Before you start reading, I would like to say that I really enjoyed writing this chapter ^^ It's done in Sam's P.O.V, or Point Of View. Some major angst and stuff ahead o.o;;;

It was near midnight and the full moon hung ominously over the dank city, illuminating the dark empty streets. An alley cat meows as it knocks over a garbage can, then scurries off as my lone figures shadow ghosted over the pavement, mimicking my walk.

Fast, stealthy, silent I was as I sneaked around a corner and pressed myself against the brick wall of a building, quietly edging my way down till I was under a small window with thick metal bars.

It's high, but I think I can make it. I take a few steps back, then run towards the wall, placing a foot on it as I jump up and grab hold of one of the bars. Success! I pull myself up, hissing in pain as the grainy bricks scrape against my skin.

I peek inside the darkened room, seeing a lump on what appears to be a cot. Hmm, must be asleep. Maybe I can get through these bars. It'll be a tight squeeze…I put my leg and my arm through the bars, okay doing good so far.

Erk…so I had an average belly, big deal. All those supermodels can kiss my all natural-non-silicone-ass! I suck in my gut while I mentally rant about supermodels some more, then finally the rest of my body. Woah, what were those guys smoking when they built this place?

I'm mildly surprised that Johnny hasn't escaped through the window yet. He certainly is skinny enough to. I look over to the cot, but I saw nothing more than the rumpled sheets. Hey, wasn't he just sleeping a moment ago.

Then, it dawned on me. Johnny doesn't slee--! A cold thin hand constricted around my neck, cutting off airflow. I panic and start to flail around, as I feared for my life. I was about to scream, but another hand clamped over mouth and nose.

I completely stopped and just stood there, limp in his arms. "Why are you here?" he breathed against my ear, causing me to shudder against him, which must have disgusted him because he let go of me. Either that or he realized who I was.

I turn around and face him as he skulks back to his cot, wearing that orange jumpsuit that all the prisoners wear, all big and baggy. Ugh, Johnny didn't look good in orange clothing or baggy clothes for that matter.

"Why are you hear?" he repeats coldly, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his knuckles. I wince and bite my lip, swallowing the lump that started to form in my throat. "I dunno. Couldn't sleep." I reply, detached from my words.

After a long and awkward silence, he finally utters, "Yeah, I know that feeling." Another prolonged silence. Jeez, I hate it when I can't find anything to say. I always feel so stupid. "J…Johnny?" he lifts his head to look at me, with those eyes.

They seem cold and dead, but there's a tiny light…could it be some kind of emotion? I shake my head and close my eyes. "Did you blow up that building?" I can imagine the look he's giving me, that appalled expression etched into his stony face.

I dare myself and I slowly opened one eye. He's staring at the ground, his long fingers flexing from underneath his chin. "I was framed," Aha! I knew it! I wanted to scream, to cry out, 'Hey world, I was right!' in my usually loud nature.

But I kept quiet, a small smile on my face. If I danced around, doing my Happy Butt Dance and shouting nonchalantly I knew I would freak Johnny out, and that's not the wisest thing to do. Plus they were other cells, but Johnny's was at the back of the room, so at least we could talk without being heard.

"It was Mistress Mayhem. She's a crazy psycho bitch." I wait patiently and soak up his words as he takes a deep breath. I know he's not done yet. "She's been trying to put me in jail for years now. She calls me and pretends to be one of my enemies.

She tells me where she is, I rush down there, then, what do ya know! The cops are there, picking up guns and crap that were left, then I'm in the middle of a bloody mess and they think I did it! Ugh, this always happens…"

He runs his fingers through his hair, exhaling loudly. Gee, it feels as if I'm talking to a normal person, having a decent conversation. Hmm, odd. "What does she look like?" "Blonde hair, black clothing, blah, blah, blah."

He sneers and gags, pointing a finger at his open mouth to make it appear as if he's puking, making me laugh a little. See? This is all he needs. Just a person to talk to, to hear him out. He's not some crazy bastard reeking havoc; he's simply lost.

Ah jeez, my eyes start to sting as tears start to form. I berate myself. Why do I have to care so much about people I hardly even know?! I swallow hard and bring my knees up to my chest, then wrap my arms around them. Maybe he won't notice.

I barely sniffle, and his head snaps up and looks at me, slightly concerned. Damn, he has good hearing. I hang my head, hiding my tears and avoided his gaze. There's a war going on inside his head, I can tell. He doesn't know if he should ask if I'm okay or not.

He mumbled something, but I wasn't sure what he said, so I just nodded, even though I was starting to cry harder. Heh, at least I'm not wailing like a drunken cat like I used to when I was little. He probably knows I'm crying.

"You should leave," that broke me. I rushed into Johnny's arms and hugged him, sobbing on his chest. I don't know why I was crying, but I really care about him. If the people around me are happy, then I'm happy.

I've always had the need to try and make people happy. Just to see Johnny smile would make my day. Why though? Why do I care so much? Maybe because he ki…um, sent Randy away, and it improved my life. Without knowing it, he went out of his way to make my moms' life better, to make my life better.

As the past flooded back to me, my body was racked with sobs. I couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop hurting. What would happen if Johnny had to stay in prison his whole life? To never bathe in the sunlight, to never walk among the streets…to never again feel what it's like to be free…

I was crying my heart out, my tears staining my cheeks and dampening Johnny's shirt. Hey…what does he think about this? Why hasn't he shoved me away? I can feel him squirming uneasily, but I don't want to let go of him.

Please Johnny…please don't push me aside…

"Why…why do you cry for me?" he asks, his voice soft, which catches me off guard. I open my mouth and try to answer, but the words don't come out, I just cry harder and hold onto him as if for dear life. I feel so stupid right now.

He waits for me to calm down, which seems to take forever for me. I take a deep, shaky breath and whispered in a raspy voice, "I care about you, Johnny," I clench my eyes shut, dreading his reaction.

He just sits there, staring at me; his eyes are wide and confused. I wonder what he's thinking. Aw, jeez. He's gonna hate me for being all touchy-feely!

I slowly lift my head, my bloodshot eyes meeting his cloudy gray ones. They were…gentle. Was he smiling? I wouldn't know; I was too afraid to stare at anything else but those eyes. I lose track of time; him and I just stay like this, for hours it seems.

My eyelids start to droop as I fight to stay awake, but it's a losing battle. I finally tear myself away from the warmth I shared with him, and make my way to the window, but as I jump atop the sink to reach it, I hear the almost inaudible words, "Thank you,"

I turn my head to see him looking down where I had just been, his hands shaking. My lips quiver as I see a small tear hit the ground. He's crying. He looks up at me with a sad/confused look, and I try to give him my best smile.

"Don't worry Johnny. I will destroy the evil that is Mistress Mayhem, and undo what has been done. I promise" And with that, I exit and silently slip back into the shadows.

Wow, this was shorter than I thought oO;; I like P.O.V's. They rock. Next chapter, our favorite teen trios go out in search of Mistress Mayhem! Whoo-hoo! Johnny's innocent! ^__^