A/N:

Sorry for the long wait guys, work was really piling up and I wasn't really in the best mindset to write, but I'm back now and boy is this a good one, I hope, lol XD Read on readers!

Johnny found himself strangely close to slashing this receptionists throat. All he wanted to do, was get into the ward where Izzy was being kept. But no, he had been stopped by some incompetent, high-pitched receptionist who clearly knew more about the chemicals listen on her eye-shadow then the workings of a computer. And now she had moved on to pointless questions that were irking him more and more by the minute.

"Are you a friend?"

"Not as of late."

"Are you a relative?"

"No."

"Are you a close family member?"

"That's basically the same question but worded differently. So no."

"Then I can't pass on the information, sorry."

"I know the information, I just don't have a location."

"Unless you're a family member I can't tell you anything."

Clenching his jaw, Johnny chose to swallow his pride just this once and arched an eyebrow as he spewed out the best lie he could muster, "Alright, you got me. I'm her second-cousin four times removed and I've been assumed dead for the past nine years and have come back when I heard that she was in trouble and now I'm being stopped so please tell me where she is."

There was a long pause as he panted with irritation from the lie and also from how uncooperative this woman had been. Frankly, he didn't expect her to believe him, who would? But he'd been surprised by moronic people before. And apparently this one was no different.

"Why didn't you say so before? I'll get right on that!" she giggled with an irritatingly high pitch.

"Well how kind of you…" Nny muttered, drumming his fingers on the counter and rolling his eyes.

She literally typed for five seconds before putting on the pretence of an apology, "Oh I'm so sorry, she was discharged about fifteen minutes ago. She said that she was going home."

His eyes narrowed, "Two stab wounds to the lower neck and stomach along with possibly schizophrenia… and she's allowed out within a matter of hours?"

"She made such a swift recovery."

"And that doesn't seem odd to you?"

"Should it?"

Johnny felt his blood boil with rage at the pure idiocy of this woman, but put on a strained smile and leaned a little closer, "Thanks for that information. By the way, you don't happen to know where the ward is for excessive bleeding is, do you?"

Mistaking his closeness for a flirtation, she too leaned closer and pointed down the corridor, "Straight down and to the left."

In the time she had to blink, Johnny had forcefully pulled out his pocket-knife, flicked the blade upwards and pushed it into the woman's jugular. Giving it a sharp twist before retracting it, he pushed her shocked, gasping form back into her chair.

"How lucky for you." He snarled, adjusting his jacket and walking away. And he couldn't help but let a smirk of satisfaction tweak at his lips as he reached the door and head the first surprised cry from another member of staff behind him.

It was getting dark by the time Johnny had walked around the block enough times to shake the anger from him, and feeling slightly proud of himself that he'd only felt the urge and given into killing three people on the way. Not that they hadn't deserved it. In fact he'd actually planned on getting around to them at some point, but due to recent events he'd been slightly distracted. So why not make up for lost time? Plus is served as something to get his mind off of the frustration from earlier.

He didn't know where Izzy was, or what had happened to her. And unfortunately, the case of 'out of sight, out of mind' was not working as well for him as he'd hoped. It hadn't worked for a long time. He still stood by his thoughts from earlier, perhaps he really was killing the wrong thing this time. So he did intend on finding the screwed up girl, but he'd wait until the next morning. Not that he planned on going home to rest up or anything like that. He was just in need to wash the weapons he'd used that day. And also to cleanse himself of the blood that had unfortunately spattered onto him here and there.

It was shadowed inside his house, but that's the way he liked it. Since he didn't have to pain the wall anymore, there wasn't much sense in installing extra lightbulbs when there was no need for extra light to see of he'd missed a spot. The eerie silence didn't bother him, it soothed him and allowed him time to think. And tonight was no different as he washed the scarlet from his wrists and brought back the gleam to the blades. However, as he stepped back into the living room, he sensed that something was wrong. But he felt a strange sense of contentment in it. Feeling they he was being watched, he set his features in stone, turning to face the figure sitting on the battered brown sofa.

"I'm not addressing Izzy, am I." he said, it wasn't a question and the figure knew that.

"Not anymore." It shifted, the light illuminating the familiar features of Izzy, but her bright eyes had gone. Now they were dark and cynical, hinted with entertainment, but also very familiar. Nny almost placed them as his own, but that was impossible, "She's gone."

"Again? Oh well, who am I talking to then?" he asked with deliberate passiveness.

"Why not come in and find out?"

The eyes narrowed as if concentrating on something specific. Suddenly, a sharp pain drove across the inside of his skull. Used to the fighting back of past victims, pain was something he was used to, but this was coming close to the time a bullet as smashed through his eye. Darkness started to swarm, he fought it with all his might. The stranger, for it definitely was not Izzy, set its eyes with more force and the burning increased. Johnny gritted his teeth in effort to stay in control.

"You can't kill me." He growled, "I'm not that easy to get rid of."

"Oh I know." It chuckled, "But who says I'm trying to kill you, yet?"

And with that, Johnny's knee's buckled, and he fell into a world of icy darkness… And yet, he still struggled against it. He wasn't going to end like this. It was something he would not allow. So he fought the cold and the shadows until he felt the ground beneath him. Snapping his eyes open he saw an empty vast of clouded sky above him. Sluggishly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and took in the new surroundings.

Doors, so many doors, just stood alone with no walls to support them. Everything else was bare. There was no other way to describe it. It was a barren wasteland filled with doors. Johnny wondered if this was another version of afterlife, not quiet heaven or hell but maybe something else. But, no, he didn't have that ironic sense of life that he had felt when he visited those places. This was so strange, and desolate it seemed. So where was he?

The answer came to him, by an all too familiar voice. His own. And yet, not once did his lips move, "You're in-between minds right now. I'm sure you're familiar with the concept."

Johnny got to his feet, "I'm familiar."

He turned to face the speaker. This speaker who matched his voice with perfect precision; and his eyes widened momentarily in surprise. There, leaning against one of the many door frames, was a painfully thin, tall figure with large eyes and tuffs of dark hair. For a second, Johnny searched for the frame of a glass or a mirror. Because this was certainly not what he had expected. He had not expected, to be looking at himself.

"Hmm," Johnny said, composing himself and scanning the doppelganger, "For some reason I thought I was shorter."

The double shrugged, "Your mistake."

"Let me guess, you take over Izzy's mind to get to me? Why is that exactly? I mean I know that her mind is easy to get into, even something as simple as the Doughboys could do it."

"You do not talk of my creators in such a way!" It spat.

"Creators? Oh so this is a revenge plot!" Johnny laughed dryly, "Are you that predictable?"

"They worked hard to make me understand that you are a traitor to them both by letting someone else get rid of them like a coward. So I figured, let's take on this girls insecurities, become what she both trusts and fears and morph it into anger to give me strength! Now look what I've become. Interesting, yes?"

"More like… insulting." He shrugged, "You really think I'm not above killing myself, even if I'm right in front of me?" He knew that the wording wasn't entirely full-proof, but he was trying.

"It's not something a mortal mind like yours is likely to understand."

"Mortal?" Johnny scoffed, "You clearly don't know me as well as you claim to. I've been to Heaven, Hell and back."

"Want to find out if you can do it again?" The tone turned devilish.

"By all means."

A/N:

Well this a twist, I hope, lol. So the Doughboys created another being in preparation if they failed to manipulate Johnny, and now it came back to seek revenge on both he and Izzy since she was the one to kill them, not Johnny. If that makes sense, great XD But upon feeding Izzy's confusion and insecurities, it was become them and morphed into a figure of Johnny. It's Nny vs Nny! XD