AN: I have no idea where I'm gonna go with this from here. I might have Jason (the actual person, of course) read it and fork over some ideas. I'm almost completely sure that there will be more. The fic needs substance, and that doesn't look like it'll be happening anytime real soon. My apologies to Mr. Vasquez for mutilating his character. Heh, oke, that was a bad pun. Um, yeah.


~Chapter 2~

Johnny returned with the "necessary equipment": Duct tape, rope, a hammer just in case, and a stuffed moose. No one bothered to ask how a plush toy would be necessary. After studying the materials, Robby asked Johnny, "And...how are we gonna do this?"

"Simple," Johnny replied. "Cover their mouths with the duct tape, and tie them up with the rope, or more duct tape, if that's your thing. If they put up a struggle, use the hammer wisely. Then haul them back to my place."

"What if we get caught?"

"Trust me, I DON'T get caught." Johnny gave each person a roll of duct tape. "I'll take care of the tying. You may begin."

~*~

When she regained consciousness, Lisa found herself wearing nothing but her bra and underwear, in a dingy old basement-like place. The walls were spattered with dried blood and dirt. There was mechanical equipment everwhere, which looked like human torture devices. She was glad she wasn't attached to one of those. That is, until she realized where she was in the room. Lisa's arms were tied together, and she was hanging by them from the ceiling. Right behind her, she could feel what seemed to be a wall of small, very sharp razor blades. Every time she even barely breathed, the blades cut into her back. After noting all this, Lisa realized she was the only one in the room. A few minutes later, Johnny walked in, carrying a bucket that was already partly full of blood. Whistling, he placed it under her, so it would catch the many small droplets of blood dripping from her back.

Lisa's eyes widened at the knowledge of the whole situation. "Oh my God..." she started, then stopped when the pain literally cutting through her back registered in her brain. She winced and sucked air through her gritted teeth, indicating this.

"And how is my patient today?" Johnny asked, an amused grin on his face from her pain. Oh yeah, such a sadist.

Lisa spoke softly, trying to cut down on any movement whatsoever. "And you think this is funny. Dude, you have one twisted sense of humor."

"So I've been told..." Johnny trailed off as Jason, Robby and Dalva entered the room. "Are you done with the other two?" You see, the blood that was already in the bucket when Lisa woke up was from the third victim, whom Johnny took care of earlier.

"Yup," Jason said, as if he had just finished a chore. "They were a bit easy to do away with, though."

Dalva grinned. "Gore is fun. Oh how I love gore!"

Lisa scoffed, then groaned as the pain came in once more. A bit more softly: "Give me a break, you can NOT be serious."

Dalva turned to Lisa with a stern look on her face. "And just who made you queen of all things pleasurable?" Turning to Johnny, "Come on, she's even disrespectful while being tortured. Can't we just put her out of our misery sooner?"

Johnny sighed. "I suppose so. Robby, would you like to do the honors?"

Robby shuffled over to Lisa, knife in hand. "Surely." He taped her mouth shut once more. Johnny put in his earplugs that he had finally invested in, just in case, and looked on in an entertained fashion. Then, starting at her wrists and ending at her ankles, Robby began to slit her open with the knife. Needless to say, Lisa was showing more than a little discomfort at this point. About a minute after Robby had started, she was obviously dead. Dalva breathed a sigh of relief. Johnny removed the bucket and stored Lisa's remains in an exceptionally large ziplock bag (I might have to ask him where he got it later), then stuffed it in the fridge to deal with later.

"Well, that was certainly messy. Good job, Robby," he said halfway enthusiastically.

"Aww shucks," replied Robby.

"Yeah, I thought you might be the corny type. [AN: Another bad pun alert! I'm so good at those.] Now let's go tend to what's left of the others." And they did.