******Ok, now I promise that I will have Johnny kill atleast one person
this time, I seriously do...******
Johnny was trying to sort out all of the cds and casssettes that were spralled out on the floor infront of his homemade 'studio', that was placed right above where his prisioners were being held, so they could hear every move and sound that he made. That, he hoped, would scare them more. He was finally starting to get organized, when he picked up three cds and glared at each one for a moment or so, then set them all down and began to start his first broadcast. He hopped in his chair and turned all of the switches that would make it all start up (A.N. I have no clue what switches, you just use your imagination). And with in moments, he was on the air... But he didn't have a thing to say. So first he just threw on a cd; Cannibal Corpse 'Eaten Back To Life'. And began to blast the song Bloody Chunks over the air waves, but then turned and walked to the basement door, with a gruesome plan inprinted in his head.
He stomped down the steps, his prey quivering from the fear of Nny coming, they knew he was coming to, dispose of one of them. He turned towards that walls covered with people chained to them, and even a few that were tied up on chairs... he had obviously run out of room on the walls. He turned and glanced at every single person down there, who were all too afraid to make any sounds at all. But I doubt he would have heard them over the pounding music that vibrated through the floors. It wasn't excatly Nny's favourite type of music, or song for that matter... but he did get some inspiration from it... unique or not.
Johnny looked around the room one more time and randomly picked a cheerleader-type girl, who wore an outfit compiled of clothing from The GAP and Old Navy, and was chained up on the wall.
'You.' He said out loud, but only she could hear it, and knew he was talking to her. 'I will use you as a my first... well, let's just call you a prototype for my new ideas...' He said slyly, lifting up a lock of her hair that was now greasy and matted from being locked up in a basement for who know's how long. As he dropped her hair, he looked her straight in the eye and glared at her for atleast a minute, as if he was having a makeshift staring contest with her. 'Let us see... hmmmm... you were the one that stopped and gawked at me on the street a while ago. Yesss, that was you. You thought I couldn't hear you, they way you said 'Oh, look at that freak, what the hell does he think he's wearing.' and 'Like, he seems so freaky, he looks like a complete psycho. He probably stalks people and then finally kills then in an alley.' Wasn't that what you said?!'. All she did was try to hide herself from his unhopeful and angry eyes. Then, he lifted his still partially bloody knife out of it's ankle holster and held it behind his back. Then he lunged forward and stabbed her directly in the middle of her stomach, that was the first time she let out a noise... but it was only a slight squeek, and then a sort of choking chough. While she watched with terror with her eyes darting around the room every moment or two to see the petrified looks on the other captives. With that satisfying sound in Nny's ears, he decided to take a clue from the song... and turn the girl into 'bloody chunks'. He took her hand and glanced into her eyes with the miniscual pupils and slowly slid the knife through her pinky finger. Then moving on to the next one and then to the next, and so on. Once he was done with that hand, he moved onto the other, but went through that one more quickly then the first. With that over and done with, and pulled her by what was left of her right hand and quickly hacked it off from her forearm down, this was followed by a howl and even more blood dripping into Johnny's hand and some splattering onto his shirt and face. He continued to go up in that manner and did the same to the other half of her body, but then moved to her legs and repeating everything, until she was only a torso who was bleeding savagely and gasping to breath. Johnny was surprised she was still alive at that point, and was rather bored with her now. So he just lopped off her small, wimpering head. And with the sound of her head hitting the floor echoing through the basement, the song had come to a close. Johnny was pleased with what he had done, and turned back and walked up to the door... even Johnny didn't want to leave his brand new station on 'dead air'. So he rushed back up the steps and back to his station, throwing on Basement Jaxx 'Where's Your Head At?'. The same song that had intrigued him the other day.
And coyly walked back down to the basement, with one of his twisted, dimented grins on his face... thinking 'Wonder who I should take out next?'
