Jimi walked down the dark lonely street. Her brain teased her,
telling her to run, forcing her to look over her shoulder after every
creak, every crunch. Long black hair, black dress, black boots, Jimi
blended with the black of night. However, that did not keep him from
seeing her.
In one stealth movement, Johnny was in front of her, knife in hand. Jimi jumped a mile high, but laughed when she realized the thing that had frightened her was the same pathetic emancipated little boy that stood in front of her now. Clad in purple and black with eccentric boots and crazy hair, he certainly was a peculiar site.
" Who the fuck are you!" Jimi screamed.
The boy just flashed an eerie smile.
Jimi just shrugged off the odd boy and attempted to walk around him, but he would not allow it.
" Let me go!" Jimi yelled.
" Do not tell me what it is that you wish to be done!" Johnny yelled back. " I take orders from no one!" Within ten seconds, the meek kid that stood in front of her had turned into a frightening freak; eyes bulging, veins pulsating, hair on end.
Jimi tried to run, but she did not know where she was going. She tripped and fell hard on to the hard road.
When Jimi awoke, she was hanging from shackles on a wall in a dark room. It smelled of mold and something else that she could not detect.
" Hey!" she screamed. Her voice echoed. No one answered, so Jimi hung. It seemed for hours. Then she noticed two strange eyes peering at her from the darkness. Slowly, the figure moved toward her. Laughing. His white face shone in the black room. His glimmering teeth grinding against each other as he stared at her. Jimi struggled to get down, but it was no use. Where the hell was she? Hell may be right.
Well, whoever this monster was, he was in for a surprise. Let him have his fun for now, because he will be in agony soon. As soon as Jimi could rest, he would be in for it. Soon, Johnny would have hell to pay.
In one stealth movement, Johnny was in front of her, knife in hand. Jimi jumped a mile high, but laughed when she realized the thing that had frightened her was the same pathetic emancipated little boy that stood in front of her now. Clad in purple and black with eccentric boots and crazy hair, he certainly was a peculiar site.
" Who the fuck are you!" Jimi screamed.
The boy just flashed an eerie smile.
Jimi just shrugged off the odd boy and attempted to walk around him, but he would not allow it.
" Let me go!" Jimi yelled.
" Do not tell me what it is that you wish to be done!" Johnny yelled back. " I take orders from no one!" Within ten seconds, the meek kid that stood in front of her had turned into a frightening freak; eyes bulging, veins pulsating, hair on end.
Jimi tried to run, but she did not know where she was going. She tripped and fell hard on to the hard road.
When Jimi awoke, she was hanging from shackles on a wall in a dark room. It smelled of mold and something else that she could not detect.
" Hey!" she screamed. Her voice echoed. No one answered, so Jimi hung. It seemed for hours. Then she noticed two strange eyes peering at her from the darkness. Slowly, the figure moved toward her. Laughing. His white face shone in the black room. His glimmering teeth grinding against each other as he stared at her. Jimi struggled to get down, but it was no use. Where the hell was she? Hell may be right.
Well, whoever this monster was, he was in for a surprise. Let him have his fun for now, because he will be in agony soon. As soon as Jimi could rest, he would be in for it. Soon, Johnny would have hell to pay.