Disclaimer: Nny and the JtHM comics belong to Jhonen Vasquez. Any other characters are mine.
AN: Okedoo. This is my first JtHM fic. I've never done a story with violence in it before, so please excuse me if this sucks. Anyway, I sorta had a bad experience with someone a little bit ago, so I decided to take my anger out in a fic. If you are that person, or you at least suspect you are, I'm sorry if this offends you. The characters Robby and Jason (possibly Cody and Anthony if I'm able to pull them in somewhere) are based on my friends, and obviously the character Dalva is supposed to be me. I think that's all you need to know.
~Respect~
Chapter one:
Johnny woke up. "Ugh. Horrible wholesome sunshine," he muttered as he rolled over to look at the clock. 2 PM. Such an atrocious time to be up. Nonetheless, he threw on yesterday's clothes and went outside to find a new victim. He wasn't quite sure if he was reluctant to do so or not, but the wall was throbbing, which was a bad sign.
So now Johnny was walking down 12th street. It would be a full moon that night, [AN: Yay for references to MJY/STP songs!] and he was sure the other passers-by were wondering if that was why he was out. He could see it in their stares. Luckily no one bothered talking to him. Thus, he decided it wasn't even worth it to kill them.
Walking into the local cafe, Johnny already knew something was gonna happen. He observed a group of three people giving a collective evil eye to another group of four. Every now and then, the group of four would glance over at the others and roll their eyes at them. 'This should be good,' Johnny thought. He walked over to the three, trying to look as sane as possible.
"Hey." They looked up. One girl, one male beanpole, and one other guy who was less than a beanpole. Johnny continued. "Yeah, uh, I couldn't help noticing you've been giving these other people The Stink Eye since I walked in. Care to fill me in?"
The beanpole scoffed, then spoke. "Yeah, we'd gone over to Jason's for a while..." he gestured at the other guy. "And, being a bit hyper, we decided to come here to get some coffee and become even more hyper. Besides, Dalva here is really boring unless she gets some caffeine in her system." The girl, who Johnny assumed was Dalva, smiled, nodded, and said, "The boy speaks the truth."
Mr. Beanpole continued. "So anyway, we came in here. Sure, we were being annoying, but at least we were minding our own business. After awhile, those idiots..." More gesturing, this time in the direction of the four "opponents". More eye rolling on their behalf. Beanpole: "They came over and basically told us, yet it was implied, that we were being annoying and immature, that they were better than us, and that we needed to shut up. Nice, huh?"
Johnny clenched his teeth. "They didn't give you crap for being skinny, did they?"
"Nah. The thing is, even though they're idiots, they're 'intelligent bullies,' if you know what I mean. You see the brunette on the end?" Johnny nodded. "She's pretty much the leader. We're pretty sure her name is Lisa."
"Okeedokee. And your name is...?" Johnny asked.
"Robby."
Johnny paused with a thoughtful look on his face. "Are you feelings particularly vengeful at the moment?"
"Extremely," said Robby, Jason and Dalva in unison.
"Goodie!" Johnny exclaimed. "Then you may want to join forces with me. Plus, I needed a new victim anyway. Four is even better."
Dalva grinned eviiily. Robby was back giving Lisa and company The Stink Eye. Jason raised an eyebrow. "Elaborate," he said suspiciously.
Johnny gave a fake innocent smile. "How shall I put this? Well, to take extra time out of their day to express their annoyance of you, they must be pretty sad, tortured people. My tactic is to end their pain. Catch my drift?"
Jason grinned slowly. "Sounds good to me." Dalva and Robby looked at each other. "We're in," Dalva said. "Although I'll hate myself for it. Maybe I'll just sit back and watch."
"Whatever toots your flute," Johnny shrugged. "Just as long as the job gets done. That wall is getting scarier by the minute."
Jason and Dalva looked confoosed. In fact, Robby had turned away from Lisa to show Johnny his confoosed face.
"Er, nevermind. You'll most likely learn soon enough. Anyway, you three stay occupied, and make sure those four don't leave. I'll run home and get the necessary equipment." Johnny ran out the door of the cafe, laughing what sounded like something between giddiness and a maniacal giggle.
