"You can't hide from me, boy! I'll find you and when I do, it won't be pretty!" Johnny shouted from the hallway.
Teenager Tim McGee ran into the main bedroom and closed the door with a slam. Johnny smiled and stalked towards it with gun in hand.
Tim locked the door and looked around frantically for something, anything, to protect himself. He was frightened out of his mind but he had to remain calm. That was one lesson the Navy taught his father and his father had passed it onto him. He tried, he really did.
That is, until the bedroom door was kicked open. Johnny stood grinning and Tim made a dash towards the window. Johnny saw this and jumped for him. Tim was knocked down and the air rushed from his lungs painfully. His arms were pulled behind his back and he felt something thin pulled tight around them. Tim then begins to cry.
"P-please don't hurt me." He sobbed.
Johnny smiled and stood. He placed the gun in his the waist of his jeans and grabbed hold of Tim's ankles. He dragged the teenager to the stairs and pulled him down. The boy grunted and sobbed as his face hit every stair. Then he was dragged to the kitchen and pucked up and shoved into a chair.
"L-let me go." Tim sobbed looking at Johnny.
"Can't do that, champ. Can't have a witness. But, I can make this interesting for the both of us…or just me. I have all night." He said smiling cruelly.
Tim did not like the sound of that.
Johnny looked through a bunch of different drawers before pulling out a big knife that made Tim's eyes widen in fear. Johnny played with the edge of the blade then the tip smiling as a small knick and blood appeared on the finger he caressed it with.
"Sharp. I do so love it when people take care of their knives."
The young teenager gulped fearfully and looked at the doorway and the door leading to his freedom.
"Don't think of running, kid. Won't end pretty." Johnny said.
"B-but you're going to…to kill me a-anyway." Tim stuttered letting his panic take over.
Johnny turned and walked over to him. He placed the knife tip to Tim's Adam's apple and the young man swallowed hard and whimpered. He closed his eyes tightly not wanting to see the look on his would be murderer's face.
"Shh, it'll all be over soon enough." Johnny whispered in his ear. His hot breath made Tim shiver and he whimpered again. A dark chuckle made him cringe away and open his eyes slightly.
Johnny was right in his face and the knife was brought up to eye level. The tip was dangerously close to his left eye. Then it slowly went back down his throat and to his chest where it was poked hard into the fabric of his shirt then it went lower to his abdomen and hovered.
"Oh, where should I place the first wound?" Johnny asked cheerfully. Then he froze and grabbed a dish cloth and shoved it into Tim's mouth nearly gagging him. "Can't have you screaming off that pretty head of yours. Don't who might be lurking outside in the dark, do we?"
The knife went even lower and was gently touching his private area. Tim tried to scoot back but Johnny grabbed his shoulder and held him still.
"Wouldn't want me to slip, do you?" He asked chuckling and continued moving the knife.
Then, it became a sort of game. Johnny wound move the knife to random places and poke it into the skin but not yet bringing blood. It made Tim anxious and tense. He never knew where the knife was going or when Johnny would wound him first.
Finally, he made a long cut on the upper left arm. Tim bit down on the cloth in his mouth but it didn't muffle his whimper of pain. He felt the blood slid down his arm and drip onto the chair and floor.
The second one was more painful than the first. This time he cut down the middle of Tim's shirt and dragged the knife down from his left nipple down to the waist of Tim's jeans leaving a bloody trail in its wake. Poor Tim couldn't help but let the loose the whimpers. They seemed to urge Johnny on.
More shallow cuts were made on his collarbone, neck, and both his arms. They hurt but became a small throb within a minute or two. Now Tim felt achy and nasty as the blood dried and caked onto his skin. From Johnny's point of view, the wounds looked terrible which made him excited and ready for the next step.
Out of his many victims, he never had so much fun as with Tim. Plus, Tim would be his first male victim. He was just so excited!
"You know what the police have been calling me? The Silent Shadow. Well, not officially. I've heard a few mentions the name around a few times in town. It does have a certain ring to it, though. Anyway, time's almost up, boy." Johnny said almost disappointed.
The knife was brought up high and brought down at a fast speed. Tim tried to shout out but the cloth prevented it. He tried to scream as the knife descended and his death brought with it.
Suddenly, the door was kicked in and cops flooded in and all guns were trained on Johnny.
"Drop the knife and move away from the kid!" One shouted.
Johnny let the knife fall to the floor and two cops were on him in an instant. The cop that had shouted came over to Tim and took the dish cloth from his mouth. Tim let out a sob of relief.
"Son, can you tell me your name?" He asked. His name plate said Sax.
"T-Tim McGee."
"Alright, Tim. Paramedics are going to come get you. After you get checked over, I need you to come and give me you statement and tell me what happened here, alright?" Officer Sax said. Tim nodded. His bindings were freed and the officer helped Tim to the ambulance.