Nny's Radio Station PART II
******I'm glad somebody thought it was good... so I decided to write more!!!!!! -makes fake cheering noises and pretends they are auctally people happy- Thank you, thank you... but now, on to the story.******
Johnny had finally had enough of the dumb ass dj, and sidekick, so he decided to ignore his victims [which would be very hard, and he knew it] and went out for a walk. There was a store that had moved in about a month ago, a few blocks away and he walked out the door, without a sound, leaving his prey in horrible torture still. As he walked, he saw MANY people that he wanted to massacre, just for the weird ways that they looked at him. But he knew to resist, because his basement was almost filled to the brim with victims already... and he would run out of room if he took EVERYBODY that he saw. 'Damn.' Was all he could mutter, under his breath. He continued to trudge along the sidewalk and just as he was about to jump out of his skin... he made it to the shop. 'Ye Lil Stereo Shoppe'
'What the hell?!' But he just shrugged it off and walked in. The store was filled to the brim with pictures of artists and bands and such, but he payed no attention to it ans wandered around the new store. Until he stopped, when he reached a section cluttered with mixing boards and dj equipment. He picked up what he could [mixing board, speakers, and some computer parts that were throwen in there... the kind that helps you make your own radio station *hint - hint*] and hauled them up to the register. The guy up there seemed about 20 or so, and had on a t-shirt with what seemed like an attempt at a 'manly' Britney Spears (A.N. -shudders at the thought of Britney Spears getting t-shirts or anything like that-) on it and had on faded blue jeans, seemingly from the Gap or something. He glared at Johnny, who was in all black of course, and gave him un easy looks.
'What do you think you're doing with that stuff?' The guy asked.
Johnny gave him an unstunned look and said bluntly 'None of your business.'
The Guy, Nny could see by his name tag, who's name was Stevie replied 'It seems like an aweful lot of shit for a fag like you to use.'
Johnny got a pissed look in his eye, but Stevie was unthreatened... for he did not know who Johnny was. (A.N. bad for Stevie) Johnny simply said nothing in return, but slowly placed his right hand by his ankle, where he had hidden one of his shorter kitchen knives. Stevie saw none of this. But once he did, Johnny was already standing ontop of the counter, beside what he wanted to purchase and had the knife raised above the clerk's head. With one... no, three or four blows [Johnny wanted to get this done quickly and just slashed him a few more times] Stevie was dead. Johnny was barely splattered with a bit of blood. Nny coyly looked around for any cameras, the only one was facing away from the counter, but he had no real feeling to destroy that at the moment, so he hopped back over the counter and picked up his parcles and walked out of the store.
******I didn't really want to take TOO much time on this chapter, so just made it short and 'sweet'. Hope SOMEBODY auctally read this and enjoyed it. And if you did, then thank you, but now you HAVE TO review... THE POWER OF MUNSTER-GIRL COMPELS YOU!!!!!! heh heh heh...******
******I'm glad somebody thought it was good... so I decided to write more!!!!!! -makes fake cheering noises and pretends they are auctally people happy- Thank you, thank you... but now, on to the story.******
Johnny had finally had enough of the dumb ass dj, and sidekick, so he decided to ignore his victims [which would be very hard, and he knew it] and went out for a walk. There was a store that had moved in about a month ago, a few blocks away and he walked out the door, without a sound, leaving his prey in horrible torture still. As he walked, he saw MANY people that he wanted to massacre, just for the weird ways that they looked at him. But he knew to resist, because his basement was almost filled to the brim with victims already... and he would run out of room if he took EVERYBODY that he saw. 'Damn.' Was all he could mutter, under his breath. He continued to trudge along the sidewalk and just as he was about to jump out of his skin... he made it to the shop. 'Ye Lil Stereo Shoppe'
'What the hell?!' But he just shrugged it off and walked in. The store was filled to the brim with pictures of artists and bands and such, but he payed no attention to it ans wandered around the new store. Until he stopped, when he reached a section cluttered with mixing boards and dj equipment. He picked up what he could [mixing board, speakers, and some computer parts that were throwen in there... the kind that helps you make your own radio station *hint - hint*] and hauled them up to the register. The guy up there seemed about 20 or so, and had on a t-shirt with what seemed like an attempt at a 'manly' Britney Spears (A.N. -shudders at the thought of Britney Spears getting t-shirts or anything like that-) on it and had on faded blue jeans, seemingly from the Gap or something. He glared at Johnny, who was in all black of course, and gave him un easy looks.
'What do you think you're doing with that stuff?' The guy asked.
Johnny gave him an unstunned look and said bluntly 'None of your business.'
The Guy, Nny could see by his name tag, who's name was Stevie replied 'It seems like an aweful lot of shit for a fag like you to use.'
Johnny got a pissed look in his eye, but Stevie was unthreatened... for he did not know who Johnny was. (A.N. bad for Stevie) Johnny simply said nothing in return, but slowly placed his right hand by his ankle, where he had hidden one of his shorter kitchen knives. Stevie saw none of this. But once he did, Johnny was already standing ontop of the counter, beside what he wanted to purchase and had the knife raised above the clerk's head. With one... no, three or four blows [Johnny wanted to get this done quickly and just slashed him a few more times] Stevie was dead. Johnny was barely splattered with a bit of blood. Nny coyly looked around for any cameras, the only one was facing away from the counter, but he had no real feeling to destroy that at the moment, so he hopped back over the counter and picked up his parcles and walked out of the store.
******I didn't really want to take TOO much time on this chapter, so just made it short and 'sweet'. Hope SOMEBODY auctally read this and enjoyed it. And if you did, then thank you, but now you HAVE TO review... THE POWER OF MUNSTER-GIRL COMPELS YOU!!!!!! heh heh heh...******