Pleasure In Pain

Chapter 4

Nny opened the door to the Taco Hell and sat down in a secluded and empty booth in the corner of the room; his headphones blaring 'Moonlight Sonata' as he walked. He glanced at his glowing wrist, which read 7:24. ::She'll be here any minute.:: he trailed off to himself.

::What if you don't mutilate her body tonight? ::A voice in the back of Johnny's mind asked. ::And what? Stoop to their level?:: Nny defended. He was especially annoyed because the voice was very different from that of the Rev, who was back at his kitchen. ::Johnny, do you have any idea what you're missing? You'd be cared about. You'd matter. You could be LOVED!:: "I don't need that kind of thing," Johnny murmured aloud. ::So what do you need? To quench your bloodlust? You don't have a bloodlust Johnny. You remain a mindless slave to a non-existent being you haven't even seen or heard!:: ::Better that then a slave to emotion::, Johnny argued. ::Johnny, you control your emotions. Are you so blind you cannot see that?::

"Just shut up," Johnny silenced Voice and he obeyed. Nny, who had had his face in his hands for the whole mental debate, looked up and jumped slightly when he was met with a pair of ice cold blue eyes. "There you are," Brandi smiled. "Yeah," he said, looking at her eyes as opposed to into them. There was something he saw, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He also couldn't help the feeling in the back of his mind that she may have even intimidated him on a low level. He dismissed the slight idea and replaced it with a scenario of killing her that involved the gouging of her eyes. He smiled at the thought, but the flicker of something vaguely familiar in her eyes continued to tug at his confidence.

"Well let's get some food," Brandi stood up, revealing her attire for the evening. She had on a pair of baggy black cargo pants and a black long sleeve shirt with the thumbholes at the ends of the sleeves. She had a black messenger bag strapped across her body, with patches and pins, with names of bands and some smartass comments on them, attached to it. Johnny stood as well and towered over her. He looked down at her and was greeted with pleasure from the thought of how his frame should be making her nervous. Nny smiled at her evilly. They walked side by side to the register. Behind it stood a tall blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl, who was checking her reflection in a compact mirror and was ignoring the two in front of her. "Ahem," Brandi cleared her throat noticeably. The girl turned her annoyed eyes to the person who had dared to interrupt her. "What do you want?" the girl asked. Brandi held back her anger by biting her lower lip. "I would like to order two chicken quesadillas and two Cherry Fiz Wizes, if it isn't too much trouble," the girl in black said through clenched teeth. "Well, it is," the girl snapped. For the first time she looked at Johnny, surveyed him and then back at Brandi and did the same. "Besides, we don't serve freaks," she said smugly and returned to her reflection.

Johnny jerked forward slightly in an attempt to jump the teller, but held back. Brandi threw her hand forward and braced herself against the counter to control the urge to slice her head off with the sickle in her bag. "C'mon, Brandi, let's go to the 24-7," Johnny grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. "Yes, Johnny, that's a good idea," she put her hand over his, neither taking their eyes from the waste of life in front of them. The two walked out of the restaurant, Nny behind Brandi. Making sure she didn't see, Johnny slipped the backpack he was wearing off. He dropped it silently and continued out the door. After he was about 50 feet from the door to Taco Hell, he stopped. "Shoot, Brandi, I left my bag in there. I'll be right back," Johnny called running back. About thirty seconds after he entered the building, a high pitched shriek of pain and terror stabbed the air. It was cut off shortly, though. A minute passed and Johnny again emerged wiping off his forehead with his arm. "What was that noise?" Brandi inquired, amusement showing in her voice. "What noise?" Johnny asked, putting his arm around her and with a demonic smile on his face led her to his car.

The two ended up going to a nearby McDonald's drive through for dinner. After taking the food from Nny, Brandi navigated him to 666 Eveil Drive, her house. "Come on in," she smiled to Johnny and opened his car's door. After slamming it behind her she rushed to the door, leaving Nny at the car. He caught up quickly, using his elongated legs to his advantage. She unlocked the door and allowed him to go first. She smiled to herself when he passed her by. ::It will be great to put an end to such a threat.:: it was KK's voice. ::What do you mean such a great threat?:: she inquired defensively to the sound. ::This human is a threat to your quest for vengeance and immunity. To end his life would be a wonderful victory:: Killa explained. ::I have no threats, KK, you know that. He's just some guy, we already had this discussion. I'm not going to fight with you over this again::