"Hello Nny, I'm Raven Moore….and I have no nicknames. Unless you count the names screamed at me from the dieing's lips and I don't care for those much."

"Ok, so whatcha wanna do Raven Moore?"

"Not pass out." She said while standing up looking much uncoordinated.

"So much for what you wanted to do." He said while stopping her from falling, flinching slightly, as he was still not used to physical contact.

'I think I may have hit her slightly too hard earlier.' He thought while carrying her to his bed so she could have a more comfortable place to sleep. Carefully he placed her down while trying to avoid as much physical contact as possible, and put the covers over her. Slinking away to the far corner of the room he sat soundlessly watching her sleep.

'This is what I'll always do, witness the comfort of sleep yet never experience it myself. Dammed to eternities always as an insomniac living in a nightmare. I despise sleep for it never comes easily; the brief moments when I just wake up are eternal bliss. Not remembering the horrors of humanity, not even knowing I am human, not remembering the horror I am, pure ignorance. I used to hate this feeling, I remember that. My emotions are still confused but less, more like I'm just getting used to them again, and some not necessarily knowing what they are. Before I confused all my emotions together, and couldn't decipher which was which; anger, boredom, disgust, fear, depression, ….happiness…..-'

Noticing Raven stirring, he grabbed a shadow and slunk further into the darkness. After a few uneasy moments he realized she was still asleep and noiselessly walked over to her side. She was heavily breathing and mouthing words only her mind could hear, at the same time hugging her knees as a cold sweat covered her body, clasping her hair and clothing to her. Remembering that she was still haunted even in her sleep he was unsure of what to do, whether to wake her or leave her sleeping. He was finally about to act on his impulse to wake her up when Raven's eyes shot open and his world went dark.

The 13 year old Raven walked down a city street with a blonde boy about her age on a warm day. They looked rather comfortable together and seemed to be talking. As they rounded a corner on a rather deserted street, a middle age man grabbed Raven and put a gun to her head. The blonde boy froze, completely pale, and looked at this situation. Raven's eyes pleaded for help as she started to silently cry. Panicked, the boy ran.

"HOWARD!!! HELP ME!! PLEASE HEL-"she was cut off as the gun was pressed harder against her temple.

"Keep fuckn' quiet, you mother fucker!" Definitely a crack addict.

"……help me, please...help….help me please." She muttered. Dragging the protesting girl to a door in the ally leading to a rundown apartment, he opened a door and locked it behind him. Taking her to the bedroom, he grabbed a scarf and gagged her with it, afterwards chaining her hands and feet to the bed. Taking a knife from under the bed he cut off her clothes and then removed his. Straddling her, he took the knife and for each trust he degraded her with, he cut her. He made noises and laughed each time the gage muffled a scream, then cut deeper. When he was finished she still was not dead for he made a great effort to miss all the major arteries and he left her there while he got dressed and made himself dinner. She lay there naked, in agony both body and mind, hearing the droning of the television. All she could do is hoped he killed her next because she was going to do that soon if he didn't. Her mind rambled for two hours until he finally came back asking if she wanted more. He did the same cutting deeper and deeper into her, until he came.

"I never heard you cum… maybe you need more?!?!" At this he pulled a short compass dagger from the floor. He knife fucked her.

Suddenly Johnny realized that he was seeing this as if it were his own memory. But this wasn't right, he was screaming in pain as if this were happing to him, why was this happening to him? He thought as waves of angst, pain, hatred, and blood washed over him then faded out.

Screaming and gasping he lay on the floor cringing from the memory he had just "received". In a couple of minutes the emotions had died down except one.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED TO ME? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!?!" he questioned.

"I never did anything. I'm sorry…" she sort of hiccupped.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU SAYING YOU'RE SORRY? ANSWER AT LEAST THAT."

"I'm sorry you had to receive that. It was my burden alone, I'm sor-"

"QUIT SAYING THAT! I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL I JUST SAW!"

"YOU JUST SAW WHAT I SEE EVERY TIME I FALL ASLEEP!!! SENOR SATAN SAID THAT YOU LONG FOR DREAMS AND SLEEP, WELL I'LL TRADE YOU!!" and at that last remark she completely collapsed dry sobbing as if no tears were left in her body.

Author's Mental Notes Some may ask what a compass dagger is; well it is….a… extremely hard to explain. Those not familiar with weapons will not understand as easily as people who do, and if you aren't familiar than shame, shame for you are reading a Johnny the HOMICIDAL maniac fanfic. Ooo, good representation of the knife, starts at four separate places on the knife's base and goes together at the tip. Good example of the knife is the one on the movie Golden Child ft. Eddie Murphy. Why do all my examples usually end up going to a movie? Either they get used because a lot have seen them or have they just warped my fragile little mind?