JTHM: The Gemini Chronicles
Hello everybody! After many requests, my story is finally back up and just about finished there is one chapter left for me to write. Thank you everyone who asked for it, I appreciate it.
Johnny and all associated characters from the original works of JtHM are copyrighted to the god Jhonen Vasquez.
Time frame is after JtHM#7 and between I Feel Sick #1 and #2.
I hope you enjoy!
~The Archer
ISSUE ONE
Johnny meets his match?
DEAR DIE-ARY,
AS FAR AS MY ATTEMPTS TO ERRADICATE THIS MANIFESTATION OF HUMAN EMOTIONS FROM MYSELF BRINGS ME, I STILL EVERY NOW AND THEN SEEM TO REGRESS INTO A LAPSE OF MY FORMER SELF; 'CARING' ABOUT THE SHIT OF THE PATHETIC MINDS THAT INCESSENTLY RIDDLE THIS PATHETIC GLOBE…
Nny strolls down the sidewalk, the humid night air causing him to be a tad unhappy. As he walks by the window of a quaint little pizza parlor, whistling to himself, Nny spots a sign advertising…
"Cherry Brain Freezys! I smile!" Johnny opens the door to the parlor, reaching into his backpack for some money. He gets in line behind a strange green dog and a few moments later he is slurping on a freezy and starting back down the sidewalk, through the parlor's outside table area. Nny's just about to transgress back into his thoughts when the shrill laughter of a gaggle of high school preps interrupts him.
"Well would you look at that thing!" one of them sounds. Nny gives a quick glance over his shoulder as a snobbish, pointy nosed redhead gives her piece of mind.
"That flamer who looks like a wanna be Goth?" she trumpets. "Honestly, this city has so much trash."
Nny bristles at this but tries his best to ignore it. However, she continues on her tirade.
"Oh how I hate those Goth whiners, always complaining about how they're judged by their looks and then dare to look like that skinny fag."
Nny's rising contempt gets the best of him. He steps up to the table and looks her right in the face.
"You should watch your tongue, lest you may lose it," he says with one of his creepy smiles and continues on down the street.
"He was creepy," one of her friends comments as they watch him walk away. The girl shrugs and moves to her next victim.
"There's another one! Why in God's name would someone want to dye their entire head aquamarine?!"
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Johnny crouches behind a bus stop bench, waiting. As he spots the vile little red head walking down the street, Nny grabs a pairs of fairly long carving knives out of his ever stocked backpack. He's just about to rush the chick and shove her into the alleyway across from him when some other shadow reaches out of the alley and drags her screaming in with it. Nny, fairly confused and a tad angry he didn't get her first, rushes over to investigate.
As Nny steps into the alley, he hears the terrified sobs of the red head along with the snickers of a new feminine voice.
"Aw, poor baby; no witty insults this time? I suppose now you know to watch out for who you poke fun at," the new voice drawls in a southern accent.
"P…p…please…d…don..." the redhead heaves.
"P…p…please what? Don't kill you?" The strange voice mocks as the red heads screams. As Nny steps further in, being sure to hide himself in the shadows, he sees the redhead's scalp beings partially sliced off by the towering, female figure; it was too dark for Nny to see much detail.
"As if red hair's better than aquamarine; y'all need to consider openin' your horizons more hun…" the female stops and looks up as Nny accidentally kicks a can he hadn't noticed lying on the ground.
"Who's there?" the female calls warningly, then she spots Nny in the shadows as the red head slumps to ground, shivering. The female snorts in amusement. "Beat it anorexic! This is between me and the prep."
"Hardly, I saw her first," Nny finally pipes up, peeved at this obvious novice. "I have a particular claim to ripping out her tongue." Nny wields his knives which he had until then been hiding behind his back.
"Ha! I'd like to see you try!" the female taunts, spinning her own pair of bloody daggers, identical to Johnny's. Nny makes a quick lunge at her. Finding her surprisingly strong, his blow is easily deflected.
"That the best you got? Nice stilettos by the way." She says and is about to make a counterattack when the red head finally gathers enough strength and starts to sprint off. The female spins around in dismay, and then deftly hurls one her stilettos at the fleeing back. It hits head on and goes straight through her back, shoving her heart out the other side of the body. The red head stops for a moment, shocked, then clatters to the ground, dead. The female sighs.
"Now look what you made me do! Killin' 'em right away is never any fun," the female whines. Nny stands shocked at the female's good aim as she stalks over to the body and attempts to pull her thrown weapon out. "People like you bother me. Probably just finished watching 'American Psycho' or something and decide to come out and give a try; pathetic. But isn't that how most serial killers get started? Either that or they just heard about the freak that went on the mass killing spree in that one town. I believe the police said he had a vampirism syndrome, drained his victims' blood and drank it or something…"
"I DIDN'T DRINK THEIR BLOOD!" Nny shouts, lunging at her once again. The female blocks him high and slashes upward, leaving a fairly long cut above his eyebrow with a smaller dagger she pulls from her boot, as the bigger knife can't be dislodged from the red head's back.
"Ooo that hit a nerve!" the female comments. "Are you claiming to the perv who raped that girl too..." Nny swipes at her again.
"I WOULD NEVER!" The female parries high. "IT WAS A COPY CAT!" Nny narrowly dodges her counterattack. "I KILLED THAT FREAK…" The female clocks Nny upside the head with her heel and send him clattering to the ground, one of his daggers flying out of his hand. The female steps on his other wrist, forcing him to drop the second knife. Nny squints his eyes but he still can't make out the female's facial features aside from her aquamarine hair pulled back in a ponytail, several strands of it falling out.
"Really?" She says coolly, not even slightest bit winded. "Good, because if you did I would have had to kill you too. How disgusting..." She says, more to herself more than anyone else. She makes an impressive backwards flip on to the dumpster. "See ya around." She blows him a cocky kiss, and then gracefully leaps off disappearing.
Nny, seething with anger, quickly gets up and retrieves his weapons. Using his new found contempt for the chick to hold back the memories, he walks over to the body and easily pulls the knife out of it. After looking after where she disappeared for a moment, he leaves the alley to retrieve his backpack, not quite sure why he's keeping her abandoned stiletto.