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.
Chapter 1
"The Voice"
"Just a bad nightmare huh?" "It must have been one hell of a nightmare to have you screaming like that" Honor muttered.
"I heard that"
"Heard what?" came a new voice from in front of the pair.
"Oh hey Ryn I didn't see you" said Honor as she got up to admit Ryn, A reasonably taller girl a little younger then Honor, into her half-vacant bus seat.
"What the hell are you two talking about?"
"Oh just my little brothers mental problems and his scary dreams that he had last night" cooed Honor innocently.
"Since when are my personal issues a topic for discussion Honor?"
"Since I made them a topic" was Honor's reply as she stuck her tongue out at him.
After another twenty minutes of bickering the bus finally rolled into the school's parking lot.
The rest of the day proceeded as every other day did. Until he got home that night.
Honor was staying after school until late with her art teacher to work on her art portfolio for college. So Drake did as he always did when he was home alone, walked into his room, flipped on his computer and turned on a game. After about ten minutes of mindless gaming he was about to curse out his computer for being so damn good at this game when something smashed into the back of his head throwing his face into the desk.
"What the fuck?" Drake muttered as he vision cleared.
Looking around for what or who had hit him he saw nothing or no one. Panic began to grip him. He quickly stood up and ran over to his closet being very careful not to be seen. Pushing the clothes hanging in his closet aside he saw several reflections on he back wall of his closet. Reaching towards the reflections he grabbed one and pulled it off the wall securing it in his hand.
"Try to fuck with me will you" He muttered as he looked at his reflection glinting off of the 7 inches of knife blade.
Drake had an affinity for knives he didn't know why, he just liked having them, having them all sharp.
With seemingly practiced skill he searched his entire house finding all of the doors locked and not a soul there but himself
"Guess I'm alone" muttered Drake angrily. "And I was so hoping to kick someone's ass"
"You're not alone Drake." said a voice coming seemingly from all around him.
"Who the.Where are you show yourself you fucking bastard!!" Screamed Drake as he swung the knife around him in a vain attempt to find the voice.
"You will NEVER be alone Drake.never again!!" Moaned the voice, it seemed almost in pain as it spoke.
"Show yourself and ill make myself alone again real fast!"
"NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN!!" screamed the voice over and over.
"Get out of my house!!" "Get out now!!!"
"I'll leave Drake, but you will need something to remember me by.. hmmm perhaps THIS!!"
Pain shot through the back of Drake's head as if someone had stabbed him. Unable to handle this pain Drake collapsed. As his blackness crept in along the edges of his vision Drake could hear the voice laughing at him, laughing at his pain.
Chapter 1
"The Voice"
"Just a bad nightmare huh?" "It must have been one hell of a nightmare to have you screaming like that" Honor muttered.
"I heard that"
"Heard what?" came a new voice from in front of the pair.
"Oh hey Ryn I didn't see you" said Honor as she got up to admit Ryn, A reasonably taller girl a little younger then Honor, into her half-vacant bus seat.
"What the hell are you two talking about?"
"Oh just my little brothers mental problems and his scary dreams that he had last night" cooed Honor innocently.
"Since when are my personal issues a topic for discussion Honor?"
"Since I made them a topic" was Honor's reply as she stuck her tongue out at him.
After another twenty minutes of bickering the bus finally rolled into the school's parking lot.
The rest of the day proceeded as every other day did. Until he got home that night.
Honor was staying after school until late with her art teacher to work on her art portfolio for college. So Drake did as he always did when he was home alone, walked into his room, flipped on his computer and turned on a game. After about ten minutes of mindless gaming he was about to curse out his computer for being so damn good at this game when something smashed into the back of his head throwing his face into the desk.
"What the fuck?" Drake muttered as he vision cleared.
Looking around for what or who had hit him he saw nothing or no one. Panic began to grip him. He quickly stood up and ran over to his closet being very careful not to be seen. Pushing the clothes hanging in his closet aside he saw several reflections on he back wall of his closet. Reaching towards the reflections he grabbed one and pulled it off the wall securing it in his hand.
"Try to fuck with me will you" He muttered as he looked at his reflection glinting off of the 7 inches of knife blade.
Drake had an affinity for knives he didn't know why, he just liked having them, having them all sharp.
With seemingly practiced skill he searched his entire house finding all of the doors locked and not a soul there but himself
"Guess I'm alone" muttered Drake angrily. "And I was so hoping to kick someone's ass"
"You're not alone Drake." said a voice coming seemingly from all around him.
"Who the.Where are you show yourself you fucking bastard!!" Screamed Drake as he swung the knife around him in a vain attempt to find the voice.
"You will NEVER be alone Drake.never again!!" Moaned the voice, it seemed almost in pain as it spoke.
"Show yourself and ill make myself alone again real fast!"
"NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN!!" screamed the voice over and over.
"Get out of my house!!" "Get out now!!!"
"I'll leave Drake, but you will need something to remember me by.. hmmm perhaps THIS!!"
Pain shot through the back of Drake's head as if someone had stabbed him. Unable to handle this pain Drake collapsed. As his blackness crept in along the edges of his vision Drake could hear the voice laughing at him, laughing at his pain.