Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: I Am Jack's Homicidal Tendencies
Chapter 4: We've danced this dance before....
Marla walked into the house shared by Tyler and Nny like a hurricane moves into a small, mid-western town. Her stolen platform shoes scratched against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. The smoke coming out of her mouth spewed forth as if she was a mystical dragon, ready to give chase to a wounded villager. Her hair was spikey and strewn all over her head, almost as if it was sentient and trying to escape the jail known as Marla's head. Her makeup was old, seemingly reapplies numerous times without being removed. Marla didn't care for this thing we called life, and it showed. Nny was adrift in fantasies the second she met his eye.
"So....is Tyler here?" Marla took one last puff of her cigarette, threw it to the ground, and stamped it out.
"Tyler? I don't know any Tyler. Never been a Tyler, never has been a Tyler, Project Mayhem and all that rot." Johnny said, saluting the empty space in front of Marla, causing her eyebrow to raise up.
"Riiiiiggghhhhttt. You have to be Johnny." Marla stuck out her hand disinterested as a greeting, causing Nny to shriek back in terror at the thought of physical comfort, even in such a menial show as a handshake.
"I don't really believe in handshakes mind you." Nny said smiling. "So many nasty diseases and all out there."
"You think I'm diseased?"
"One can never tell, even with the female of the species." Nny watched as Marla reached for another cigarrette from her purse and brought it to her mouth. Almost at contact with her lips, Johnny snatched the death stick from her mouth and waved it in front of her face smiling. "Sometimes its especially the female of the species."
".......Touche." Marla responded. "The bad thing with society, with their cigarrettes and their diseases as you so put it, is that people kill themselves for all the wrong reasons."
"And you?" Johnny leaned against the wall, watching as Marla investigated the kitchen.
"Oh I kill myself for all the right reasons." Nny's eyes widened as she burst into laughter. Nny tried to resist the temptation to laugh, but a smile snuck its way onto the homicidal maniac's face. Then a small giggle, and then full blown laughter engulfed Nny.
"Ahehehe. *Ahem*. Listen, Marla right?" Marla nodded. "Tyler should make his presence known anytime now. I'll be in the basement."
"Doing what?" Marla asked, looking out the window.
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that, you know how it is." Nny smiled and slammed the basement door behind him. He walked down the dank stair case, muttering and shaking his head. When he reached the soil floor of the basement, he began pacing back and forth frantically. Surrounded by makeshift bunk beds created for the upcoming 'recruits' as Tyler kept calling them, Nny paced faster with every step.
"Can't say this is the best thing to happen right now." Nny said stammering, his insanity apparent. "Feels nice to....FEEL? FELT? EMOTIONS? No! NO! What's been happening to me lately? I haven't felt this serene in a long time. This all happened so fast. Tyler and his club. This whole project thing. Now walks in another damn heart complex with legs. GOD! Have I really changed that much since I've lived here?"
"I'd say." A voice sprang behind Nny, causing the skinny figure to whip around to see the source. "Isn't that right?"
"I would have to agree with you on that." Another voice agreed with the previous voice as Nny tried to make out the figures in the darkness. "Our little Nny was trying to make a break for the fence, as it were and I can't say that I approve."
"Quite right Mr. Eff."
"Oh no." Johnny said softly as the two doughboys walked into his sight of view. Their tiny styrofoam bodies taking steps closer to their apparent slave and master in the form of Nny.
"Johnny C. You didn't think you could really try and ditch the likes of D-Boy and I for long without the eventual backdraft did you? The monster grows restless and you will DAMN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!"
"For once in my life I must agree with my lesser half." The sadistic Pyscho Doughboy responded, pointing to his partner in crime. "We both agree that the monster must be fed for the time being. Of course I'm not the one who has the Pinnochio complex."
"OH NOT THIS AGAIN!" Mr. Eff yelled back as Nny began cradling into the fetal position. "AT LEAST I'M NOT TRYING TO DIE UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE!"
"RIGHT! LIKE THIS WORLD IS EVEN WORTHY OF HAVING MY PRESENCE! MY TIME SHOULD BE SPENT ELSEWHERE!" D-boy pouted and turned his back to Mr. Eff.
"Your time! You miserable....Awwww." Mr. Eff stopped in mid-sentence looking down at the cradled Johnny C. "See what your horrid shouting has done, you've upset our meal ticket."
