The walk home was much less enjoyable indeed.
"You," snapped the tan muscle man, squinting to see in the darkness of wherever it was he was. "You... what the hell? What are you... where are...?"
"I, I am a human being, and we, we are in hell." he stated simpilly, gently wiping the bloodstained blade off with an already bloodied blue towel. Looking nothing more than distraught, the thin man made his way over to the chained up man on the wall.
"So, why did you say that to me?" he asked curiously. "You and that scrawly little girl... if that was a girl..." he mused, looking rather thoughtful.
The man was struggling to get down, and he was failing rather misribly, to say the least. "Because I wanted to..." be mumbled.
"You wanted to?" he inquired curiously, arching one think brow. "Well I want to gut you, is that alright?"
At that statement, the mans eyes instantly widened. "N-n-nooo..." he stammered.
"Well then what made you think it was alright to call me a prick when you don't even know me?"
"What makes you think it's alright to murder me when you don't know me?" the man asked back in responce, obviously un-aware of the stupidity of that responce, and the level of anger that it put into the alright angry man before him.
Johnny narrowed his eyes. Now he was pissed.
"You, you could use a few very important lessons in manners." he snarled, jabbing him in the neck with the knife just hard enough to make a small mark. He removed it then, replacing the knife at his side again.
"It is VERY VERY rude to make fun of someone." he snapped, "Especially when you don't know them. I have yet to make fun of you. You see, the thing is, by the time I actually do complete the job, I will know you enough, so everything will be fine and dandy. You'll have proved yourself to be a prick by then, and worthy of demise. Trust me, I know your type."
He brought the knife up once more, and this time the handle met his victim's temple. His head instantly slumped to the right, the man in an un-concious state.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Johnny proceeded to exit the room, eyes falling upon a dead woman slumped on the floor. He took the knife from her back on his way out of the exit, shaking his head lightly. "So that's where that one went..." he mumbled, sighing softly.
Feel better 'Nny? mused the same nagging voice from the park. Now that you've done a couple people off? Just what you needed?
"It's just what I always need..." he responded, slamming the door behind him, proceeding into the livingroom where he slipped into his coat. "Just what I've always needed..." then heading outside for what he presumed to be an early morning stroll.