******Ok, I have decided to do something to make this a bit more interesting and easier... for me. I decided that I want to have some people call in a make requestes. So if anybody even cares about this anymore, just throw in a review with the accentuals: age, sex, location -er- that's optional, name, and of course a song... can't forget the damn songs more than twice. Oh well, I NEED people to respond to this, you just HAVE TO. Or --- I'll send Johnny after you BWHAHAHA...******
Johnny was trying to sort out all of the cds and casssettes that were spralled out on the floor infront of his homemade 'studio', that was placed right above where his prisioners were being held, so they could hear every move and sound that he made. That, he hoped, would scare them more. He was finally starting to get organized, when he picked up three cds and glared at each one for a moment or so, then set them all down and began to start his first broadcast. He hopped in his chair and turned all of the switches that would make it all start up (A.N. I have no clue what switches, you just use your imagination). And with in moments, he was on the air... But he didn't have a thing to say. So first he just threw on a cd; Cannibal Corpse 'Eaten Back To Life'. And began to blast the song Bloody Chunks over the air waves, but then turned and walked to the basement door, with a gruesome plan inprinted in his head.
He stomped down the steps, his prey quivering from the fear of Nny coming, they knew he was coming to, dispose of one of them. He turned towards that walls covered with people chained to them, and even a few that were tied up on chairs... he had obviously run out of room on the walls. He turned and glanced at every single person down there, who were all too afraid to make any sounds at all. But I doubt he would have heard them over the pounding music that vibrated through the floors. It wasn't excatly Nny's favourite type of music, or song for that matter... but he did get some inspiration from it... unique or not.
Johnny looked around the room one more time and randomly picked a cheerleader-type girl, who wore an outfit compiled of clothing from The GAP and Old Navy, and was chained up on the wall.
'You.' He said out loud, but only she could hear it, and knew he was talking to her. 'I will use you as a my first... well, let's just call you a prototype for my new ideas...' He said slyly, lifting up a lock of her hair that was now greasy and matted from being locked up in a basement for who know's how long. As he dropped her hair, he looked her straight in the eye and glared at her for atleast a minute, as if he was having a makeshift staring contest with her. 'Let us see... hmmmm... you were the one that stopped and gawked at me on the street a while ago. Yesss, that was you. You thought I couldn't hear you, they way you said 'Oh, look at that freak, what the hell does he think he's wearing.' and 'Like, he seems so freaky, he looks like a complete psycho. He probably stalks people and then finally kills then in an alley.' Wasn't that what you said?!'. All she did was try to hide herself from his unhopeful and angry eyes. Then, he lifted his still partially bloody knife out of it's ankle holster and held it behind his back. Then he lunged forward and stabbed her directly in the middle of her stomach, that was the first time she let out a noise... but it was only a slight squeek, and then a sort of choking chough. While she watched with terror with her eyes darting around the room every moment or two to see the petrified looks on the other captives. With that satisfying sound in Nny's ears, he decided to take a clue from the song... and turn the girl into 'bloody chunks'. He took her hand and glanced into her eyes with the miniscual pupils and slowly slid the knife through her pinky finger. Then moving on to the next one and then to the next, and so on. Once he was done with that hand, he moved onto the other, but went through that one more quickly then the first. With that over and done with, and pulled her by what was left of her right hand and quickly hacked it off from her forearm down, this was followed by a howl and even more blood dripping into Johnny's hand and some splattering onto his shirt and face. He continued to go up in that manner and did the same to the other half of her body, but then moved to her legs and repeating everything, until she was only a torso who was bleeding savagely and gasping to breath. Johnny was surprised she was still alive at that point, and was rather bored with her now. So he just lopped off her small, wimpering head. And with the sound of her head hitting the floor echoing through the basement, the song had come to a close. Johnny was pleased with what he had done, and turned back and walked up to the door... even Johnny didn't want to leave his brand new station on 'dead air'. So he rushed back up the steps and back to his station, throwing on Basement Jaxx 'Where's Your Head At?'. The same song that had intrigued him the other day.
And coyly walked back down to the basement, with one of his twisted, dimented grins on his face... thinking 'Wonder who I should take out next?'
******Ok, I have decided to do something to make this a bit more interesting and easier... for me. I decided that I want to have some people call in a make requestes. So if anybody even cares about this anymore, just throw in a review with the accentuals: age, sex, location -er- that's optional, name, and of course a song... can't forget the damn songs more than twice. Oh well, I NEED people to respond to this, you just HAVE TO. Or --- I'll send Johnny after you BWHAHAHA...******