The rain was his best friend right now, hiding his disclosed the tears from the world. Shit! How could he do this to him? He knew! He knew how he felt and yet, fuck!

Jimmy clenched his fist to his sides as he walked through puddles in the street, rain like machine gun fire against the pavement. The once light and baggy t-shirt now hung heavily and stuck to his tiny frame. His pants and boots were thoroughly drenched and it took more effort than it should have just to walk, but it paled in comparison to the weight of hurt around his heart.

He smiled wearily and sniffled, wiping away some tears, only to have them replaced by droplets of rain streaming from the sky.

"Shit," he said, trying to laugh. "The weight of hurt around my heart? Sounds good." He was definitely going to write that one down, turn it into a dark and soulful poem and then when he and Johnny were together they could write some more and they would both understand. Understand that this was just some horrible mistake and that Johnny was just waiting for the right moment to get rid of him. That guy. Edgar Vargaz. Bastard. Oh, Jimmy knew all about him, ever since he started showing up around Johnny he just had to do some research on Mr. Goody Goody, and he had more than enough information on the faggot than he needed.

Jimmy knew that Edgar got some sort of hard on from listening to the priest man talk every Sunday, probably got fondled by one as a kid. He was academically superior in class, mostly in science and english, but his teachers noted him as being "socially awkward" and exceptionally friendly and helpful to all of the students and teachers. Edgar had no known relatives or good friends, not even any notable accomplishments except for keeping his house tidy as fuck! Jimmy snuck into his apartment a couple of times, via tree and window, and shit!- there wasn't even any dust behind his bookcase (which was filled with nothing but psychology crap and one romance novel). The man clearly didn't go out much, and with his faggoty personality, it was no surprise. He probably got the crap kicked out of him as a kid, but because he was too flamingly gay, not because he was misunderstood and brilliant. Not like Jimmy and Johnny. No, he wasn't like them at all.

About a year ago, Johnny had been searching for another soulless waste of human life to beautify with his artistic ability, to punish in the name of every asshole who ever kicked him down! The very thing that made Jimmy swoon. He had been hiding in a bush at the park that Nny had murmured about going to earlier that night during one of his wonderful rants. It was about 9:00 p.m. and Edgar was sitting alone on one of the swings, looking... well. Stupid. He just stared at his shoes and lightly pushed at the ground with his feet. He didn't even look sad, not happy either. Just neutral, occasionally pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, even if he didn't really need to. From his position, Jimmy smiled, knowing that the shit didn't stand a chance against Nny and, just as he had anticipated, the boy had come into the scene, stealthy as a cat, and struck the unknowing Edgar hard over the head with a thick branch.

He had followed the two back to Johnny's house, but he stayed outside. He didn't want to interrupt the artistic process, but it killed him because he wanted to see so very badly at what was happening. He was getting butterflies just from thinking about it.

He waited. He waited. He waited for TWO GODDAMN HOURS and nothing happened! No screams, no cries for mercy, nothing! Not even any blood splattered on the windows! It lacked the raw hatred and angst that he was looking for, so Jimmy just huffed in the cold, dark air, his breath catching frost in the wind, feeling more upset with each passing moment. He was losing his mind just thinking about what may have happened! Did Johnny kill him in one of his lower floors? No, Jimmy was always able to hear them scream, even then. Maybe he just did it while he was unconscious? -but Nny always murdered them when they were awake, to make sure they understood their lesson, and he did it with brutal honesty, with his words and the knife, making it impossible to not hear them cry out in pain.

Then was his idol going soft? Did he kill Edgar quickly and quietly, no mess and no message? Jimmy's heart raced with paranoia. No, not him! Johnny was too perfect! He can't be going soft, he's gotta keep the flame of darkness strong, for both of them! What would happen if Johnny stopped killing people, stopped doing what he did best, what made them both so happy? It was decided then, that Jimmy would take it upon himself to re-inspire Johnny to get back to having more fun with his art rather than letting the noise get to him so much. It hurt Mmy just to imagine his person of worship having to suffer like that, paying more attention than he needed to when the trash he disposes of starts to squeal.

He took a few moments exciting himself over his plan, getting giddy and determined and flustered all over, but his very soul sunk when Johnny's front door opened. That same man, that same STUPID, NEUTRAL, GLASSES FACED MAN WAS WALKING OUT OF HIS JOHNNY'S HOUSE UNHARMED! He looked a little more than spooked and quickly walked out the house's perimeter, forcing himself not to sprint, which was evident in his tiny body twitches. He seemed disoriented because of his wobbly and shaking movements, and there were red gashes and bruises around his wrists, neck, and arms.

"So you were tied up, you stupid fuck." Jimmy silently growled at Edgar, who was still unaware that he was being followed. This was too much. How the hell did this happen! Why is the easiest possible target getting away from Johnny's beautiful grasp? He must be like that horrible girl, Devi, who somehow beat Nny up and escaped! Although, the little fag didn't look like he had it in him.

