A familiar figure walked triumphantly to the doorway and leaned against the door frame. He threw a rock up in the air and caught it in his hand, he repeat this action over and over before Oliver finally had the courage to speak.

"Johnny, what're doing here! Why'd you do it!? Why'd you kill them!?" Fear was evident in his voice.
"I was bored, not to mention I'M TOTALLY PISSED OFF!" Johnny glared, making Oliver flinch.
"So why haven't you killed me yet?" Oliver asked as bravely as he could.
"Because? Because Olly! I want you to make me one of your herbal teas, NOW!" Oliver ran as fast as his legs would take him and did as he was told in fear of his own life.

He returned within a minute and gave Johnny the drink, who gulped it down like no tomorrow. He threw the china cup on the ground, smashing it instantly, Oliver flinched at this violent action.

"Meh, not really that calming is it? Obviously you're no use to me are you midget!?" Johnny smirked evilly.
"You must be really angry, the only hope is that Robert can sort out your problems." Oliver whispered.
"Yeah, guess I could pay that old fashioned bastard a visit after I beat the fuck out of those Barthez creeps!" Johnny laughed manically, while Oliver had shivers running down his spine at the older boys cold presence.

Johnny stopped and looked at Oliver and then smirked.

"Bu-Bye shit-face! Say hi to Enrique-poo in hell will ya!?"

Oliver yelped, realising Enrique must've suffered the same fate as Tyson, Daichi, Hilary and Kenny. Johnny just kept smirking as he slammed the rock straight at Oliver's forehead. It indented the boy's skull and blood spewed out as he collapsed on the floor.

So to the next destination, Spain. Another hot sunny afternoon was being spent by the four ex-members of the Barthez Battalion. All seemed peaceful and quiet until the sound of a helicopter cut through the air. The four ignored it as it flew above them.

"Ow!" Miguel hissed.
"What's wrong?" Mathilda asked.
"That rock fell on my shoe."
"How could a rock 'fall on your shoe' Miguel?" Claude asked.
"I dunno it just fell right in front of me!"

A few rocks fell near the group.

"Did you see that?" Mathilda cried.
"Uh-huh! This is too weird!" Miguel said.
"Maybe we should leave before more fall and HIT us!" Aaron suggested.
"Yeah, good idea!" Miguel agreed.

They only walked a few meters before a blinding shower fell upon them and a few panicked moments later, the Battalion fell, defeated. A booming laughter came from above as it proudly flew towards Germany.

Upon the rooftop of his castle, Robert sat with a cup of tea in hand looking west in order to see the soon-to-be sunset. He was in his own world of thoughts, that were soon disrupted by the loud whirring of helicopter blades. He glared to the sky to see the helicopter land.

"What does HE want?" Robert muttered under his breath.

Johnny stepped outside to see that Robert was already there waiting for him.

"And what is troubling you today?" Robert asked.
"Oh, I thought you'd already know smarty-pants! I've had the worst day in hell and I have this fucking cold!"
"Johnny, you have to control your anger." Robert stated.
"How can I? It's impossible! How can I be calm when life is giving me shit!" Johnny snarled.
"Did you drink any soothing tea, you know it makes everything better."
"I went to Oliver for some, but it was useless! I'm so pissed off, I can't calm down!"
"Please don't tell me you took your anger out on him, poor child must be traumatised!"
"He's dead!"
"What!?"
"He's dead! I threw a stone into his forehead and he collapsed to the ground. So he's dead among the others I threw stones at!"
"What a childish thing to do Johnathon!"
"Whatever! You obviously can't help me so I'm going!"
"No! I can't allow you to continue!"
"What, you gonna take me to the police?"
"No, not if you stop now. Stay here and relax, all will be better in the morning. I'll get Gustav to make a bed for you!"
"You sure about that!?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

They went downstairs and Robert made a call to Gustav, meanwhile they had some tea made by Robert.

"I don't see the point in drinking this shit! It's not doing anything!"
"Maybe not, but a drink never hurt anyone."
"I guess!" Johnny took a sip of his tea.

Then Johnny started coughing he had no time to cover his mouth with his hand. He spluttered on the table and stained the cloth.

"B-blood!? Robert, *Cough!* What sort of tea is this!?" Johnny shouted.
"Nothing special really." He stared blankly.

Johnny coughed up more blood, he clinged onto his stomach as it roared in pain.

"You bastard! *Cough, cough!* What'd you do to me!?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play *Cough!* Innocent with me! You fucking *Cough! Cough!* Poisoned me!"
"I think you might be correct for once!"
"Bastard!"

Johnny fell off his chair and curled up into a ball puking up a litre of blood.

"*Cough, cough!* W-why'd you DO this to ME!?"
"Well, I couldn't have a monster like you running free, could I?"
"Y-you're *Cough, cough!* The monster! You! *Cough!* You bastard!"
"Goodbye Johnathon!" Robert said.

Johnny couldn't stop coughing now, he'd lost so much blood now. He closed his eyes as the world when black. The sound of his coughing faded as he lost all the energy within him. His life faded and before he knew it...It ended.

Well, I wasn't going to end it like that originally. I didn't even know how it would've ended. Its my first angst so review please! It'd really be appreciated!