"No. No. No. No. No. No." Johnny kept muttering to himself, clamping his hands over his eats and swaying back in forth on the floor.
"Yes to the above Johnny C. Ours is not a relationship to be taken lightly. You are stuck with us, and for the time being we are stuck with you. We can understand some down time my be needed every once in awhile, but you have begun pouring yourself into other ventures, into the dementia of others."
"What?" Johnny questioned D-Boy.
"WHAT? YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT! THIS!" Mr. Eff yelled out, pointing at the beds and basement. "THIS SHIT! This accursed plot made by some stupid 'free the masses' terrorist who can't even pull his own head out of his ass."
"He's not some ridiculous figure head." Nny said, rising to his feet, teeth scraping against one another. "He's free. He works his life as he wants to, and yet has somehow managed to wade through all the shit in life to build his own conclusions."
"Oh really?" D-Boy jumped on Nny's shoulder and slapped him over the back of the head. "WAKE UP! This 'Tyler Durden' is so wrapped up in his own self delusion that his downfall is more than assured."
"It is a pity that we didn't get to him first, what with his potential and all." Mr. Eff snickered. "He would have made a good puppet. You're the only puppet we need for now Johnny."
"NO!" Nny reached for his back pocket, whipped out a large army knife and swung it at Mr. Eff's face. Inches away from the styrofoam horror's visage, Nny stopped unexpectedly. "Why....urrrrgggg....aren't.....you...ROADKILL?"
"Oh silly Johnny C." D-Boy responded, watching as Nny tried to push his arm to deliver the killing blow to his styrofoam oppresor, but to no avail, the arm was planted inches away from the desired target. "Don't forget that you poured a lot of yourself into us, enough so in fact that we can control you to a degree now."
"GODDAMMIT NO! FACE GO SPLATTY!" Nny yelled out, trying with all his strength to jam the knife through Mr. Eff's portly face.
"Not today my friend. Listen, the beast behind the wall still needs more time until completion and apparently my colleague needs more time for his own endeavors, so we need you to continue doing what you do."
"I've been killing." Johnny said hesitantly.
"This is true. Not for the right reasons however, and not enough as it would seem the monster is getting hungry and restless. YOU DON'T FUCK WITH US NNY, WE FUCK WITH YOU GOT IT?" Mr. Eff cried out, fists clenched in rage.
"Always the calm thinker eh Mr Fuck?"
"Bite me."
"Indeed. We're willing to compromise for the good of the cause Nny. You can operate here if you wish. However, there will be no more of this lovey dovey shit. No more swooning over a half dead girl. No more palling around with Mister Fight Club. Your character has changed without our 'tender' guidance here and that is a mistake needing to be rectified."
"No..." Nny said, still desperately trying to kill them.
"BUCKLE UP FUCKER! TIME TO FALL INTO THE FOLD!" Both Mr Fuck and Psycho Doughboy laughed hysterically as they slinked back into the darkness. The darkness seemed to swallow them up as Nny watched in terror. He knew it was coming, the doughboys influence was once again taking hold. He smiled as he rose to his feet and stared into the darkness. Nny's character had once again become that devoted to 'painting the wall'. The wall may have been different but the situation was still the same and the beast was still hungry.
"Sir?" A number of men dressed in black walked down to Johnny, standing alone in the darkness, smiling at nothingness.
".........."
"Sir. Mister C. We need to make a few changes to accomodate upcoming recruits. Mister Durden said you may be able to give us some suggestions?"
"........Levels." Nny sprang out in a cold, deep voice, scaring many of the younger recruits.
"What?"
"Thousands of levels. More walls. More traps for the disenfranchised. More everything, aheh....AHEH.....AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Nny laughed maniacally as the men began uneasily picking up shovels and getting to work on the homicidal man's request.
One week later.....
"For a compost heap, you certainly are working fast!" Durden said, walking around in his bathrobe, smoking on a stoagee. "WHAT A BUNCH OF SPACE MONKEYS! HOO HA!"
Tyler slapped the men's bald heads as he walked up the stairs of his delapidated home. He walked over to the door to Nny's room and knocked on the door. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a dark Johnny, his eyes cold and lazy (most likely from sleep deprivation), standing in front of an even darker room.
"Hey man, where have you been. We haven't been graced with your presence in awhile."
"I've been...." Nny turned his head slightly away from Tyler then turned back quickly. "busy."
