Disclamer: I don't own any JtHM stuff, not even the books (bummer). Actually, the only thing I do own that has anything to do with JtHM is the internet (I love you Internet). Oh, another thing, Johnny may be OOC because the only time I get to read anything is on the internet and on the not to often trips to the book store, so don't kill me. Other then that. Enjoy!

Looking for a house

The sun was shining brightly down on a nice looking town, the sidewalks were bustling with life and so were the streets. Cars sped past each other, the streets was filled with cars, and in one of these cars was non other then Johnny C. This town reminded him of his old town, except there were no remains of blown up buildings. He looked around at the different shops, searching for something when he saw a shop that read "Real Estate Tours".
"This should do," he said, turning into the parking lot. He got out of the car and was ready to lock up when he realized something. "Do I really need my knives," He thought of a second, then opened the door to his car. "I don't think so," He took all the knives from his coat and backpack. But as he was taking the last two knives out of his backpack, he started to think again. "Well, maybe only two." He put the two knives back in his bag and locked up his car. Then he walked into the building.
The first thing he saw when he walked it, were the staring eyes of the people waiting. It seemed that nobody in this town had seen someone dress like him before. Johnny noticed a mother covering the eyes of her son as he walked pass and another guy just stared at him. Johnny fought back the erg to cut them in half and walked to the main desk. "Um. I'm looking for a house," he said to the women behind the desk.
The women behind the desk looked up to him and smiled. The smile was obviously forced because that was her job. "Then you've come to that right place, sir. Here at Real Estate Tours, you tell us what kind of house you're looking for and we'll give you a tour of the houses that we have that fit that profile," she paused to take a drink of water. "Then after you look at the houses, you come back here to discuss the price. So, what kind of house are you looking for, Mister.?"
"Johnny C. but you can call me Nny for short," Nny responded.
"Ok, Mr. C., what kind of house are you looking for?" The women repeated.
"Well." Nny thought. "I'm looking for a one story house that's on the suburbs of town and has a fence," He thought for a little more than added in "Oh, and I'd like it to be far enough from the other houses to have a lot of privacy."
The women listened, and then smiled another forced smile. "It seems that we have some houses that fit that profile, Mr. C. Wait one moment while I get your tour guild." The women got up and walked into the back.
A few moments later the women came back with a man that looked like a total dork. "This will be your guild and will show you all the houses that fit the profile of house you want."
The man pushed up his glasses and looked at Johnny. "Well, Mr. C., if you'd come out to my car I can take you to the houses."
Johnny shook his head. "I have my own car, I'll fallow you."
"Ok," the man said, looking quite relieved. Nny's eyes narrowed, still fighting the erg to chop them all in half and turned toward the door. He walked out the door, fallowed by his tour guild. Johnny got into his car and the tour man got into his. Johnny pulled out of his parking space and then waited for the man to get in front of him. The tour man did so quickly and they were soon on their way to the suburbs of the town.

It took them about 20 minutes to get to the first house. The tour man's car pulled up in front of it and Nny pulled up behind him. Johnny met the tour man outside the entice of the house. "No," Nny said before the tour man could say anything.
"Why, Mr. C.," The tour man asked. "It's such a nice little house."
Johnny looked at him then pointed at the fence. "The fence, it's only in the front of the house, it doesn't go all the around."
"Oh," The tour man said, a little disappointed. "Well, we still have some more houses to tour." The tour man headed back to his car.
Johnny fallowed and soon they were off to the next house. The house they arrived at next was a little bigger then the last one. The two met on the front lawn. The tour man cleared his throat and started. "This house was built in the early 1950s. It's original owners."
"No, " Nny said interrupting the tour man.
The tour man looked at him. "And what's wrong wit this one? The fence goes all the way around the house."
Nny looked at him. "It's not far enough away from the other houses," He turned and started to walk toward his car.
The tour man looked after him. "If he didn't like this house then he will definitely not like the other houses." He said to himself. Then suddenly something clicked in his mind. "Maybe this guy will take the old psycho's house,"
Nny looked back at him. "Why are you just standing there, aren't you going to show me some more houses?"
The tour man turned and ran to his car. "I have a house you will probably like," He got in and drove off, fallowed by Nny.

They arrived at the third house about 15 minutes later. The tour man and Johnny pulled up in front of it. The house looked much like his old house. There two large windows in the front and an off center door. Ironically, the number of the house was 777. It seemed the only difference between that and his old house, was there were no boarded up windows. Johnny got out of his car before the tour man and started to walk around the house. The house's fence went all the way around and it seemed a nice distance from the other houses. Johnny grinned.
The tour man got out of his car and looked at Johnny. "What do you think?"
"It's nice, exactly what I was looking for," Nny said, now standing next to the tour man.
"The only owner of this house committed suicide somewhere in the woods about a year and a half ago. But it was no great lose. The man was a lunatic, always mumbling things under his breath and he dressed rather queerly. Well, anyway, he not missed around here and. Oh. he left his furniture. So, any questions?" The man finished and smiled at Johnny.
Johnny looked at him. "That wasn't nice," he said, taking off his backpack. "So, just for that, you'll give me the house for free."
The smile vanished and the man looked at Johnny confused. "What?"
"It was rude of you to talk about a dead man like that. How do you know he was a lunatic, he could have been smarter then you," Nny stated as he opened up his bag. "Now, I say again, you'll give me the house for free,"
"FOR FREE," the man shouted. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD I GIVE YOU THIS HOUSE FOR FREE JUST FOR TALKING ABOUT SOME FUCKING DEAD GUY. YOU'RE AS LOONY AS THE OLD PCYCHO WAS!!"
Johnny looked at him. "Fine," Suddenly, Nny pulled the two knives out of his bag and began slashing at the man, who screamed in pain. The tour man was soon reduced to a bloody pile of flesh and bones.
Johnny put the knives back in his bag, and then looked at the pile. "The world didn't need you anyway." He turned and walked inside the house.
Unknowing to Johnny, a hidden pair of eyes from the neighboring house had seen the whole thing.

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