Disclaimer: I don't own The idea of Johnny the homicidal maniac or any of
the other things used in this fanfic, They belong to the almighty writer
Johnen.
Note: This fanfic starts at the end of issue # 7 in the almighty Johnen's writings.
Prologue
".Time for something new..Over the stars."
Within the carnage that is the home number 777 Johnny stood in next to his couch..
*Click*
"Devi?"
**BAM**
Far away from the carnage that is the home number 777, in a different city, in a house numbered 189..
"What the fuck was that all about?" A drowsy young voice said to the darkness.
From the next room came his reply in the form of a young female voice,
"Why the hell are you awake at this hour?"
"That was the worst nightmare I've ever had."
"Well stop complaining and go back to sleep, you woke me up."
************
The sun rose and the alarm went off with its normal annoying screech.
"I'm awake, I'm awake you freaking thing," mumbled the heap of flesh on the bed.
The voice of a middle-aged woman came from downstairs,
"Drake!! Honor!! Get down here now!!!"
"We're coming!!" Drake and Honor chorused together.
Within 10 minutes the pair were dressed and on the bus to their local high school. Honor, in her usual Bohemian look of 'I don't give a fuck as to what you think about me.' While Drake was dressed in his signature punk clothes, large black pants hanging off of his bony frame and a tight black shirt with white and black striped arms.
"What was that all about last night?"
"A really bad nightmare, don't worry about it"
However it was more then just a 'bad nightmare,' Oh yes it was so much more.
Note: This fanfic starts at the end of issue # 7 in the almighty Johnen's writings.
Prologue
".Time for something new..Over the stars."
Within the carnage that is the home number 777 Johnny stood in next to his couch..
*Click*
"Devi?"
**BAM**
Far away from the carnage that is the home number 777, in a different city, in a house numbered 189..
"What the fuck was that all about?" A drowsy young voice said to the darkness.
From the next room came his reply in the form of a young female voice,
"Why the hell are you awake at this hour?"
"That was the worst nightmare I've ever had."
"Well stop complaining and go back to sleep, you woke me up."
************
The sun rose and the alarm went off with its normal annoying screech.
"I'm awake, I'm awake you freaking thing," mumbled the heap of flesh on the bed.
The voice of a middle-aged woman came from downstairs,
"Drake!! Honor!! Get down here now!!!"
"We're coming!!" Drake and Honor chorused together.
Within 10 minutes the pair were dressed and on the bus to their local high school. Honor, in her usual Bohemian look of 'I don't give a fuck as to what you think about me.' While Drake was dressed in his signature punk clothes, large black pants hanging off of his bony frame and a tight black shirt with white and black striped arms.
"What was that all about last night?"
"A really bad nightmare, don't worry about it"
However it was more then just a 'bad nightmare,' Oh yes it was so much more.