"I can understand. After all the Marla banging I've been doing, seems like I haven't had a moment for myself, know what I mean?"
"Ugghh." Johnny muttered. "Enjoy your fornication."
"You could always get seconds if you wanted, Marla had an eye on you believe you me." Durden said smiling, hoping to get a response out of Nny.
"I don't want any of that shit. Go away." Nny tried to close the door only to find Tyler's hand keeping it open.
"Something's wrong here Nny, even for you."
"I SAID GO AWAY!" Nny quickly sliced the top of Tyler's hand with a knife he had grabbed off the nearest counter and slammed the door.
"AAAAA! WELL THEN FUCK YOU TOO!" Durden yelled out, nursing his new cut.
"Sir, the diagnostics for the latest project is underway, we just need your 'ok' and we can get underway."
"Yeah, sure." Tyler stared at Nny's door for a few seconds, then turned and walked down the stairs. "With this, Project Mayhem will truly make its way into the history books. Society will be turned upside fucking down and we'll be there to show them the way, the way to anarchy. Fuckin brilliant."
Tyler smiled to himself, slapping the man next to him over his bald head and walking into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, in Johnny C's room.........
"So you believe that a steady diet of Rage Against the Machine and System of a Down can make you follow some asshole to the brinks of hell? Heh." Nny paced in his room in front of dozens of tied up, blind folded men with gags in their mouths. His room was filled with various torture devices and several bodies were hanging from the wall, blood painted over everything. "You don't know what hell is. Guess what though?"
"Uuughhhhh." One of the bodies strapped to the wall moaned out.
"Pardon me, always work to be done." Nny casually skipped over to the victim, smiling and brandishing a large butcher knife. He first cut the victim's wrists then made a large slash on his throat. "There, thats better, more for the wall. Anyway, lets talk about all of your roles in the drama that is my rancid existence shall we? Let's talk about Project Blood."
End Chapter 4.
Nny has gone back under the control of the Doughboys. Durden is underway on revealing Project Mayhem. Will Durden's lowly beginnings in Fight Club prove to be dangerous for the world? How will Johnny come into play for both his and Tyler's needs? What is Project Blood?
Coming soon.....
Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: I am Jack's Homicidal Tendencies
Chapter 5
Chapter 4: We've danced this dance before....
Marla walked into the house shared by Tyler and Nny like a hurricane moves into a small, mid-western town. Her stolen platform shoes scratched against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. The smoke coming out of her mouth spewed forth as if she was a mystical dragon, ready to give chase to a wounded villager. Her hair was spikey and strewn all over her head, almost as if it was sentient and trying to escape the jail known as Marla's head. Her makeup was old, seemingly reapplies numerous times without being removed. Marla didn't care for this thing we called life, and it showed. Nny was adrift in fantasies the second she met his eye.
"So....is Tyler here?" Marla took one last puff of her cigarette, threw it to the ground, and stamped it out.
"Tyler? I don't know any Tyler. Never been a Tyler, never has been a Tyler, Project Mayhem and all that rot." Johnny said, saluting the empty space in front of Marla, causing her eyebrow to raise up.
"Riiiiiggghhhhttt. You have to be Johnny." Marla stuck out her hand disinterested as a greeting, causing Nny to shriek back in terror at the thought of physical comfort, even in such a menial show as a handshake.
"I don't really believe in handshakes mind you." Nny said smiling. "So many nasty diseases and all out there."
"You think I'm diseased?"
"One can never tell, even with the female of the species." Nny watched as Marla reached for another cigarrette from her purse and brought it to her mouth. Almost at contact with her lips, Johnny snatched the death stick from her mouth and waved it in front of her face smiling. "Sometimes its especially the female of the species."
".......Touche." Marla responded. "The bad thing with society, with their cigarrettes and their diseases as you so put it, is that people kill themselves for all the wrong reasons."
"And you?" Johnny leaned against the wall, watching as Marla investigated the kitchen.
"Oh I kill myself for all the right reasons." Nny's eyes widened as she burst into laughter. Nny tried to resist the temptation to laugh, but a smile snuck its way onto the homicidal maniac's face. Then a small giggle, and then full blown laughter engulfed Nny.
"Ahehehe. *Ahem*. Listen, Marla right?" Marla nodded. "Tyler should make his presence known anytime now. I'll be in the basement."
"Doing what?" Marla asked, looking out the window.
