Use Me

By Mileena

An: uhm. OOC Nazis back off. My story. Hmmm. I don't believe in ratings, but you rating Nazis. This may escalate from R TO HIGHER so you little *oh that's so not Johnny* nazis blow me. Uhhh. I don't own anything in here except Mazzy and Iries and this plot. The chair I own on I don't even own, It's my granma's who I have lovingly nicknamed Grandma Hatey for her mean-ness The only thing I own that's on/with me right now is my jewelry and clothes. See. Don't sue you mean evil nazis.

AN2: This was written because its something similar along the lines of what just happened to me...only soo very much has been changed *stabs herself* Wow. I used a lot of "Nazi' in my speech.

Oh and I think this may be my first chaptered Johnny fic. Go Me!

--Mileena

Chapter8 Synopsis- No words can describe how awesome this chapter will be. I think its safe to say we don't need to seg-way to the past anymore! The only thing that's confusing is telling Mazzy and Iries apart. This may be very...disturbing.

Chapter 8- Steal away part of my life

I pull up to the ugly suburban house. I had spent five years here. Five years of lies, five years of complete and utter hell.

I know I sport my most manic smile. I grab the gallons of gas and my knives after carefully placing the brainfreezy in the cup holder.

There are two cars parked here. One I do recognize has the real Mazzy's, and the other is quite foreign, but I do not care.

I walk in like nothing has happened, and I hear bursts of laughter. I peek in and see the body of Mazzy; she is talking to several of those guy friends. She seems to carry herself like someone who is comfortable inside them. I sneak past the room and I go into the room I once shared with Iries.

The Emo girl is sleeping on the mattress. She wakes up as soon as she hears me drag my scimitar across her wall. I close and lock the door. She is still the awkward looking girl, despite that she must be at least twenty, twenty-one.

"Nny! You came back...You got my stuff?!" Yes. It's the girl I spent my 'vacation' with. I walk closer to her, my grin getting bigger. She isn't the slightest bit worried. I sit on the bed with her, my blade that's tucked in my boot comes out, and I hold it to her collarbone, She is starting to get a little nervous as the blade comes in contact with skin and draws a sliver amount of blood.

I wrap my freehand around her, and bring her in to a fervent kiss, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. She winces.

"You used me..." I whisper into her ear, dragging the blade lightly up her spinal cord, it makes a small path of blood, reminding me of someone getting his or her first tattoo. I keep her mouth shut taking her silk blue nightshirt with my dagger. "You like a little role-play, don't you, sweetie?"

I think she is finally catching on, but she nods. "Lets let you be the one that gets used this time, shall we?" She nods.

I don't think she even knows she just gave a mutual agreement to have her killed. This should be very easy.

I kiss her again, and I find that she is working well, getting my pants off.

[So she wants things that way, does she?]

She pushes herself on top of me, such a bestial nymphomaniac she is. I lock my teeth around her throat, my hands at either side of me right now as she quickly rides me.

This is almost amusing

I bite her throat viciously, I hear a small cry escape through her lips, but I know she is quite turned on by all this. I push her down, My blade dragging up from the side of her thigh up, still fucking her at small pace trying to make her feel like she is still safe.

[This is what its like to be used.]

I lean down and bite just above her nipple, that's always her most tender spot, and I stab my knife just above her bellybutton. She screams but I silence her with my tongue down her throat. I pull out my knife, fucking her a little harder now, and I hold her new wound with my other hand, her eyes looking a little worried. I wipe the blood off on her breasts, and then licking them sweetly until I get to one of her nipples and bite down hard.

[She deserves every bit of this]

Finally, it feels like she has had enough and is about to orgasm. I lean down in her ear and whispers just that..."This is what it feels like to be used, my dear. You deserve every bit of this." I pull out of her, getting my pants back on, leaning down to the wound that could be considered a new belly button, its not too deep. I kiss it, looking into her eyes. She smiles, she trusts me

Never Trust Me.

I take carbon hooks out of my coat pocket; I hold my dagger above her hip. "Are you honestly sorry, Iries?" I ask, contorting my voice to its depressive, innocent tone.

"I love you, My Nny."

I tell her wrong answer, and jam my hook into the belly button wound. She screams but I slap her, and then dig my dagger in her hip. Blood is flowing massively, its almost beautiful. I drag my hook into her, creating a bigger hole, and a track leading to her sex. I take my dagger, the hooks work is down. I take it out of her hip, and I sit Iries up, I drag it down her back. I get up and take one of the gallons of gas, and spread it out evenly around the room

Around the soon to be faded memories.

I stop in front of the window. The moon shines in; the stars have seen what I have done. Do they agree with it? I smile turning around and looking at her body. She is still breathing, but it seems its very labored, death is coming soon. I look at the stars once more.

I can't hang onto these memories they agree with me they have to. I move out of the way, the light from the moon shines so beautifully onto her. I walk to her hair, and I take a lock of it. I leave my knives

They are much to diseased to come back. I exit the room.

I sneak to the sound of Mazzy's voice. Her back, and the guy's backs are towards me they are watching a movie. They conversation they are having is so filthy, something about a threesome, right then right now.

[How can anything be as disgusting as what you just did, Johnny?] I ask myself, and its true. So very true.

I cut a bit of Mazzy's beautiful red hair just as she leans over and kiss one of the guys. I know the feeling he is getting. Her lips are so delicious.

I sneak to the front door, and lock the very bottom lock, the ones that go into a little hole on the ground.

I leave from the garage area; quietly I pour the gasoline in there. I open the door as quiet as possible, and then take the remaining gas out on the lawn, and the house.

I get my brainfreezy from the car, and pack of matches. I calmly take a sip, and then I open the matchbox.

I throw them onto the yard.

It was like the fourth of July. The flames were so beautiful. The screams were so pleasing. The stupid people couldn't figure out why the door wouldn't open, they couldn't break the window without the help of a brick or something heavier due to suburban housing. I got in my car, and drove away, the memories fading as the flames rose higher.

That was great.