Why Won't They Just Be Quiet?
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone besides the unnamed characters:)
Johnny leaned against the display case in the convenience store and listened to the shitty pop song that was blaring in the background. He ignored the look he was getting from the clerk and flipped casually through a magazine. 'I probably look like a normal everyday person,' he thought to himself and suppressed the giggle he could feel bubble up in his throat. The clerk was still giving him that damn wide eyed look. He felt his annoyance changing to anger and knew that anger would change to fury. He was grateful when the door jangled, giving him a distraction. At least, he though he was.
"GET YOU HANDS UP. THIS IS A…………." BANG!! Johnny didn't even look up when he shot him. The robber fell down on the floor, blood spattering on the decaying walls and the dirty floor. Johnny remained in that position, with his arm stretched out. 'Like some sort of martyr,' he thought and this time he really did laugh. The clerk hadn't stopped babbling on since Johnny had fired the first shot. He glanced over at the clerk
"Be quiet," he said in a soft voice. The clerk ignored, ranting on and on about how Johnny was a psycho and the cops were going to throw him in jail for this. Johnny felt the fury coming on and rubbed at his forehead. He once again told the clerk, "be quiet." The man kept going on and Johnny felt his fury slip into a blinding rage. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP," he screamed and shot the man right between the eyes. Johnny hopped over the counter and screeched into the dead man's face, "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SHUT UP? I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE TO DO THAT. YOU FORCED ME TO TAKE EXTREME MEASURES!" It was true; he didn't want to kill that man. But all the talking made him so angry. He sat down on the floor and stared at the bloody mess. That reminded him. He needed more blood for the "Thing."