I'm hell, I'm death, I'm…
The first chapter. The long awaited story that has been catching, and been boiling in some of your hearts from the moment you saw the intro. Yes, I know, I don't own Johnny the homicidal maniac, but I do own this story. I think you will all enjoy it. Now, lets begin…
Chapter 1: Almost End
(This story begins towards the end of the series. But, never fear, it will go back to the beginning.)
"You sick fuck! You're disgusting!" Yelled a voice. A voice that came from my victim. I gazed at the man as I turned to him. He starred hard into my now stone cold eyes.
I could feel the blood from the cut in my face from a recent fight, bleed. The warm liquid trickled down my face, telling me that I was still somewhat human, or alive. I knew that this cut was going to leave a scar. A scar to remind me of who gave me it. I looked at the man before me.
The man in front of me was literally nailed to a chair. I looked at what I had done to him. In each foot, he had a nail, nailing him to the floor. When I had gotten him to sit, I had managed to nail 3 into each of his legs. He had 2 nails in each thy. 3 nails held his arms firmly to the armrest. A nail through each shoulder and each wrist told me that he wasn't going to get up. He had blood coming out of him like he had it to spare. I gave a heartless laugh, "How?"
The man gave me a shocked look. Apparently, he hadn't expected the question. He stuttered out to me, "You…you…you killed her! You faggot assed idiot! You killed her!"
I tried to hold back my anger but what was the point? There was noting else, "Fuck you! She deserved it! She and I could have been happy! None of this could of ever happened. But nooo…" I walked over to the table that was in the room we were in and I picked up a hammer. I let the hammer hang a bit from one hand and let my free hand come up.
I shrugged my shoulders, "But she picked you! You both…together!" I slammed the hammer into the wall. I tried to silence the voices that seemed to scream from inside of the wall. I knew who was screaming in that wall, them. All of the other people that lied and screamed to me. They…I looked back at the man in the chair. I came closer to him.
He gave a terrified look at me, "You…your sick. So what if she loved me. At least I wouldn't have killed her…"
I couldn't control myself, the hammer came flying across his face, smashing a good portion of it. He screamed out in pain. I leaned close to his now bloodied face, "But you would have. You would have if you wanted her that bad!" I backed up. I tried looking innocent again, "You see, I wanted to keep her. Forever. And we could have…but she didn't, she couldn't take it! I had to kill her! I had to, don't you see? If I didn't, she would still be with you, and she would still be sad, or have to face this world." I turned from him for a second.
I could tell he was listening, but I also knew he was crying. He made little sniffling noises that made me mad. I turned around, "Be a man. For god's sake, or at least for your god's sake, be a man!" I was mad. This guy could have been praying. But, no. He could be safe now, but no, he just had to go and be with her. The girl I loved.
I stormed over to him. I grabbed his chest shirt and pulled him up to me. I could hear the sound of his skin trying to rip off of the nails. I had forgotten about them. He closed his eyes and grimaced from the pain of being pulled away from the rusty old nails, "Why are you crying?" I hissed at him.
He gave way a second. I thought he was going to be sick, throw up perhaps, but he didn't. I gave him a bit of a shake. He answered me then, "You killed her. She didn't deserve to die. Couldn't you have just killed me, and be done?" He lowered his head.
I let go of him, letting his body fall back onto the rusty old nails. "Why do you care?" I asked.
He lifted his head, "Because I loved her!"
With that, I arched back my arm and let the sharp part of the hammer I had picked up again fly to his head. The hammer dove into the man's head. It stuck out, but not that far.
I looked at him. He blinked a second, then after realizing what just happened, he gave a wild scream. I could imagine his pain. The way the skin broke with such ease, and the way the crimson blood red oozed from him. It dripped down his face like tears. I then jammed 3 long 9-inch nails through this throat.
The man slowly stopped struggling, he slowly stopped breathing. I walked away. Hands behind my back, eyes closed, down cast.
I gave a small sigh, "No, I loved her more." I withdrew from the room. I allowed the oh-so familiar darkness swallow me and then be gone, like the human's life when they take their last breath and then, Die.
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-TheLustofkilling
Tears shattered to a crimson tear.
No need to cry cause I am here.
Bronze of nectar, oh so sweet,
Come and rest on your deserving cheek.
You need my love, yet you deny,
What more can I do? Then to make you cry.