Whee! Sequel! Yeah! Whoo-hoo! ^______^!!! Um, yeah. Anyway, if you haven't read other JTHM story, "Such A Nice Girl", then you are not gonna get this story. ^^ I made this one R rated too, because of…uh, later chapters o.o
Johnny gloomily walked down the street, eyes downcast and hands shoved in his pockets. In his past few years, he had become somewhat saner. Sure, he still killed people and all, only now he couldn't torture them because several months ago, the Construction Company tore down his house.
He had lost everything he had owned, which wasn't much, but he was still pretty pissed about it. Boy did he get revenge on that day! A malicious smile found its way onto his face at the memory. It still made him kind of sad though, the only thing he had managed to save was a can of Skettios.
He had tried to get to his torture chambers through the tunnel in Squee's basement, but rocks, wood, and corpses blocked it off. He didn't really live anywhere, he just kind wandered the streets and nightclubs, and at night he would live under Squee's bed, much to Squee's chagrin.
He decided to go to a nightclub tonight, he had heard that a live band was going to play there for a few nights. He stepped inside and was hit by a blast a warm air, probably by all the body-heat radiating off the weirdo's dancing about.
He went to the top floor and looked down at the stage, where the band was playing. The singer was a female with black baggy pants and a ripped up red shirt with red and black striped arm-warmers. She also had on a big black belt and was holding an red and white electric guitar.
He leaned on the railing to try and see her face, but she had on a hat that looked like a black sock and her face was in the microphone, explaining the next song she was about to sing…
"…so I haven't changed the lyrics or anything, so just don't think I'm a lesbian alright?" He had to smirk at her little comment for some reason. Maybe it was because she didn't really have a girly-girl voice. "Alright, one, two three four…"
You're so bad you're so bad you're so
You're so bad you're so bad you're so
You think you're in love
Like it's a real sure thing
But every time you fall
You get yo' ass in a sling
You used to be strong
But now it's ooh baby please
'Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees
We was making love
When you told me that you loved me
I thought ol' cupid
He was takin' aim
I was believer when you told me
That you loved me
And then you called me
Someone elses name... yeah
There ain't gonna be no more
Beggin' you please
You know what I want
And it ain't one of these
You're bad to the bone
And your girlfriend agreed
That falling in love is so hard on the knees
Chip off the old block
Man you're so much like your sister
My fantasize it must be outta luck
My old libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah
I'm Jones'in on love
Yeah I got the DT's
You say that we will
But there ain't no guarantees
I'm major in love
But in all minor keys
'Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees
What are you looking for
It's got to be hardcore
Must be some kind of nouveau riche
Is this your only chance
Or some hypnotic trance
Let's get you on a tighter leash
Hold it hold it oh yeah... yeah
You ain't that good
Is what you said
Down to the letter
But you like the way
I hold a microphone
Sometimes I'm good but
When I'm bad I'm even better
Don't give me no lip
I got enough of my own
There ain't gonna be
No more beggin' you please
You know what I want
And it ain't one of these
You're bad to the bone
And your girlfriend agreed
That falling in love is so hard on the knees
"….Damn, she's a good singer," was all he could say as the a few people whooped and cheered.
Her voice sounded familiar, but then again he's heard a lot of voices, so he just shrugged it off. He watched her as she played several more songs, his eyes wandering from her shadowed face, to her fingers as she strummed on her guitar.
About an hour passed and her and her band stepped offstage. This was his chance. This girl seemed so…interesting. He ran down the stairs and slipped into the back, where a lot props and boxes were, and the band was putting away all their stuff.
He caught sight of one of the drums and saw "Fox Fire" printed in bold red letters with fire behind it. He also noticed that, besides the lead female singer, the whole band was mostly guys. The singer had her back turned towards him and she took off her hat, ruffling her short, sweat-slicked reddish brown hair.
She then stretched and turned around and Johnny's eyes got impossibly wide. 'VIXEN?!'
I'm sooooooo happy I got to make a sequel!! I know I'm going to have fun making this fic as well ~.^