Time to see if drama club was a complete waste of time. (Which it was. Of coarse.)

He pulled the hood of the black sweater he was wearing all the way over his head so that it covered his eyes and face. He hunched his back slightly and assumed his role, sprinting over to Edgar with an awkward limp.

Edgar had noticed him and looked rather frightened, most likely contemplating on whether or not he should just book it out of there, but to Jimmy's luck, he stayed. He ran up closer to the nervous looking man and desperately grasped on to the collar of his shirt and began to tremble violently.

"Dear Lord! W-What do you want!" Edgar had yelled out helplessly, raisin his hands up so that he didn't touch Jimmy. Jimmy just pulled himself closer to his face, only his lip piercing and chin visible to Edgar.

"How?" Jimmy said with a forced croaky voice. "How did you escape? Tell me everything. Everything that happened!" Jimmy mentally winced when his voice cracked. Getting too carried away.

Edgar calmed down some, apparently relieved that someone else knew about this, but his eyes were still swollen and frightened from suddenly being approached by a stranger so directly, especially one who wore a dark hood to cover their face.

"Well, I don't know how I got there," he said shakily. "but when I woke up, he said he needed my b-blood." Jimmy just nodded vigorously with impatience. He already knew this part.

"I started talking to him," he continued, a lot calmer than before. Maybe that's not right. Less emotion than before which made Jimmy loosen his grip on the man's shirt, his lips uncurled from their snarl and frowned in inquiry.

"I don't really remember what, I think it was about human nature or something..." Edgar's voice picked up a bit and he had a sheepish smile forming.

Oh, so they had a conversation.

Jimmy felt his arms go numb.

"It was actually pretty decent, I mean, he's a smart guy, despite his insanity. I guess he considers me a friend which makes me a little nervous, but I mean, if it got me out... Hey do you think you could..."

He didn't catch that last part.

Jimmy felt like he was going to be sick. His heartbeat thumped oppressively inside his head and blocked most of what Edgar was saying.

Thump. Thump.

Considers me a friend.

Thump Thump Thump.

A friend.

ThumThumpThump.

A FRIEND.

...

Why?

"It's a little strange..." Edgar chuckled slightly. "If he wasn't a deranged killer, I'd actually really like him."

Grip tightened again.

"He even has this nickname that he let me use. Says that I can call him 'Nny' from now on."

He warily chuckled some more.

That's it.

That shit eating smiling of his is gonna get carved right off of that ugly ass face of his!

Jimmy's nails dug deeper into Edgar's shirt and it took all of his restraint not to stab them right into his neck, or his eyes even. How DARE he call Johnny that! He has no right! He's lying!

He has to be...

His violent shaking and intense death grip cause Jimmy to accidentally rip Edgar's shirt, unknowingly leaning against him for support against the tears he was stubbornly fighting off. The man softly put his hands on his shoulders, trying to comfort him, thinking that he was sobbing in fear or concern. Jimmy wanted to knife him in the heart.

"I know that it's frightening, but I saw something in him, really." Edgar's voice was smooth and reassuring, filled with compassion and caring. He was just like a sly real estate agent trying to sell some crap house.

You bastard.

"I want to talk to him some more, it seems like he's suffering, like something is getting to his head. I think I can really help him." He looked down at Jimmy and smiled, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Jimmy bit down on his lip to fight back his sadness, to find the strength to hit the man in front of him who had a gentle hold of his shoulders, but he couldn't. He hated him so much, so why didn't he have the power punch him right now? Why couldn't he just shred his chest to bits and stab through his head, feel the feeble brain matter with his blade and paint his body red? He trembled as he fought back another sob of anger.

Why?

His arms were pressed between their chests as he was pulled into a very gentle embrace, making him gasp in surprise, leaving him bug eyed and his whole body stiff with fear and disgust.

"Please, don't worry," Edgar whispered with a tone of understanding that almost seemed real. He squeezed Jimmy's shoulders for a second to emphasize his point.

"It's scary and confusing, but you shouldn't worry about things like this."

Things like this. Jimmy's entire life was based on 'things like this'. What did Edgar know? Nothing! He didn't know where Nny liked to spend his free time, or all of the people he immortalized, or even what his favourite foods were! Edgar was nothing, just like he was when he was still in the basement of Johnny's house. Nothing. Not a scream, not a cry, not even a splatter of blood, an yet, Jimmy panicked; his exact fears were being revealed to him, threatening his happiness. Threatening Johnny's happiness, all because he let Edgar go even though he was nothing. Because he had called him his friend.

Because Johnny let Edgar call him 'Nny'.

Fuck!