AN: Okedoo. This is my first JtHM fic. I've never done a story with violence in it before, so please excuse me if this sucks. Anyway, I sorta had a bad experience with someone a little bit ago, so I decided to take my anger out in a fic. If you are that person, or you at least suspect you are, I'm sorry if this offends you. The characters Robby and Jason (possibly Cody and Anthony if I'm able to pull them in somewhere) are based on my friends, and obviously the character Dalva is supposed to be me. I think that's all you need to know.
~Respect~
Chapter one:
Johnny woke up. "Ugh. Horrible wholesome sunshine," he muttered as he rolled over to look at the clock. 2 PM. Such an atrocious time to be up. Nonetheless, he threw on yesterday's clothes and went outside to find a new victim. He wasn't quite sure if he was reluctant to do so or not, but the wall was throbbing, which was a bad sign.
So now Johnny was walking down 12th street. It would be a full moon that night, [AN: Yay for references to MJY/STP songs!] and he was sure the other passers-by were wondering if that was why he was out. He could see it in their stares. Luckily no one bothered talking to him. Thus, he decided it wasn't even worth it to kill them.
Walking into the local cafe, Johnny already knew something was gonna happen. He observed a group of three people giving a collective evil eye to another group of four. Every now and then, the group of four would glance over at the others and roll their eyes at them. 'This should be good,' Johnny thought. He walked over to the three, trying to look as sane as possible.
"Hey." They looked up. One girl, one male beanpole, and one other guy who was less than a beanpole. Johnny continued. "Yeah, uh, I couldn't help noticing you've been giving these other people The Stink Eye since I walked in. Care to fill me in?"
The beanpole scoffed, then spoke. "Yeah, we'd gone over to Jason's for a while..." he gestured at the other guy. "And, being a bit hyper, we decided to come here to get some coffee and become even more hyper. Besides, Dalva here is really boring unless she gets some caffeine in her system." The girl, who Johnny assumed was Dalva, smiled, nodded, and said, "The boy speaks the truth."
Mr. Beanpole continued. "So anyway, we came in here. Sure, we were being annoying, but at least we were minding our own business. After awhile, those idiots..." More gesturing, this time in the direction of the four "opponents". More eye rolling on their behalf. Beanpole: "They came over and basically told us, yet it was implied, that we were being annoying and immature, that they were better than us, and that we needed to shut up. Nice, huh?"
Johnny clenched his teeth. "They didn't give you crap for being skinny, did they?"
"Nah. The thing is, even though they're idiots, they're 'intelligent bullies,' if you know what I mean. You see the brunette on the end?" Johnny nodded. "She's pretty much the leader. We're pretty sure her name is Lisa."
"Okeedokee. And your name is...?" Johnny asked.
"Robby."
Johnny paused with a thoughtful look on his face. "Are you feelings particularly vengeful at the moment?"
"Extremely," said Robby, Jason and Dalva in unison.
"Goodie!" Johnny exclaimed. "Then you may want to join forces with me. Plus, I needed a new victim anyway. Four is even better."
Dalva grinned eviiily. Robby was back giving Lisa and company The Stink Eye. Jason raised an eyebrow. "Elaborate," he said suspiciously.
Johnny gave a fake innocent smile. "How shall I put this? Well, to take extra time out of their day to express their annoyance of you, they must be pretty sad, tortured people. My tactic is to end their pain. Catch my drift?"
Jason grinned slowly. "Sounds good to me." Dalva and Robby looked at each other. "We're in," Dalva said. "Although I'll hate myself for it. Maybe I'll just sit back and watch."
"Whatever toots your flute," Johnny shrugged. "Just as long as the job gets done. That wall is getting scarier by the minute."
Jason and Dalva looked confoosed. In fact, Robby had turned away from Lisa to show Johnny his confoosed face.
"Er, nevermind. You'll most likely learn soon enough. Anyway, you three stay occupied, and make sure those four don't leave. I'll run home and get the necessary equipment." Johnny ran out the door of the cafe, laughing what sounded like something between giddiness and a maniacal giggle.