I don't own Johnny The Homocidal Maniac, and I don't even come close to portraying a once Mr. Johnny C. as Johnen Vasquez can.
AN: I fixed Ch4 Disarmed. There were so many spelling and gramatical errors that it was giving me ulcers to even think about it. I KNOW I put them there when I wrote it...glare
You're Always A Slave To Something:
Chapter Five: Blissful Agony:
Johnny got Donovan down in the basement, and strapped into the contraption he had been working on, come to think of it, had finished, earlier. Donovan's head was incapable of moving, just his jaw. There were wire like things that kept his eyes open. Kept his head still. His wrists were strapped down to the arms of the chair. The contraption was screwed into the wooden chair. Donovan could feel under the arms of the chair the claw marks of past people in this chair.
"What do you value the most? Most about your physical appearance?" Nny asked him.
"What are you getting at?" he asked, suspiciously.
"I mean, what do you like the most about your body, you idiot." he said, glaring at him. This was great. He finally had the fucking rat bastard strapped down, completely at Nny's mercy.
"Well, I suppose if I had to choose, it'd be my gorgeous blonde hair." He said, smiling an eerily arrogant smile for the position he was in.
"Well, I'm sure Devi had liked her face scar free. She liked her privacy, peace, and the lack of degradation you've so generously bestowed upon her." he said, and with that, walked over to a shelf and got an extention cord and a shaver (i forgot the name of it shut up lol) and plugged them into each other acoordingly and stood, menacingly in front of Donovan.
"What the hell do you intend to do with that?" he said, a slight fear flickering through his eyes.
"I was going to shave your pubes off, you moron, but instead, upon receiving a lovely peice of information such as the one you gave me, I've decided that instead of exposing myself to your...uh...Short-comings," he sneered, "That I'd just shave your head. See, while precious, sweet, Devi is upstairs caring for Squee, I get to do whatever I want. And as for your 'people', I'd advise your little cult, which I'm sure that's probably what it is, to stay the hell away, because I've many more chairs where this one came from." he said.
"H-How the fuck did you know that it was a fuckin' cult?" he shreiked. Fear, disbelief, anger, and adrenaline surged through him, showing themselves in his eyes, that were unable to close.
Nny leaned close into his face, and stared a cold, penetrating stare into his eyes, narrowing them darkly. "I suppose a few people could think that I'm actually quite wise. I've come to a lot more conclusions, final thoughts, and realizations than that of which you may know or think." he said, and turned the razor on. It buzzed, and even just the sound of that was menacing enough to want to make Charles Manson want to go to church.
He began to shave Donovan's head, section at a time, the once-blonde man screaming the whole time.
"Y'know, you take your hair much too seriously. My hair got burned off in hell, and I really didn't give it much of a second thought." he said. His response was nothing but saliva-sputtered cursing in Johnny's name, "You're really much too tense. Remember, you deserve every bit of it. After all, this doesn't sound familiar? 'Are you tired, cause you've been running through my mind all day.'? Does it? In case it doesn't, it was the pick up line you used for Devi to try to get with her so you could probably do the same thing you did anyway, only with greater ease." he said.
Donovan spit his soft, shiny, beautiful blonde hair out of his mouth. "I HATE YOU!" he screamed.
"You think I care?" Nny asked, amused, "You think I like you much more?"
"Leave me alone, you bastard!" he yelled at Nny.
"No, no, you see, you couldn't leave Devi alone when she blew you off. No. You raped her, stalked her, and tried to abduct her. You couldn't just leave her alone. No. You terrorized her, and that's exactly what I'm going to do to you before I kill you." he said.
"You wouldn't kill me! You don't have the balls to do it!" he said, challenging Nny.
"Really?" he said, and dissappeared around a corner. He came back, with a thin, angry guy, who kept calling him an asshole. "Wanna bet I won't?" he said. He'd turned the razor off a while ago, and now had a razor-sharp knife in his hand. It gleamed in the dusty, dimly lit room.
"You bitch-ass! I know you won't!" he said.
"Really, well thats interesting..." he said, and grabbed the guy by the hair, shoved his face in Donovans, and cut his throat, splattering blood all over Donovans face, in his bloodshot eyes, in his gaping, shreiking mouth, and on his clothes. "That's very interesing."
"You...MONSTER! You're going to hell! You'll be the Devil's bitch in hell!" he yelled.
"Interesting you say that, kiddo. Actually, I've been to Heaven, and Hell, and I still don't know if there's a god or a devil, but its still something to talk about." he said.
