she was walking away. Brandi stopped for a moment, and walked back curiously.
"You want to go out with me?" Brandi asked him. He looked up at her and nodded
"I take it you don't want to have anything to do with me," Johnny said, anger rising in his stomach. He reached behind him in his trench coat and felt the handle of his knife.
"No, I do, really, its just odd that you'd want to go with me?" Brandi explained.
"You wanna go to the fucking movies to me or not?" Johnny asked her, his voice loud enough to make a few people turn and look at him. Brandi didn't flinch, she just smiled at him.
"Sure, here's my number," Brandi reached in her bag and took out a pen. Roughly, she grabbed Johnny's arm, making sure her nails dug into his skin. She wrote her number on it, and wrote "Brandi" underneath the digits. Before he could take his arm back, she dug her nail into his skin deep enough to draw blood. She threw his arm back at him. "Call me tonight, Nny," she said and walked out the door. Johnny looked at his arm, and saw a tiny droplet of his own blood dotting the "I" in her name.
"Johnny…..?" a soft female voice called to the sleeping man from deep within the twisted ruins of his own troubled mind. "Johnny…" it called again. It sounded gentle and warm, but most of all safe. Johnny squinted in his sleep and sighed. "Johnny, wake up," the voice said sternly, but gently at the same time. Johnny obeyed by opening his eyes. He blinked twice, then sat up. "Johnny, over here in the kitchen," it called. Hesitantly, Johnny waked through the threshold of the kitchen.
"Who are you?" Johnny asked the voice.
"Come over here and I'll tell you," sighing again, Johnny submissively followed. "On the stove," it called. Johnny walked over to the stove to find a plastic pig egg timber staring up at him with blank, black eyes.
"God fucking dammit!" Johnny yelled in frustration, "I just got over hearing evil voices when the Doughboys died. Let me guess, you want me to kill myself?" Johnny asked sarcastically.
"No, no, no. I am nothing like those two. Associate me with Nailbunny, if you must with anything," the pig told him. "Look, there is no time to spare, Johnny, the monster is back, and with it comes many more voices like the Doughboys. Ignore them, Johnny, IGNORE THEM!" the pig shouted.
"Impossible, the monster's gone," Johnny protested.
"You didn't kill it, Johnny, it killed you," the pig stated.
"How do I know your not the Wall, huh?" Johnny inquired.
"If I were the Wall, why would I tell you this?" the timer reasoned. Johnny scratched his head.
"So I guess I have to go back to my never - ending killing spree? I have to AGAIN become a slave to that THING?!" Johnny's voice began to rise.
"Johnny, listen to me. You just have to keep it trapped until we figure out how to kill it," its blank eyes pleaded with Johnny.
"This is seriously fucked," Johnny said, throwing on a black trench coat and walking out the door. He walked through town passing by quite a few gawking strangers, but paying no attention. As he walked along he picked up his head and happened to make eye contact with a passing man. The guy was a few years younger than Johnny, but much more taller and muscular, as most high school guys were with Johnny. He had on a Steelers hat and a matching Bettis jersey and blue shorts. When he saw Johnny, he grimaced in disgust.
"I don't go that way, faggot, stop looking at me," he said, backing away from Johnny like he had the plague and was vomiting in a projectile stream right at him. Johnny, though, merely narrowed his eyes, knowing the sweet taste of revenge would again wash over him very soon.
He rounded a corner and stepped up to the 24-7. He opened the door, headed straight for the large fridge in the back, and got a cherry Fiz Wiz. As he stood in line, he noticed a girl he had never seen before sitting at a small table and looking at him. She had short red hair that flipped out on the ends. Her skin was ghastly white, and the fact that she was wearing an all black fitted tee shirt with the words "Life Sucks" written in white on it made her skin even paler. He tilted his head quizzically at her. She sipped her Cherry Doom Brain Freezy and jerked her head. Johnny looked and saw he was next in line. Johnny bought the drink and walked over to the table where the mystery girl sat.
"Hi," he said timidly.
"Nice hair," she said with a hint of sarcasm showing in her voice. Rage sparked inside of Johnny. "It's original and it looks cute on you," she continued, her sarcasm fading a little along with Johnny's anger. She smiled, "I'm Brandi," she stuck out her hand.
"I'm Johnny, but you can call me Nny," Johnny introduced himself. Her hand, he noticed as he shook it, was ice cold.
"Have a seat," Brandi invited, and Johnny did just that.
"I haven't seen you around here," Johnny tried to make conversation.
"I don't get out much," Brandi explained. Her hand disappeared under the table, and Johnny cleared his throat. A second later, he felt something pressing against his crotch. He looked down and saw the tip of a dagger in his lap. "Do I make you nervous, Nny?" Brandi asked. Johnny stared her in the eyes. "Not at all," she gave him an odd look, but put the dagger back in her purse.
"So, Nny, what do you do for a living?" she asked him.
"I work from home," was all he answered. She cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, Johnny, as much as I'd love to continue this conversation, I must be on my way," Brandi said.
"Maybe we could do something tonight," Nny suggested as she was walking away. Brandi stopped for a moment, and walked back curiously.
"You want to go out with me?" Brandi asked him. He looked up at her and nodded
"I take it you don't want to have anything to do with me," Johnny said, anger rising in his stomach. He reached behind him in his trench coat and felt the handle of his knife.
"No, I do, really, its just odd that you'd want to go with me?" Brandi explained.
"You wanna go to the fucking movies to me or not?" Johnny asked her, his voice loud enough to make a few people turn and look at him. Brandi didn't flinch, she just smiled at him.
"Sure, here's my number," Brandi reached in her bag and took out a pen. Roughly, she grabbed Johnny's arm, making sure her nails dug into his skin. She wrote her number on it, and wrote "Brandi" underneath the digits. Before he could take his arm back, she dug her nail into his skin deep enough to draw blood. She threw his arm back at him. "Call me tonight, Nny," she said and walked out the door. Johnny looked at his arm, and saw a tiny droplet of his own blood dotting the "I" in her name.