Mwaha, I'm back and I've had this chapter ready for ages but I was too lazy to submit. Ah, SUE ME! I dare you…

Await no longer xDD

Melanie: Oh you think so eh. When I was writing the first chapter I was thinking to myself "Ok…what pisses Johnny off the most…" Obviously assholes and lack of respect. But true, I will expand as the story progresses. ONG!1 what are you doing with my mouse pad!


"Let me go! What ever I did, I'm sorry ok!"

"Why must you plead for your innocence when you know perfectly well what you did?" Nny said in almost a whisper. He laid his head on the flat side of his blade and smiled up at the man he held hostage.

"Because I AM innocent, fool. And no, I don't know what I did."

"Why the personal insults? It's simple really. Reel your mind back to this morning at 9:15am outside the park. You and your little god stinking friends decided to have a party. I walked past and you SPAT AT ME!"

The guy struggled in his chains. "That was you! Gosh man, that wasn't me! That was Graham! Please, let me go!" he screamed.

"Oh," said Johnny. "I'm sorry, but since you're already here, might as well continue what we started eh. Now…where were we?"

"You were about to let me go?" The guy said in hope.

"WRONG! Good try though, I respect that"

The guy had no time to scream as Johnny flicked the switch that was connected to the wires protruding from the guy's stomach. The man exploded and Johnny stood smiling as the blood dripped down his face.

"That was fascinating. Ergh, I need coffee."


"Good evening sir and what would you like?" the cashier at the Café on Bagg street asked.

"Just a coffee please." Johnny said, searching his pockets for more money.

"Oh well we have, Coco blend, full blend, fine grind, taste of Africa, International Roast," The cashier went on for about two minutes. Johnny stood there looking somewhat amused but getting fairly annoyed each second.

"Rich gold blend,"

"Ah how about we just skip the coffee and I'll go with a cappuccino."

Johnny sat down at a near by table and started sipping his cuppa. Hoping to make the enjoyment feeling last was quickly thrown out the window when a complete stranger turned up at his table. He was a stupid looking guy with oversized ears, an acne problem and his eyes were too close together. Johnny looked up and stared at the gawking face.

"Can I help you?" He said in a low tone.

"Uh, no." The guy said a couple of seconds later. "Is anyone sitting here?" he asked. Johnny groaned. 'Well, you're nearly finished' he thought.

"Doesn't look like it." He said taking another sip.

"Oh good. My name's Rodney or Rod. Some guy called me Ney. Totally not cool."

"Oh really." Johnny said in a mocking tone. He didn't like this guy.

"What's you're name?" Rod asked.

"Johnny .C "

"Well, Johnny .C, what do you think of chicks?" Rod asked leaning closer to Johnny.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You know, Women man, like ah…chicks, girls, dames!"

A group of girls walked past giggling like hyenas.

"Hey baby, wanna see what's happening?" Rodney said, slapping one girl on the ass. The girl slapped Rodney over the side of the head and kept walking. Johnny looked disgusted. "Do you always treat women in that way? As if they're nothing but sex toys?"

"Uh duh? What else are they good for? Have you ever had a girl? By the looks of you, I totally doubt it."

Johnny reached into his coat pocket for his knife but stalled as he remembered what Nail Bunny had said.

"I mean, dude. Come on! What's with all the black? And are you wearing eyeliner? I guess that makes you a Goth. Pssh, no wonder you can't get a girl…you're a freak."

As soon as Rodney said that, Johnny; as quick as lightening jumped up and kicked the table into Rodney. Rodney stumbled back and hit the pavement, hard. Although winded, Rodney tried to get up but Johnny grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the wall.

"Have you been a prick all your life?" He growled.

"Please, don't hurt me!" Rodney stuttered. "I was only joking! I didn't mean what I said."

"But you hurt my feelings!" Johnny answered in a pathetic tone. "And it wasn't very funny."

"Come on man. You've must have had worse insults in your life!"

"So it was an insult."

"Yes…I mean No, I mean…come on man, there's some more hot chicks coming down the road. Dude, you're cramping my…"

Rodney didn't have time to finish his sentence as Johnny stabbed him through the stomach and didn't pull out the blade until it went straight through. There was a tiny clink as it hit the wall behind Rodney, paralyzing him instantly. Johnny kicked his to the ground and drew the knife out.

"One, the way you treat women is repulsive." He spat, slashing the back of Rodney's neck. Johnny kicked Rod onto his back and drew out another knife from his coat. "Two, my personal life is none of your business," He drew the knife through Rod's cheeks and out the other side, then pulled it out ripping the sides of Rodney's mouth. "Three, YOU SPAT IN MY EYE WHEN YOU SAID PSSH!" He ended his rant by stabbing Rodney straight through the eyes. The girls who were walking down the road saw this last bit happening and screamed. The noise was deafening. Johnny spun around.

"Would you shut the fuck up…please?" The girls stopped screaming and ran back the other way. Johnny caught a glimpse of the girl he saw the other night. He wiped his knives on Rodney's shirt and slid back into the shadows.


Ha! I enjoyed myself when I killed Rodney off, or Nny did. D