Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this fanfic like Johnny
they belong to Johnen, The god himself.
Well folks after a long time and a inter break I bring you the next chapter in the story keep the review coming I am glad to know that I have fans of my writing!!!
Chapter 2
Dreams Of A Sinner
..A voice edged into the ends of unconsciousness "Drake".. A feminine voice.."Drake".. A young voice.."DRAKE!!!". unconsciousness shattered and Drake's eyes flew open, his hands reflexively tightening into fists, he felt the hilt of his 7 inch knife in his right hand and in one fluent motion he swung up.Towards the voice.
"What the fuck Drake?!?!?!"
There stood Honor, eyes staring in unbelief and mouth hanging open. Her shirt had a slash across it from her left hip to her right shoulder. Realization came like a flood as to what happened, he had just come within centimeters of killing his sister.
"Oh my god Honor I'm so sorry, I had no idea it was you"
Honor stood there motionless with a confused look on her face.
"Dare I ask who you thought it WAS?"
"Don't ask" Drake replied. "Don't ever ask."
As Honor walked out of his room in a daze Drake peered over at his clock as he replaced the knife on the wall of his closet, He'd been out for 3 hours.
"Fuck I'm going to sleep" he muttered.
After showering Drake crawled into bed, not bothering to throw the covers over himself.
As he was darkness crept into his vision and he fell victim to sleep he was vaguely aware of someone whispering to him."Come, I'm waiting for you." Sleep overcame him.
He floated in darkness, up became down, down became right, left became down. He was nowhere but everywhere at the same time. He was asleep. Slowly, Dreams came to him, Fuzzy at first, like they were not his.
"You're Wacky." Came a voice from a dream that was not his.
"And I suggest you think quickly, for a long life is never a guarantee." Came another.
They started to overlap now, Barely making sense.
"Hey you're house number is 777 isn't that the number for hea----"
"---Does this look like heaven to you?"
"Where the FUCK IS THE BACTINE?!?!"
"You've ruined my li-'
"-After all we are neighbors now."
The onslaught continued each voice bringing thoughts worse then the one before it. Then, it over the din of noise that was this dream came one solid voice. a seemingly familiar voice.
"Time for something new.Over the stars."
Sleep shattered as if it had never been and Drake shot up in his bed in a cold sweat. Running to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach, he still heard the voice reverberating those words over and over again in his head.
"Over the stars...."
Well folks after a long time and a inter break I bring you the next chapter in the story keep the review coming I am glad to know that I have fans of my writing!!!
Chapter 2
Dreams Of A Sinner
..A voice edged into the ends of unconsciousness "Drake".. A feminine voice.."Drake".. A young voice.."DRAKE!!!". unconsciousness shattered and Drake's eyes flew open, his hands reflexively tightening into fists, he felt the hilt of his 7 inch knife in his right hand and in one fluent motion he swung up.Towards the voice.
"What the fuck Drake?!?!?!"
There stood Honor, eyes staring in unbelief and mouth hanging open. Her shirt had a slash across it from her left hip to her right shoulder. Realization came like a flood as to what happened, he had just come within centimeters of killing his sister.
"Oh my god Honor I'm so sorry, I had no idea it was you"
Honor stood there motionless with a confused look on her face.
"Dare I ask who you thought it WAS?"
"Don't ask" Drake replied. "Don't ever ask."
As Honor walked out of his room in a daze Drake peered over at his clock as he replaced the knife on the wall of his closet, He'd been out for 3 hours.
"Fuck I'm going to sleep" he muttered.
After showering Drake crawled into bed, not bothering to throw the covers over himself.
As he was darkness crept into his vision and he fell victim to sleep he was vaguely aware of someone whispering to him."Come, I'm waiting for you." Sleep overcame him.
He floated in darkness, up became down, down became right, left became down. He was nowhere but everywhere at the same time. He was asleep. Slowly, Dreams came to him, Fuzzy at first, like they were not his.
"You're Wacky." Came a voice from a dream that was not his.
"And I suggest you think quickly, for a long life is never a guarantee." Came another.
They started to overlap now, Barely making sense.
"Hey you're house number is 777 isn't that the number for hea----"
"---Does this look like heaven to you?"
"Where the FUCK IS THE BACTINE?!?!"
"You've ruined my li-'
"-After all we are neighbors now."
The onslaught continued each voice bringing thoughts worse then the one before it. Then, it over the din of noise that was this dream came one solid voice. a seemingly familiar voice.
"Time for something new.Over the stars."
Sleep shattered as if it had never been and Drake shot up in his bed in a cold sweat. Running to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach, he still heard the voice reverberating those words over and over again in his head.
"Over the stars...."