[Previously]

'Just proves it. This is what I'm meant to do then.' And you walked off, placing your gun and dagger back in their places; placing your jacket on afterwards.

[Start]

You walked to your house, looking at it's built. A plain white house with black shutters. It looked very plain, as you liked it. You sat on your steps, watching people pass by. You looked at your sidewalk, thinking about how cold it looked. You reached out, feeling it; yep, it was cold. As it always was. You peered at your watch, 3:00 AM. You looked up, closing your eyes. 'Please, let me find someone...who understands me...' You opened your eyes, standing up, reaching for the door knob. You entered, Maddie running to your feet, wanting attention. "Hey, Maddie. At least you're there for me." You picked her up, sitting on the couch, flicking on the TV.

"Just in, yet another vicious murder, this time of a man found in an alley way, various shots fired at his entire body. Along with this man, two other bodies were found at the site, both with various shot wounds and a few blade wounds. The killer is still at large. Extra caution is needed when traveling at night. Now, on with the top stories of the wee-" You shut the TV off, tossing the controller to the side. Maddie ran from your arms, prancing towards her food bowel. 'These people, trying to protect those that don't deserve their kindness. It only makes my job harder. No matter, they can't hide forever, now can they?' You thought glancing out the window. You noticed a pair of headlights on the top of a high hill, that over-looked the city. 'Hm, either someone's leaving or someone's arriving. As long as they don't harm people, they're okay in my book.'

[??? POV]

You sat on your car, your book in your hand, writing something you never thought you'd write. You looked down, seeing the darkened city below; your 'home', if that's what you could call it. All you saw were present and future pricks; the people that make other's lives miserable. You continued to write:

Dear Die-ary,

I can't believe I'm back home, after being gone for along time. My reason for returning is unclear. I don't know what I wish to find here. Perhaps this is what 'home sick' feels like. I'm not sure. I feel as if something is missing. Killing those who harm me didn't relieve that feeling, as I thought it would. Whatever it is, I wish it to leave. Maybe then my pain would cease.

You turned your head up, confused a little. You'd been through hell here, why did you want to come back? You knew what you wished for secretly, but you convinced yourself that you'd never find it. 'I'm back...damn something must be wrong with me for it to come to this...'

You walked down the street, seeing the same faces, only a little older than before. Your old house was empty, as you expected. You visited Squee, who seemed to still be afraid of you. Could you really blame him? As you walked, you heard about the recent murders happening, which came of no surprise. The thorns of society would always exist; always causing harm to others. Those that did see your views never did anything to change anything. You walked by a familiar place. At least they still had brain freezies here. There was something that'd give you a second of joy.

You still felt that feeling, even after having a cherry brain freezie, cheese nubs, and watching your old late-night cartoons. (I believe he watches those...right?) Perhaps it's time to go back to your old ways after all. It always helped, if for mere moments. 'I guess, I'll go out for a 'walk' then.'

[Your POV]

You went for a walk, after getting a few hours of sleep. It was around 6 AM. The street was almost bare. You had your gun and dagger on you, just in case. You walked by the house 777, seeing a dim light inside it lit up. 'Someone finally moved in it, eh?' You walked by Squee's house, who was sitting on the porch, clutching Shmee, his teddy bear. He was 10 years old, and yet, he seemed like he never changed much. His parents were horrible; his father seemed to hate him, while his mother was constantly doped up, hardly recognizing him. He seemed afraid of everything, having to learn how to be brave on his own, which wasn't easy. You walked up to him, speaking to him, "Hey, what're you doing out here?" He looked at you, fear evident in his eyes, but he answered, "Shmee heard things inside, I feared it was 'him' back." You looked at him confused, "Him? Him who? Come on, Squee, it's really late. You should be sleeping."

You took him to his room, seeing his window broken, which you figured was a theif. 'Great, now breaking into kids' rooms.' This was getting ridicules. "Squee, stay here, all right?" He was trying to say something, but you shook your head, pulling out your gun slowly. You signaled him to stay quiet. He did, but looked scared with your actions, although you'd save him from all kinds of criminals before. You shrugged off the thoughts of his emotions and concentrated on the thief. He was in the bathroom, throwing things on the floor. 'Wait is he going to steal bandages?' You thought, laughing to yourself. You slowly opened the door, careful to not make a sound. You seen a guy with messy black hair, a long black shirt with striped sleeves, black pants, and buckled boots that stopped around his knees. He seemed to be looking for something, not even noticing you were there. You were very confused, hearing him mumble some unknown words; a few you were able to make out, able to form a single sentence, "Where the fuck did they put it this time? I leave for a short time and everything changes, damn it!"

