Disclaimer: you know the drill.
Rating: R
AN: This is my first JtHM fan fiction so be nice please.
Summery: Johnny meets his match.
Title:
A lone figure stepped down the steps of the bus. It was a clear night. The stars were bright. The figure stepped onto the sidewalk and stopped. She turned her face upward to stare at the stars. The full moon shown light across her face and reviled that a face of an angel. Though those who knew her would never call her an angel. The figure moved and walked along the sidewalk. As she passed under a streetlamp her features were seen. They were that of a young woman around the age of nineteen. She was thin but obviously very muscular. At first glance her hair was black but at closer expectation it was a dark purple color. She wore her hair long and shaggy. It came down to her waist. Her eyes were hazel. They held no emotion in them. She was wearing black cargo pants that had many pockets. She had a black wife beater that said in red R.I.P. On her feet were black combat boots. She also had a couple of tattoos. One was being a dragon between her shoulder blades and the other the grim reaper on her hip. As she walked down the street the women looked around. "Yes, this town will fit my needs nicely" thought the one her demons call Alti.
~*~*~*~
The paintbrush ran smoothly over the wall, finishing the paint job. "There" thought Johnny. The thing won't be able to get out of the wall. Johnny set the brush down and walked out of the room. He went into the bathroom and washed off the blood on his hands. He had just put a new coat of blood on the wall so that thing on the other side can't get out. Well he thought it's time for me to go get some more. Johnny walked over to his impressive collection of knifes. It took two minutes to hid over half of the collection in his clothing. And with that he walked out of the house into the night. As he was walking a group of girls passed him. They looked at him laughing and whispering. This made him mad but he didn't do any thing about it right then. A few feet ahead of him were an alley as he reached it he ducked into it. From there he stocked the girls. After a few minutes he found his chance and struck. Amidst the screams Johnny was laughing.
*~*~*~*
Alti heard screams and laughter ahead of her. As she drew closer she saw a group of about four girls dead on the ground. Above them a guy about the age of nineteen. He was wearing black pants and coat. His shirt was black with Z? in white on it. On his feet were knee high black boots. The girls each had a knife in there heart. In his hand was a bloody knife. The guy suddenly turned and Alti was able to see his face. His eyes were black as the night as was his hair. At the moment he was covered in blood. Alti decided to break the silence.
Alti: Nice Job. What did they do to get such a gruesome death?
The Guy: *eyes narrowed* why do you want to know?
Alti: Because it's nice to know I'm not the only one that kills for a reason.
The Guy: Oh. They laughed at me.
Alti: I hate people who laugh at me too. By the way my name is Alti. At least that's what my voices call me.
The Guy: Really? My name is Johnny but you can call me Nny. That's what my voice calls me.
Alti smiled. Nny smiled back. And that is the beginning of an unusual friendship.
Author's Note: Wow. My first JtHM fan fiction. I'm so happy! Please R&R.
Rating: R
AN: This is my first JtHM fan fiction so be nice please.
Summery: Johnny meets his match.
Title:
A lone figure stepped down the steps of the bus. It was a clear night. The stars were bright. The figure stepped onto the sidewalk and stopped. She turned her face upward to stare at the stars. The full moon shown light across her face and reviled that a face of an angel. Though those who knew her would never call her an angel. The figure moved and walked along the sidewalk. As she passed under a streetlamp her features were seen. They were that of a young woman around the age of nineteen. She was thin but obviously very muscular. At first glance her hair was black but at closer expectation it was a dark purple color. She wore her hair long and shaggy. It came down to her waist. Her eyes were hazel. They held no emotion in them. She was wearing black cargo pants that had many pockets. She had a black wife beater that said in red R.I.P. On her feet were black combat boots. She also had a couple of tattoos. One was being a dragon between her shoulder blades and the other the grim reaper on her hip. As she walked down the street the women looked around. "Yes, this town will fit my needs nicely" thought the one her demons call Alti.
~*~*~*~
The paintbrush ran smoothly over the wall, finishing the paint job. "There" thought Johnny. The thing won't be able to get out of the wall. Johnny set the brush down and walked out of the room. He went into the bathroom and washed off the blood on his hands. He had just put a new coat of blood on the wall so that thing on the other side can't get out. Well he thought it's time for me to go get some more. Johnny walked over to his impressive collection of knifes. It took two minutes to hid over half of the collection in his clothing. And with that he walked out of the house into the night. As he was walking a group of girls passed him. They looked at him laughing and whispering. This made him mad but he didn't do any thing about it right then. A few feet ahead of him were an alley as he reached it he ducked into it. From there he stocked the girls. After a few minutes he found his chance and struck. Amidst the screams Johnny was laughing.
*~*~*~*
Alti heard screams and laughter ahead of her. As she drew closer she saw a group of about four girls dead on the ground. Above them a guy about the age of nineteen. He was wearing black pants and coat. His shirt was black with Z? in white on it. On his feet were knee high black boots. The girls each had a knife in there heart. In his hand was a bloody knife. The guy suddenly turned and Alti was able to see his face. His eyes were black as the night as was his hair. At the moment he was covered in blood. Alti decided to break the silence.
Alti: Nice Job. What did they do to get such a gruesome death?
The Guy: *eyes narrowed* why do you want to know?
Alti: Because it's nice to know I'm not the only one that kills for a reason.
The Guy: Oh. They laughed at me.
Alti: I hate people who laugh at me too. By the way my name is Alti. At least that's what my voices call me.
The Guy: Really? My name is Johnny but you can call me Nny. That's what my voice calls me.
Alti smiled. Nny smiled back. And that is the beginning of an unusual friendship.
Author's Note: Wow. My first JtHM fan fiction. I'm so happy! Please R&R.