Dampen Souls

Chapter One

Flooding of Memories

HDM: I'm keeping the acronym because I'm cool...you are all just jealous because you don't know what it means now! hahahaha!!!! gags on an acrorn (X.X); Ah-hem, Well this is my first Johnny fic, go easy on me but rest ashore I will not go out of character, mind you that Johnny does get depressed and gets crazy-hyper and gets angry so don't be so surprised by the mood swings. I will have drawings maybe...I haven't decided yet. Go on my hompage to see them, the link is in my profile thinga ma bobber.

Disclaimer: Other then Kly and my drawings, this is all owned by Mr. Jhonen Vasquez.

Warning: language, violence, suicidal thingy-ma'-ciggy, umm I think that's it.

Johnny C. walks down the dimly lit streets in the late hour. He looks around, everything is dead silent except for the clunking of his metal-tipped boots. He was just at the home of Mercedes, a girl working at the Midnight cinema. Well, what used to be where she lived, since her lifeless body is stuffed into the blender and is now getting cooked in a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Now she deserved this horrendous act of murder; she broke dear Johnny's heart.

"Nny, are you even there? Of course you're not, I mean where do you go this late at night anyway? I mean you don't even kiss me! You never even want to spent the night with me, you must always go home to do 'business'. I thought you would come around, but I'm ending this now. Goodbye Nny, I hope you find someone you can come around to."

Oh Johnny C., when will you ever learn that you will never find anyone who will stay long enough to just be afraid of you?

You're wrong, Meat. This wasn't even my idea of socializing but you insisted that I should have emotions and go out with that flirtatious girl.

Admitt it Nny, you were having a good time, you were actually almost happy for once in months. You know your happiness is as rare as your sleeping routine.

My emotions are none of your concern, Meat. You know that I want to relieve myself of my infected appendix called feeling.

Nny walks into his house and locks the door. He walked down the many a corriders toward the secret underground chambers. The corridors reaked of a stench that could make a fly gag for air. A body must be rotting somewhere lost in the hallways. 'So what about Mercedes, I don't need anyone...' he mused to himself. He can hear Reverend Meat cackling in the back of his head. Ever since Nailbunny and the Doughboys left Meat has been talking more and more.

Johnny, what is that on the table?

What's what?

It looks like a photo...

Nny picks up the photo; it's faded and the corners were bent. It shows Johnny younger with a girl. She had dyed dark red hair with black roots coming in and aquamariane blue eyes. She and Nny are wearing black and gray striped shirts and black pants but they were both smiling. Johnny's eyes water but he blinked the tear away.

Well, well, isn't that Kly?

Quiet you...

She moved away when her father owed yet another gang money, right?

Fook you Meat...

I can remember her sleeping on your couch time and time again and her black eyes and bruises...

SHUT THE FUCK UP MEAT!!!!!! SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!!!!

Johnny threw up the table and screamed at the top of his lungs. He threw all of his instruments to the side until he collapses on the ground crying silently. "She could have stayed behind, leaving him to be happy, why didn't she? Was it me?" Johnny reminised the questions aloud over and over again. He bangs his fist against the floor. The vibrations lead up to a box on a shelf getting pushed toward the end. It falls on Johnny's head like an old time cartoon show.

coo-coo! coo-coo! (Tip: it's a coo coo clock sound!)

Yes short chapter but it was a Prologue; next will be flashbacks in his head and you meet Kly. Pictures will be up on my website so you can see Nny and Kly and other works of mine. Ciao!