Heh. Here's the next chapter. It's probably gonna suck, because I have to rush through it. So, forgive any spelling or grammar-type errors. Eh.

Oh, by the way, I thank my few (two) reviewers. I am keeping in mind what you said about Bath & Body. Maybe I'll fix the first chapter, some other time.

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Johnny stared intently upon the colorful display of flowers set up before him, one of his dark eyes growing squinty with concentration. The tip of his tongue made itself known through the corner of his mouth, and a painfully thin hand darted out to examine a certain flower's petals. Slowly, he drew it back.

/Oh, what kind of flowers do you give a girl as an apology for attempting to murder her?/ he wondered, squeezing the other eye shut and letting out a soft wail of confusion.

The floral vender was watching him, a look of impatience and disgust playing across his haggard features.

"It ain't that hard to pick, buddy," the man said, glaring at the distressed maniac, "A damn flower is a damn flower. Why are you takin' so fucking long?"

Johnny's eyes flashed open, a dangerous spark burning within them. It was a look of utter hatred. But somehow Nny managed to bite down his homicidal urges, reaching for a random plant instead of the blade hidden in his coat.

"Could you help me, sir?" he asked stiffly, his voice a cheerful strain. "See, there's this girl, and--!"

The middle-aged man was fuming. He reached over and plucked out a little potted shrub. "Get her one of these, and beat it, fag." he said, tossing the plant at Johnny.

The psychopath's eyes went dark with pure sadistic hatred, the potted plant flying past him and crashing to the ground beyond, unnoticed.

"You scum," he hissed, "Don't you ever take time out of your busy schedule of conceited, self-serving actions to help another in need? Do you think you're the only one who has wants? Desires? Dreams?"

The grey-haired man was about to make a biting comeback, but the sight of a long, glistening silver blade being drawn from his customer's pocket silenced him. His dirty hazel eyes went wide as saucers behind the thin- rimmed glasses, and he took a hesitant step back.

"You think the whole world revolves around you, don't you? Every customer who comes here, looking to buy is just another spork in your ass, aren't they? You don't really want to sell flowers. You hate this job. And you take it out on your customers. Because misery loves company."

Johnny had slowly, steadily advanced, an eerie sort of liquid grace contained in his every step. The man had unknowingly pinned himself against a wall, and he desperately glanced around for assistance. But the street was deserted.

"P-please! Just leave me alone! I don't want any trouble!" he cried, bring his hands up to shield his face.

Johnny scoffed. "Aw, now you're pleading for your life. Now you feel sorry for what you've done." He narrowed his eyes, dark and sunken from lack of sleep. "This is why you think before you speak. Don't say things you don't mean. If you really don't want trouble, try biting your tongue sometimes."

The floral vender's eyes widened even more, before they screwed shut with pain. A gurgling wail escaped his throat, arms and legs flailing blindly.

Johnny sadistically twisted the blade, which was buried deep within the crook of the guy's neck. Blood was squirting everywhere, as he had punctured a thick vein. Swiftly, he drew the blade from the man's throat, only to stab it deep into his ear canal.

The man let out a shriek of pain, somewhat dulled in intensity due to the huge wound in his neck. He felt the blade being snatched from his ear, and his hands darted up in a weak attempt to shield it from another blow. He only succeeded in getting his fingers stabbed into his ear as well.

"All I asked for was a bit of assistance for picking out a flower for this girl," Johnny shouted above the man's gurgled screams, "Why must you all look down on me like I'm a little dog shit on your lawn, when you are the one that is the scum?"

He again drew the knife from the man's ear, surveying the damage. His sharp stab hand succeeded in hacking off his pointer finger, which was bent at an odd angle and forced inside the ear, twisted and deformed from the blow. Blood leaked vividly from the wound, trickling down the man's chin and joining the blood spraying from the punctured vein in his neck.

Hacking up crimson-colored saliva, the man hunched over and wailed, a gurgled sound distored by the mass amount of blood flooding his lungs.

Through the muffled shrieks, Johnny recognized two words.

"I'm. . . sorry. . ."

The maniac scowled. "Will you watch what you say from now on?" he ventured, staring down on the bleeding man with obvious disgust. The man nodded rapidly, moaning wetly through his pain.

A huge, maniacal smile split across Johnny's face. "Yay! You're a new man now!" He cried happily, clasping his hands together. "I don't have to teach you any more." The bloodied knife was returned to his pocket.

He grinned brightly down on the agony-sticken man, who was about to kill over from blood loss at any given moment. "Show me your happy face!" the psychopath prodded, hands folding neatly behind his back.

The man stiffly raised his head, eyes becoming clouded with his rapidly approaching death. But through his pain, he managed to crack a pain-filled smile up to his murderer, who gave a girlish, "squee!" in response.

"Aw, yay! Now you aren't acting like you have a metal rod up your ass anymore!" Johnny paused, bringing up a skeletal hand to rub against his chin. "Maybe I should consider a career in psychology. . ."

The man was about to bite it, but he still mananged a warbled courtesy laugh. Might as well leave on good terms with his killer.

A sudden cloud of anger crossed over Johnny's face. "I wasn't trying to be funny!" he screamed, redrawing his blade and burying it deep into the man's skull. He instantly died. He had been about to kill over, anyways.

There was a brief pause, in which an author-created clap of thunder sounded overhead. As rain began to sprinkle from the dark clouds, Johnny let out a wistful sigh.

"Aw, fuck. I forgot to ask which flower I should choose."

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Heh. Now, wasn't that an awful murder scene? I need to stop rushing through chapters. But, I have a jam session-type-thing in, like ten minutes, and I can't afford to miss another one. So, I apologize. Next chapter, I will take my time! Just for you guys. Yay. Feel all loved.

I really need to start developing my original characters. They really suck. ^^

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