"I'm going to fix him." Edgar sounded cheery and gentle, like he was going out on a peace keeping mission and, honey, he just might not make it back. Well, let's hope that's the case cuz' there's no way for FUCK'S SAKE that he's even getting NEAR Johnny! The little rat bastard can take his fucking glasses and hugs and shove them up his ass!

"Like Hell you are," Jimmy spat out murderously, venom coating his voice as he pursed his lips like an animal defending their young. Edgar was taken back and slowly slid his arms back to wrap around himself self consciously, feeling the downward shift in mood.

"I suppose it does seem a little far fetched..." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked down at the ground, hugging his sides a bit harder.

"...but I want to try." Jimmy's eyes popped open in fury and his whole body went tense. This guy just doesn't take a fucking hint!

"What's your name?" The teenager asked rudely, completely dropping the fake wheezy voice and taking a few steps back as though he might get infected with something.

"Oh, sorry," Edgar apologized sincerely. "It's Edgar Vargas. I actually didn't get your -"

"Well listen up Mr. Vargas, you little dipshit!" Edgar's jaw dropped in total surprise at the youth's hate filled voice and frightening sneer. He suddenly regretted not running away from him in the first place.

"If you even try to do anything," quickly getting madly hysteric, Jimmy couldn't control how loud his voice was getting.

"I SWEAR. You won't be alive much longer," and with that, he ran off into the darkness, leaving an extremely confused Edgar who assumed he was talking about Johnny and merely shrugged it off as a intense, though friendly, warning.

Jimmy ran all the way to the forest about two miles away and immediately hid within it's shadowy enclosure. He let the tears fall down his face the whole time and he couldn't stop wondering why Johnny didn't just kill him back at his house, why he had even let him live, called him friend?

Let him use his nickname...

He pulled his hand carved knife from his pocket and thrust it violently into a tree.

"FUCK!" He repeatedly stabbed it in, imagining it was Edgar's face and that he was saving Johnny because he was somehow hypnotized and never really meant to let him live at all. It was all an accident and when Edgar was gone, it could just be him and Nny.

He stormed off further into the woods, kicking rocks and leaves in his fury until he reached a large tree with 'J' carved into it. It had massive branches jetting out all over the place, but none of them were close enough together that you could climb to the top. He nimbly hopped onto the nearest one and grabbed at a rope the hung beside it. As soon as he yanked it down a rope ladder swooshed by his face and slammed into the trunk.

He had built the tree house there two years ago when he moved out of his parent's home, shortly before he become acquainted with Johnny's work. It took a lot of work, but because he was good in wood and metal work, it didn't cause him too many problems. The most difficult part was making the initial steps to get up the tree to build the actual house portion. With enough measuring and nails, it only took three days to finish, seeing as how a lot of time is wasted on improperly measured cuts of wood. He managed to steal some shingles and windows from a small 'fix it' shop in the city, while the rope was just something he jacked from some kid. Once the rope ladder and device was made, he took out all of the steps that he had nailed into the trunk. There was no way anyone else would be squatting in his house!

Along with an excellent hand for pick-pocketing and metal working, Jimmy considered himself to be living the good life and managed to make so money by selling hand made daggers and knives. He kept the best ones for himself.

He climbed up the familiar rope ladder and hid himself inside of the closet he made, something he used to do as a child that he never quite grew out of. The closet was dark and warm. He felt like no one else could find or see him there and he could just clear his head and think a little more clearly.

Why couldn't he kill Edgar? He wanted to know so badly because it would have been so easy. He was right there and threatening to steal Nny away from him! So why couldn't he!

He ran his fingers over the fabric of the clothes above him and closed his eyes.

"Oh, I see how it is," Jimmy smiled weakly at the realization, the sadness knotting up in his stomach like a rock.

Nny thought Edgar was important.

How could he kill anything that Nny thought was important?

So he sat there and moped and cried for the rest of the night, desperately wishing Edgar didn't exist, but not right now.

Right now, the rain motivated him to keep going. The yellow lines of the road dared him to move faster, and he did. Despite the sloshing in his boots and the heaviness of his clothes, he ran! He ran as fast as he was able and to exactly the right place.

He stared up at the apartment building with a malevolent smile plastered to his face and slowly approached the automatic doors. The stone floor squeaked with each step he took and water droplets dripped down from the damp black hair that hung over his green eyes, leaving little oasis's behind him.

The buzzer to get inside challenged him. Got in his way of being closer to Johnny. A quick stab to the mechanics and the robotic door wheezed open, allowing him entrance and damn did he feel good! Today, he was going to kill Edgar.

Author Notes:

Holly sweet jeezus, that took awhile!
Yeah, sorry about not updating. I hadn't been on the ol' computer for awhile but then
"Holy Shit! I've actually got subscribers!" and, you know...
Anyways, I rather enjoy writing for little Jimmy. He seems so cute and innocent here,
gotta make him more... violent. :D
Enjoy, fools!

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