"C'mon now, lets be rational! You don't wanna do this. You really don't." he said, "You seem like a smart guy, and I know you really don't wanna do this." he said.
"Heh, you're a funny guy. Of course I wanna do this." he said, snickering disbelievingly.
"Well, then, I refuse to give you the pleasure of hearing me scream because I'm more of a man than you'll ever be!" he yelled.
"Wow. I've heard some people do some great routines before, but you've got to be the first to ever do all of them at once, and with such feeling too! Oh, dear! This is going to be great!" he said.
Then they heard voices.
"Nny? Nny! Squee's alright. He's a little shaky, but he's alright." Devi's voice echoed, and he saw her appear, Todd in hand.
"Hey, Devi. Thought you might wanna do some of the honors, here." he said, handing her the knife with the other guy's blood. He realized he still had the dead, blood-gushing body, by the hair in his hand. With the strength of invisible muscles, he threw it aside, like a toy.
"Ok..." she said, knowing Donovan was restrained, and Nny was there to protect her if she needed him. She carved a little happy face in his chest. Blood trickled down his ribs, and onto his pants. She had picked the tazer up on the way down, and smiled, shoving it into his ribs for a good 15 seconds, leaving red welts that spanned out on his ribcage.
Johnny made a shocked face. "I didn't realize you'd be so...into it." he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't you?" she asked. He saw tears in her eyes.
"I have an idea. Sit here." he said, placing a stool in her vicinity, he got a drill, and a bottle of something unidentifiable, and he began to drill into his head, and what looked like up his nose but she really couldn't tell for sure from where she sat, as Nny was in the way, but by the thoroughly disgusted look on Squee's face, she had a pretty good idea that that's what was going on.
He put the drill down, and picked up the bottle. If Donovan wasn't screaming to the point he was gurgling, spitting up, and choking on his own blood from ruptured throat capillaries, he definitely was now. Apparently the substance Nny poured onto him burned.
Nny stepped out of the way. Apparently what he'd poured was acid. He'd made two tunnels up Donovan's nostrils, and out the frontal lobes of his brain and skull. Acid leaked out of his nose, melting and bubbling up, and burning away the flesh below his nose, and on his upper, and parts of his bottom lip. Nasal mucus, blood, rotten flesh, and saliva dripped and dribbled out of his mouth and nose. It was quite possibly the most vile, disturbing, distgusting thing Devi had ever witnessed, yet at the same time, strangely satisfying.
The best part was, he was getting what he deserved, and...
She was still glad she wasn't Donovan.
"Nny...Um, as strange as this may sound, that's probably the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me." she said, supressing a giggle.
"Don't worry about it." he said, smiling and looking around.
Squee could not even comprehend what he was seeing. Two grown people, giggling, blushing, and having cute, romantic little awkward moments like highschool kids, while, and over a man that was sitting there having the worlds slowest, most painful labotomy, and dying.
"Um, you wanna put him out of his misery?" Todd finally asked, breaking their gentle 'flirting', and recieving evil glares from both of them for interrupting thier little moment.
"No, I most certainly do not. I'd like to put him out of our misery though." he said, receieving a slight smile from Devi.
Squee smacked his hand to his forehead in disbelief. He knew about sick romances, but this was quite possibly the sickest he'd ever seen. They were ENJOYING themselves, sincerely here!
"Hold on..." Johnny said, and took a scalpel off of the nearby utility table and began carving something in Donovan's chest. He stepped back. It was an asterik looking thing, and the blood was dark and dripping down.
'It actually looks pretty cool.' Todd thought, but shook his head immediately afterwards.
"You need to do something with him." he said again, once again receiving annoyed glares from the pair.
"I guess you're right." Devi finally said, "How are we gonna kill him though?" she asked.
"I've got it." Johnny said after a moment of contemplation.
"How?" she asked.
"We'll drive sewing needles into him until he slowly bleeds out." he said, "But first...We'll blind him, if he isn't already."
"If he isn't already?" she asked, "Why would he be blind?" she asked.
"The acid can leak or be absorbed into his sinus cavities, if I didn't drill through them, and that has a major affect on your vision." he said.
"Oooh." she said, with understanding now.
"Yes...Yes..." he said, "I think we have a plan." he said.
The last blurry thing Donovan saw were thin sewing needles slowly being driven into his eyes.
AN: So sorry its so short, but I'm tired, its like 12, i have cramps, and i just finished a series of ss projects...luv ya, remember: review or no more chap chaps, and I'll see u later. nighty night!
