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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.

This particular chapter was written by Hailey McCarthy-Goode

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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

Chapter 21~ MMMMM! BRAINS OF SKATERS! AND 450 pound people!

They walked out of the wooshing doors, that opened automatically when

you stepped on a motion sensor in front of it. (Hey, i wonder, what

if a 450 pound person stepped on it, would it break and the doors

would be open forever and a mob of people would come to steal from

the mall because the doors would be open and you could get

ANYTHING!!!! hey, do you weigh 450 pounds?)

They walked to the small grey car parked beside a little volkswagon.

Toys strewn across the floor, and window doily's of winnie the poo

hanging delicately in the sunshiny day, the glasses dirty making the

rays inside the car dirty and dark. WASH ME had been writen in the

dirt on the back window with tiny little fingers that laughed at

daddy when he got mad at them for doing such a horrible, nasty thing

to the family car, making those words being imprinted in the car

forever. They would still be there when it finally got washed... Oh

yes it would. ' And when you drive that car someday son, the WASH ME

will get bigger and embarrass you in front of your punky friends. Now

be a good boy and DIE!'

An 11 year old on a 250$ skateboard began to zoom by as Hotaru's hand

grasped the little ones' shoulder and yanked him off. The skateboard

zoomed along as a car came rearing out of a parking stall and the

wood was blown into a million peices.

"HEY!" shouted the funny little boy, who's head had been bleached

blonde hair that fell down to his shoulders curling upwards. The

traces still there, showing that he was still young and not ready to

play with the older skaters, who would probably beat him to a pulp if

they saw him at THEIR skatepark. Oh yes they would, trust me, they

would. Them skaters are brutal.

"You're going to pay for that bitch!" He shouted, squirming around in

Hotaru's hard clutch, but she would not let him go. Her eyes stared

hard down on him. He looked up and gasped, becoming threatened by her

unyeilding glare.

Johnny looked at Hotaru, his smirk widening slightly, realising what

she was doing. Hotaru opened the door and shoved the kid into the

car.

They sped away as fast as they could. The little car puttered through

town as the kid screamed and yelled and slithered in the back seat of

the car, clawing on the window, trying to get out.

They arrived at the house. The kid was yoinked out of the car. Hotaru

grabbed a peice of wood, and some screws. She placed the kid on to

the board. A drill was pulled out of nowhere. The kid screamed and

cried as Johnny watched on. The drills revolving bit was pushed into

the kids hand. A squelching sound. Blood splayed in midevil fashion

all over the floor of the entrance hall. Tears rolled down his face,

as a screw went into this newly formed hole. Several other holes were

made, in his other hand and through his feet. He was fatened to that

board. A long hook was placed into the boys' skin on the top of his

head. Through a loop was placed rope. Hotaru ran out of the house

with the rest of the rope and tied it to a car.

Children were rushing into it as Hotaru ran back inside. The mother

clambered in, holding her purse and some beach stuff. The children

screamed, "BEACH TIME!"

The motor was turned on. The car backed out of the driveway and sped

off.

The boys' body came slightly off of the wood, but there was no lee

way. The hook that was dug into his skull, started pulling, the

tension beginning to become stronger, and with a blood curdinling

RIIIIPPP sound his skull was ripped off. The car kept on going,

trailing the skull on the rope behind it, Brains oozing out and

skattering across the road.

The skin that had engulphed the skull before now lay on the board,

floppily with the rest of the body.

Hotaru shut the door quick and gazed at Nny who pranced around the

living room, laughing tyrannically, skipping. His hoarse laughter

loud and clear, as the body lay there. The poor skater boy. HAHAHAHA!

Hotaru walked sullenly down the stairs, to her room. Pulled her

gloves out of her pockets, and laid them beside her, with the blade,

and licked them clean.