"I'm suicidal. Yes, I must being seeking out death to come here. Any idiot would walk out and be on their merry way, happy to be alive. But no, I'm too fucking curious for my own good." I was thinking to myself as I walked into the 24/7 for the third time in a week. The same dude from that night was manning the cash register again. He must think I'm some weird stalker.

It had been two weeks since Rhonda's horrific night. She wasn't showing sight of Post Traumatic Stress, but she had definitely changed. Instead of going out at night to party, she opted to stay in these days. Drugs, booze, and boys had transformed into studying, watch TV, or trying to goad me into joining her to watch movies. Truthfully, she was driving me bat-shit crazy. I was used to having the dorm to myself, not actually sharing it with another human being. She was ruining the supreme order of things!

In complete contrast to her change of life, I had started going out more to get away from her. Though my trips usually consisted of walking to the 24/7. Pitiful, but at least I was getting out of my dorm room.

I had decided to try and find Johnny again. Seeing as we had meet in this dingy supermarket, I could only logically conclude that he'd come in again, probably for one of his precious slushies.

One might wonder why I was seeking out the person I suspected of murder. That one person would probably think I'm insane. And they might be right.

But for some strange reason, I had the urge to see him again and possibly talk to him. Perhaps ask him what he did after our impromptu meeting. Either way, here I was again, strolling up and down the aisles and finding only me, myself, and I in them.

I sighed in disappointment and turned to walk back out of the store when the bell on the doors rang. And in he walked.

He was dressed the same as that night, except perhaps a different shirt. This one had a strange stick figure on it with a cowlick hanging off it's round head.

He didn't take notice of me and made his way to the back where the slushie machine was. Now I was faced with the dilemma of how to approach him. I couldn't just walk up and ask, 'By chance, did you murder someone in the alley across the street from us?'

No, that wouldn't work, nor was it socially acceptable.

Going over different scenarios in my head, I slowly walked up behind him. He seemed busy deciding what flavor he wanted and I surprised him by stating, "Hey Nny."

Jumping slightly, and with one hand dunking into his pocket, he twirled around to face me.

"WHO THE FUCK- oh, it's you, the rude girl from before." He peered down at me from his tall stature with glaring eyes. I raised an eyebrow at the greeting, but smiled dryly. "Yep it's me."

Confusion and surprise splayed over his face and he didn't respond as he turned back to the machine. It seems this conversation was going down hill quickly.

"So. . . how are you?", I asked hesitantly. His demeanor was the same intimidating one as before, but he seemed very into the decision of picking a Brainfreezy.

He shrugged as he finally chose a flavor and pulled the handle to pour some into a plastic cup. I took notice of his hands, the fingers seemed to curl like claws over the handle, looking very cruel and gnarled. "I've been busy, the scummy people of this earth continuously irritate me."

I nodded, "People tend to be idiotic, I understand how that can be aggravating."

He smirked at me with an interested glint in his eyes. "Oh, so you know of humanity's filth and stupidity?"

I chuckled in false humor. "You could say I've been a victim to it once or twice."

His face darkened and his voice rang with rage as he spoke. "The population of this planet deserves to be boiled in vats of sulfuric acid until there is nothing left. You shouldn't let the vermin walk over you.", he advised sagely.

Despite the venom pointed at fellow humans, I grinned a little at his words. "I'll try to work on it.", I replied.

He nodded, "Well Ms. Lady person, I must be going. I enjoyed having a decent conversation with you." He surprised me by giving me a wry grin. It looked odd with his huge eyes and sallow skin, but it a nice smile.

Then I remember why I had even tried to talk to him.

"Wait! Listen, my room mate was attacked the night I crashed into you. I was wondering if you had seen anything odd. . ." I trailed off, looking at him for an answer. His eyes were starting to sharpen when I added, "I saw the shadow of a guy in the alley where the attack happened."

That was like setting off a stick of dynamite. He suddenly started screaming and swinging his beverage around.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME! Dammit, I should have listened to Mr. Eff and killed you!", he bellowed, pulling out two large and rather long knives. His eyes were wider, if that was even possible, and his body was tense, as if preparing to leap at me.

I began backing up before crashing into a display of 'Crockadade'. Falling over myself, I tried to get away from the raging maniac. I managed to get on my feet and started running while he was still ranting nonsense.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" I heard the sound of rapid footsteps behind me. Just as I got to the handle of the door, there was a CRACK! I didn't register the pain in my head until I was already on the floor with my vision fading. Johnny's manic filled face appeared grinning just as I passed out.

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