Hay, it's me again. So, another one of my stories on the net. This is character contains a character that I made… well…. Duh. Ok, it also has Johnny's past from my point of view. Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own ANY thing having to do with JTHM. The only thing I do own is my character and my mind. (I think)… ok… enjoy.

Master's Walk

The man backed away as the figure walked toward him. The figure currently had a hole through his chest, right where the heart would be. The man looked fearfully into the dark eyes of the figure. "What –what -what's going on? I- I shot you, right through the heart."

The figure stopped and looked angrily at the man. "I know that. I can feel the hole." He then continued to walk. Soon, the figure leaned close to the man who was now cornered. "The factor that you have to take into account when trying to murder some one is whether or not they have a heart." He stepped back a few steps making room between them both but not enough room for the man to escape. "Now, another thing that would be wise to know is who you trying to kill before you attempt the murder."

The man looked up to the figure. "Who-who are you?"

The figure smirked. "The Master of Voices."

The man's eyes widened as if he had seen the face of death itself. Soon he grabbed his head and collapsed on the ground. He then began to look around franticly. "Who's there? Where are you? Why are you speaking to me?" The man looked up at Master, he was now laughing hysterically. Soon, the man stood up and ran past Master, who just watched him go. "Get away from me! Get out of my head!" The man yelled as he ran.

Master watched to man in amusement. The man ran up to a women and her child. He grabbed to women's shoulders. "Do you see anyone around me? Some one who is talking to me?" The women screamed, grabbed her child and started to run. The man stumbled back still holding his head; he stumbled into the middle of the street. He stood there hunched over and holding his head as a truck hit him.

Master smiled at the outcome of the conflict. He watched as the traffic stopped and as people started to gather around the man's squashed corpse. He soon turned and started to walk into a shadowy ally way. "I did need that power anyway." The then walked into the shadows and disappeared.

When Master walked out of the shadows, he was in what looked like a bad room. He walked over to the bed and collapsed onto it. He sighed. "Wow, being murdered really takes a lot our of you," he looked down at where the hole use to be. "Well, at least it healed itself quickly."

Just then there was a knock on is door. Master looked up. "Come in,"

The door opened and in walked a man. This was not a normal man. He had a lot of cuts and gashes all over himself and his right arm had a bone exposed. In fact, he didn't even look alive. "Hello, Master, here is your 3:00 Pina Colada."

"Thanx, Bink," said Master. He sat up and grabbed the drink from Bink's hand.

"Did you have a nice walk?" asked Bink.

Master looked at the half dead man. "Some one murdered me."

Bink looked confused. "You can't be murdered."

"I know that. I meant he shot me through the heart."

"But, you don't have a heart, Master."

Master glared at him. "I know that, he… uch… never mind." Master took a sip of his drink. Then looked at Bink. "Hay, Bink, what do you think of humans?"

Bink shrugged. "I don't know. What do you think?"

Master sat up. "No, what is your opinion?"

Bink looked confused. "Opinion? What do you mean by opinion?"

Master sighed. "Never mind. Go, get out of my room." Bink nodded and left the room.

Master lie back on the backboard of his bed, he was still drinking his Pina Colada. "Bink, my first voice. One of my few voices that has enough power to take over all the controls of a human. Even a dead one and he doesn't have his own opinions," he through his drink down on the floor; it spilled all over the place. He got out of bed, and started to walk angrily around his room. "All the voices that I have created don't have there own opinions. The people that go insane just go insane and they go insane fast. The voices just go into their minds and do their job," he kicked a shoe that was laying on the floor. "I want to have personal connection with my victims, but I can't. Not with my voices the way they are." He sat back down on his bed. "The way have a personal connection is to have a voice that doesn't just go in and does the job. The voice must have free thought. It's own opinions. A voice that the victim can talk to, but I don't think I have that kind of power." He looked at his feet, then his eyes lit up. "Yet. Maybe, with a little more power, I can create voices with thoughts."

Master reached for his drink, soon realizing that it was on the floor. "Oh," he blinked then looked up. "Bink," he yelled.

"Yes, Master?" answered Bink from afar.

"Bring me another Pina Colada."

"Yes, Master."

Master looked away. "More power," he smirked evilly. "Time to visit a theme park."