Johnny was just leaving the 24/7 store with a brain freezy in his hand. This time, for once, it hadn't ended in a bloodbath there.
He made himself comfortable on a bench in the nearby park and enjoyed his drink. He simply let his thoughts wander.
On the bench across from him sat a young woman. She appeared to be in her twenties.
She had long brown-blond hair with black strands.
Her clothes were also of a rather dark color. She wore a dark blue almost black shirt with a wolf print. She also had on black jeans torn at the knees and Chucks.
The woman had a block with a pen in her hand and she kept looking at him. She had a slight smile on her lips.
Surely she was secretly making fun of him.
For a while Johnny tried to ignore it, but after five minutes he couldn't stand it anymore. With a jolt, he stood up and went to her.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he growled at her. The woman looked up at him.
" Huh?" she asked.
"Why do you keep staring at me. Are you making fun of me?" he asked louder now.
Her look seemed a little intimidated.
"Oh no, no absolutely not," she tried to calm him down.
" And why are you doing it? he asked.
"Not to make fun of you. I wouldn't do anything like that. I'm only doing it because of this," she replied, holding the block in front of him.
On it was a sketch of him holding the brain feezy. Johnny calmed down.
" Oh ok. That looks good," he said, thinking briefly of his old drawings from the past. He had once made great works of art as well. But all that was left was a stick figure named Happy Noodle Boy.
" Thanks for the compliment" the woman said and smiled.
Suddenly, Johnny's vision fell on her forearms. On it he recognized line-shaped scars. Apparently she had once cut herself. He looked up at her questioningly.
The woman noticed where his gaze rested. She pulled back her arms.
"Oh um, that' s nothing. I'll tattoo it over soon," she said quickly.
"What happened?" he asked.
The woman looked at him hesitantly. But Johnny continued to look at her with a questioning look. Then she gave herself a jolt.
" The scars are from my school days. Back then I was bullied by all my classmates," she answered.
"Why?" asked Johnny.
"I don't know. Maybe it was because I didn't go along with every shit they did. Maybe because I was too quiet or because my grades weren't the best, I just don't know. Anyway, I had it all bottled up and I felt worthless and soon started to cut myself," she explained.
Johnny had to think about what kind of mental pain a person could inflict on someone and he got slightly angry.
" Awful. There are very few good people. The others are all assholes. Did you at least get revenge on them?" he asked.
"Believe me, I thought of that. I had thought of the worst ways to do it. But I never put them into action," she replied.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because then I would be much crueler than them and I didn't want to be seen as such a person," she replied.
This statement surprised Johnny. He couldn't understand what would be so bad about it.
"But your suffering would have ended. In my opinion they deserved it for what they did" he said.
"I don't think so. They were still teenagers and they like to try things out. I think they feel differently about it now. Maybe they are regretting it now," she said.
"I don't think so. It just taught them to trample on others," Johnny said coldly.
"I don't think so. In my opinion, everyone can change," she said.
Johnny just looked at her thoughtfully. He never had a conversation like this with another human being. This woman seemed to be one of the few good people.
"Well that's just my opinion. Everyone has their own, after all," she said.
He just continued to stare at her. Her statements were ghosting around in his head.
But gradually he got the urge to go home. Because the wall needed fresh blood again. But there was one more thing he wanted to know before he left.
"What is your name?" he asked her.
The woman smiled.
"My name is Jenny. But friends call me Jen," she replied.
" Nice to meet you Jen. I'm Johnny C. But you can call me Nny. " he introduced himself.
Jenny smiled. "If you called us both by our nicknames, it would be Jenny," she said, amused.
Johnny stared at her blankly for a moment and then started laughing.
"That little play on words was really good," he said.
"Really? I thought that one was pretty bad," Jenny said.
"I didn't. But anyway, I'm afraid I have to go now," he said.
"Ok. Take care Nny. I hope we see each other again," she said.
Johnny smiled. "You better hope not," was all he said and left.
Once home, he grabbed a long butcher knife and disappeared into the lower levels of his house.
There in the middle of a room hung a young man with his arms tied to the ceiling.
"I'm sorry. I'm a little late," Johnny said, walking toward him.
The man looked at him in fear.
"No please don't! Let me go!" he shouted.
Johnny paused for a moment. Jenny's words came back to him, "In my opinion, anyone can change."
Johnny stared at the man. Could Jenny really be right?
"What's the matter you faggot? Don't have the guts to kill me?" the man suddenly shouted at him. This provoked Johnny. He raised the knife and cut off the man's head and arms.
Jenny was wrong. People can not change.