You looked at Squee, who was holding Shmee, peering around the edge of the door, as if he couldn't believe the guy was there. You pulled him from the door, wanting ask him about the man; perhaps Squee knew him. You accidently made something fall off a nearby shelf, which made a alight 'thump', which cause the guy to start talking out loud, still searching the cupboard, "Squee? Where is the damn bactine? Everything has moved since last-" He turned around, expecting to see little Squee, which he did, but he seen you as well, surprised by your form. "Oh, hello there. And who might you be?" You didn't think about your answer, you just started speaking, "You break in, tear apart the bathroom looking for whatever, and all you can say is 'Hi'?....Not to be rude, but, what the HELL are you doing here?" He looked offended, and even had a slight glare in his eyes, but he answered, "I was looking for the bactine. Some of this blood happens to be mine. And who are you? I don't believe I've seen you here before." You crossed your arms, exposing your hidden gun, which caught his eyes, making him glare at you. "I'm a neighbor of Squ...uh...Todd. And you? I've only been here for a few years, but I've never seen you before."

He continued to look, speaking, "Ah, there it is." And he poured some of the liquid on himself; obviously cleaning his various cuts. "Fine..don't answer me..." And you bent down to Squee, "Well, he's obviously no threat, so, go back to bed." The guy looked at you, "You take care of him?" You looked at him, "Not take care...more of look after. His parents won't...so I do. This kid would be dead if it weren't for me." He ended speaking again, "Neighbor, uh?" He walked to the windowsill, grabbing on it with one hand, then looked at Squee, "Why'd you lock the window, Squee? I thought I told you not to." Squee was silent, only getting more scared, which caused you to react, "Alright, whoever you are. You got what you wanted, so, why don't you just leave?" He gave you a sight smirk, in a sadistic way, speaking again, "Leave? I don't think so. Don't you see?" He got closer, his smirk becoming more sadistic, if it were possible, "We're neighbors as well."

Neighbors? The only house next to you was the 777 one. You continued to stare at him, then he spoke again, "Where are my manners? My name is Johnny, but you can call me 'Nny' for short." You looked at him, "Why should I trust you enough to give you my name?" He looked at you, "It's only kind." He had a point, so you spoke, "My name is Carmen." He smirked again, before leaving, but went back to Squee, "Thanks for the disinfectant." You watched him run back to him house; why he ran, you didn't know. 'Wow...he's a strange one...maybe be a little...insane..' You told Squee to go back to bed, then you left.

[Johnny's POV]

The girl intrigued you. She seemed ready to shoot if you seemed a threat to Squee. She seemed to be okay, but you didn't how she really was. You shook off the thought, turning back to your tied up victim, holding a saw in one hand. "Why am I here? Answer me, faggot!!" Wouldn't these assholes ever learn? You could see why that girl didn't like people like them; as you didn't either. All this one kept doing was ranting, cussing you out constantly. You held your blade up, very close to his throat, all he did was smirk, "You think that can scare me? Ha! You don't have the guts to do it! All talk and no bite." Really? Was he in for a surprise. You didn't like to kill before, not unless the people really deserved it; or for that cursed wall of yours. But you were colder now than back then. Their screams didn't affect you as bad; but there was that tiny sting of guilt inside. "You're just like that girl....whatever her name is! All she ever talked about was 'getting rid of trash'; whatever that fucking meant. But all she ever did was creep everyone out!"

His constant rambling was getting on your nerves now. You'd fix that real soon. You walked over, getting a needle and thread, looping the thread through the needle. You brought it over, holding it up, causing the guy to get wide eyed, "Wh-what are you going to with that? Huh?" Oh, he knew. He knew very well by now that you were serious. In no time, his mouth was sewn shut, but he was moving; the pain he was experiencing when causing him to fear his life now. "There, now...where were we?" You looked at the saw you had in your hand moments ago, deciding if you wanted to use it still; or pick a different 'toy'. 'Oh, these decisions, the ones I hate the most. Oh! I know.'

[Afterwards]

You sat in your bathroom, cleaning off the various saws and knives you'd use moments ago. You didn't seem that different from before the various people; some still tied in your various basements, still hooked up to various torture machines. The only thing that was different from before you left was your emotions were almost gone; a few sadly remained. You looked out your boarded up window, staring at Squee's place, the lights were all out. You looked pass his house, to hers. Her lights were still on; all of them actually. It had to have been pass 2 AM and she was still up? Another thing caught your attention about her. She seemed cold herself, to a certain extent. She cared for Squee, but that seemed all she cared for. You couldn't help but wonder, why? Perhaps she had her own story that noone knew about. That didn't matter now though. You vowed to leave all emotions behind, not surrendering yourself to any of your own desires and/or feelings. But still, a small part of you was still curious.

[END]

Well, did you like it? Yes? No? Well, I hope it wasn't too bad. I know, it's hard to get Johnny in character. If you have any tips for Johnny's character,please, give them to me. (AKA: Message me!!)