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that, you know how it is." Nny smiled and slammed the basement door behind him. He walked down the dank stair case, muttering and shaking his head. When he reached the soil floor of the basement, he began pacing back and forth frantically. Surrounded by makeshift bunk beds created for the upcoming 'recruits' as Tyler kept calling them, Nny paced faster with every step.
"Can't say this is the best thing to happen right now." Nny said stammering, his insanity apparent. "Feels nice to....FEEL? FELT? EMOTIONS? No! NO! What's been happening to me lately? I haven't felt this serene in a long time. This all happened so fast. Tyler and his club. This whole project thing. Now walks in another damn heart complex with legs. GOD! Have I really changed that much since I've lived here?"
"I'd say." A voice sprang behind Nny, causing the skinny figure to whip around to see the source. "Isn't that right?"
"I would have to agree with you on that." Another voice agreed with the previous voice as Nny tried to make out the figures in the darkness. "Our little Nny was trying to make a break for the fence, as it were and I can't say that I approve."
"Quite right Mr. Eff."
"Oh no." Johnny said softly as the two doughboys walked into his sight of view. Their tiny styrofoam bodies taking steps closer to their apparent slave and master in the form of Nny.
"Johnny C. You didn't think you could really try and ditch the likes of D-Boy and I for long without the eventual backdraft did you? The monster grows restless and you will DAMN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!"
"For once in my life I must agree with my lesser half." The sadistic Pyscho Doughboy responded, pointing to his partner in crime. "We both agree that the monster must be fed for the time being. Of course I'm not the one who has the Pinnochio complex."
"OH NOT THIS AGAIN!" Mr. Eff yelled back as Nny began cradling into the fetal position. "AT LEAST I'M NOT TRYING TO DIE UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE!"
"RIGHT! LIKE THIS WORLD IS EVEN WORTHY OF HAVING MY PRESENCE! MY TIME SHOULD BE SPENT ELSEWHERE!" D-boy pouted and turned his back to Mr. Eff.
"Your time! You miserable....Awwww." Mr. Eff stopped in mid-sentence looking down at the cradled Johnny C. "See what your horrid shouting has done, you've upset our meal ticket."
"No. No. No. No. No. No." Johnny kept muttering to himself, clamping his hands over his eats and swaying back in forth on the floor.
"Yes to the above Johnny C. Ours is not a relationship to be taken lightly. You are stuck with us, and for the time being we are stuck with you. We can understand some down time my be needed every once in awhile, but you have begun pouring yourself into other ventures, into the dementia of others."
"What?" Johnny questioned D-Boy.
"WHAT? YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT! THIS!" Mr. Eff yelled out, pointing at the beds and basement. "THIS SHIT! This accursed plot made by some stupid 'free the masses' terrorist who can't even pull his own head out of his ass."
"He's not some ridiculous figure head." Nny said, rising to his feet, teeth scraping against one another. "He's free. He works his life as he wants to, and yet has somehow managed to wade through all the shit in life to build his own conclusions."
"Oh really?" D-Boy jumped on Nny's shoulder and slapped him over the back of the head. "WAKE UP! This 'Tyler Durden' is so wrapped up in his own self delusion that his downfall is more than assured."
"It is a pity that we didn't get to him first, what with his potential and all." Mr. Eff snickered. "He would have made a good puppet. You're the only puppet we need for now Johnny."
"NO!" Nny reached for his back pocket, whipped out a large army knife and swung it at Mr. Eff's face. Inches away from the styrofoam horror's visage, Nny stopped unexpectedly. "Why....urrrrgggg....aren't.....you...ROADKILL?"
"Oh silly Johnny C." D-Boy responded, watching as Nny tried to push his arm to deliver the killing blow to his styrofoam oppresor, but to no avail, the arm was planted inches away from the desired target. "Don't forget that you poured a lot of yourself into us, enough so in fact that we can control you to a degree now."
"GODDAMMIT NO! FACE GO SPLATTY!" Nny yelled out, trying with all his strength to jam the knife through Mr. Eff's portly face.
"Not today my friend. Listen, the beast behind the wall still needs more time until completion and apparently my colleague needs more time for his own endeavors, so we need you to continue doing what you do."
"I've been killing." Johnny said hesitantly.
"This is true. Not for the right reasons however, and not enough as it would seem the monster is getting hungry and restless. YOU DON'T FUCK WITH US NNY, WE FUCK WITH YOU GOT IT?" Mr. Eff cried out, fists clenched in rage.
"Always the calm thinker eh Mr Fuck?"
"Bite me."
"Indeed. We're willing to compromise for the good of the cause Nny. You can operate here if you wish. However, there will be no more of this lovey dovey shit. No more swooning over a half dead girl. No more palling around with Mister Fight Club. Your character has changed without our 'tender' guidance here and that is a mistake needing to be rectified."
"No..." Nny said, still desperately trying to kill them.
"BUCKLE UP FUCKER! TIME TO FALL INTO THE FOLD!" Both Mr Fuck and Psycho Doughboy laughed hysterically as they slinked back into the darkness. The darkness seemed to swallow them up as Nny watched in terror. He knew it was coming, the doughboys influence was once again taking hold. He smiled as he rose to his feet and stared into the darkness. Nny's character had once again become that devoted to 'painting the wall'. The wall may have been different but the situation was still the same and the beast was still hungry.
"Sir?" A number of men dressed in black walked down to Johnny, standing alone in the darkness, smiling at nothingness.
".........."
"Sir. Mister C. We need to make a few changes to accomodate upcoming recruits. Mister Durden said you may be able to give us some suggestions?"
"........Levels." Nny sprang out in a cold, deep voice, scaring many of the younger recruits.
"What?"
"Thousands of levels. More walls. More traps for the disenfranchised. More everything, aheh....AHEH.....AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Nny laughed maniacally as the men began uneasily picking up shovels and getting to work on the homicidal man's request.
One week later.....
"For a compost heap, you certainly are working fast!" Durden said, walking around in his bathrobe, smoking on a stoagee. "WHAT A BUNCH OF SPACE MONKEYS! HOO HA!"
Tyler slapped the men's bald heads as he walked up the stairs of his delapidated home. He walked over to the door to Nny's room and knocked on the door. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a dark Johnny, his eyes cold and lazy (most likely from sleep deprivation), standing in front of an even darker room.
"Hey man, where have you been. We haven't been graced with your presence in awhile."
"I've been...." Nny turned his head slightly away from Tyler then turned back quickly. "busy."
"I can understand. After all the Marla banging I've been doing, seems like I haven't had a moment for myself, know what I mean?"
"Ugghh." Johnny muttered. "Enjoy your fornication."
"You could always get seconds if you wanted, Marla had an eye on you believe you me." Durden said smiling, hoping to get a response out of Nny.
"I don't want any of that shit. Go away." Nny tried to close the door only to find Tyler's hand keeping it open.
"Something's wrong here Nny, even for you."
"I SAID GO AWAY!" Nny quickly sliced the top of Tyler's hand with a knife he had grabbed off the nearest counter and slammed the door.
"AAAAA! WELL THEN FUCK YOU TOO!" Durden yelled out, nursing his new cut.
"Sir, the diagnostics for the latest project is underway, we just need your 'ok' and we can get underway."
"Yeah, sure." Tyler stared at Nny's door for a few seconds, then turned and walked down the stairs. "With this, Project Mayhem will truly make its way into the history books. Society will be turned upside fucking down and we'll be there to show them the way, the way to anarchy. Fuckin brilliant."
Tyler smiled to himself, slapping the man next to him over his bald head and walking into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, in Johnny C's room.........
"So you believe that a steady diet of Rage Against the Machine and System of a Down can make you follow some asshole to the brinks of hell? Heh." Nny paced in his room in front of dozens of tied up, blind folded men with gags in their mouths. His room was filled with various torture devices and several bodies were hanging from the wall, blood painted over everything. "You don't know what hell is. Guess what though?"
"Uuughhhhh." One of the bodies strapped to the wall moaned out.
"Pardon me, always work to be done." Nny casually skipped over to the victim, smiling and brandishing a large butcher knife. He first cut the victim's wrists then made a large slash on his throat. "There, thats better, more for the wall. Anyway, lets talk about all of your roles in the drama that is my rancid existence shall we? Let's talk about Project Blood."
End Chapter 4.
Nny has gone back under the control of the Doughboys. Durden is underway on revealing Project Mayhem. Will Durden's lowly beginnings in Fight Club prove to be dangerous for the world? How will Johnny come into play for both his and Tyler's needs? What is Project Blood?
Coming soon.....
Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: I am Jack's Homicidal Tendencies
Chapter 5
