Oh, what could it possibly be? The very thought of blood running down his arms as the man who stole Johnny was forced to his knees, tormented and tortured to the point of begging for death, was ultimately too much for Jimmy not to grin into every venomous kiss and bite that he delivered unto Edgar. Could this be the reasoning for the hysterics that the boy was currently feeling? Fuck it if he cared! The little fag beneath him was going to die slowly and painfully, just like he was supposed to a year ago, but he had to prove somewhat more useful before then. An interest fee- and, for fuck's sake, the man was way more interesting without his clothes on.

Jimmy had priorities though. Well... some.

His goal was to reveal the true evil that rested in Edgar, rip it out of his heart and force the man to see what a horrible person he was, and slowly murder him, hours after he's begged for death.

A sly grin slithered onto Jimmy's face before snapping back into a frown.

There was only one issue at hand here.

Johnny liked Edgar...

How could Jimmy destroy something that Johnny held so close?

Would he be upset?

Even if he explained everything, maybe Johnny would hate him and forever resent him for it.

Did he only have room for one person in his heart?

It's just not fair! I've always admired Johnny and watched over him for years, but this BASTARD comes up out of nowhere and FUCKS EVERYTHING UP!

Jimmy's fist cracked against the side of Edgar's face, throwing it to the side- against the bathroom wall and, for a moment, he thought that he was just dreaming the whole situation, but when he came back to reality he found that his spur of the moment "face punch" had knocked the man unconscious. Jimmy's years on the road had ensured that his livelihood could always count on the safety provided by his bare hands, toughened by the contact made by so many others.

The little pussy was no match for him. Johnny would be proud.

His hands shook.

Would he really?

It was a though an earthquake was happening inside of him, smashing around his brain and coursing through his body. It caved his lungs in and suddenly it took all of his effort to breath, nostrils flaring and eyes burning.

Why? Why does he like him?

It was hard to imagine what Jimmy lacked. He based himself off of the best person he knew, having no real flaws that he could see. He was based off of Johnny, with his own special touch.

He could feel the pain of crying in his throat.

Am I not good enough?

Edgar lay there like a wilting lily, his head cocked to the side and his eyes peacefully closed. What could he possibly have that Jimmy didn't?

Jimmy was a kick ass teenager with a no shit attitude and a good hand for weapons, able to deal quick and efficient blows with his hand crafted knives, a wonderful facsimile of the very wonderful Nny. He even had his own nickname, Mmy, and it sounded so similar to Johnny's! Jimmy knew that they would get along from the beginning because he trained very hard to make sure that they would. They could understand each other's pain and suffering, their internal conflicts and how society could never appreciate such great minds, and no one could get in their way because they would have such a connection it would be just like telepathy! They would artistically express themselves to any fuck who messed with them- with a steel blade, that is.

Edgar, on the other hand, was a conservative, out of the way, agreeable and righteous person. He read the news, helped out in charities, cared for others, and had a freakishly "clean" lifestyle. The worst thing Jimmy ever saw him do was suspiciously rummage through his neighbors trash. After a few more moments of watching, Edgar took some of its contents out, walked off with his arms stretched as far away from his face as possible, and dropped it all in some nearby blue bins- sorting the plastics, papers and cardboard. Apparently, he wasn't pleased with the fact the his neighbors didn't recycle, or the fact that he just dunked his hands in garbage.

Johnny was NOTHING like that, so there was absolutely no way a total fruit like Edgar could ever win his affection.

Yet, Edgar had somehow weaseled his way into Johnny's everyday life, becoming a part of his daily routine and changing it, changing HIM, in the most drastic way possible. Johnny was getting further and further away from his perfection and closer to a domesticated wolf- a dog type... person, thing, but it wasn't just that. It was the way they looked at each other with that understanding that only an old couple could have. Respect and contentment, understanding and infatuation?

Jimmy had no fucking clue, but it pissed him off. Big time.

Edgar got something that Jimmy worked years for in a matter of weeks.

The fuck does that bastard think he is?

The teen pressed his hands against Edgar's chest and lifted himself up.

There was no movement from the unconscious.

He took a few step over the shower and snatched the head from out of the tub, cold water still streaming from the last time it was used. Jimmy bit down on his tongue and fought back a sob of frustration before giving one last glance at Edgar.

The blast of cold water propelled the man's body forward and made him gasp and cough, his eyes forced themselves open and stared up at Jimmy with fear, which was a bit of a confidence booster.

The boy tossed the shower head back in the tub and took his place back on top of Edgar, his hands practically fumbled over themselves in their excitement and his knife gently rubbed against anything Jimmy could see. He really wanted to allow himself to enjoy this moment, but one look into those green eyes and he felt... bad.

THEIF! Jimmy screamed at himself. THEIF BASTARD! NNY WILL BE HIS UNLESS YOU DO SOMETHING NOW!

Maybe Jimmy couldn't do this...

Do you really think you stand a chance against him?

He could feel his eyes widening in fear.

That was true. Jimmy was definitely no Edgar.

And Edgar is what HE likes.

Johnny could never love Jimmy.

"Fucking whore." Jimmy whispered into Edgar's ear, enjoying the shrill screams that escaped his mouth as the knife dug into his side. The man cringed and gasped, sweat and water dripping down his face. The little pussy couldn't handle it! Not that Jimmy was surprised though, I mean, he could hardly stay conscious when he gave him a lovely ear-piercing with his teeth.

Why?

Why are you so perfect?

Jimmy forced their lips together once again, working his hands down Edgar's chest, towards where the towel lay. It was all he could do to hold back his tears. Jealousy? Remorse? Honestly, Jimmy had no idea, and he was frightened for a moment that the tears dripping along their faces were his own; it was only Edgar, crying in his own hopelessness as the towel was completely off of him. Jimmy had a hard time focusing after that, a god-like being right beneath him, completely at his mercy. He had to concentrate all of his energy on Johnny, because Johnny was the greatest person to ever live and kill and, even though Jimmy didn't believe in fate or any of that shit, he was sure as hell that he and Nny were soulmates, destined to dance along to Life's indifferent song together. Edgar was the only thing in his way of happiness.

Jimmy had spent three years of his life worshipping Johnny and trying to recreate himself to be as perfect as he thought he could be, which was just like Johnny. He strived to achieve his goals and have the courage to eradicate all the little shit-heads that ever fucked with him! Johnny was his role-model, his God, his hope, and his...love. He didn't want to lose him to Edgar. The very fact that Edgar was so GODDAMN PERFECT made it really hard to hate the man, especially with those eyes... those soft lips... that submissive attitude... it was like abusing an angel, and the crimson drops rolling on that sweet skin were so...

"Holy fuck..." His breath softly cooed against Edgar's chest as Jimmy hunched over, trying to hold himself back from totally violating the man before him. This was a little different from what he planned.

Yes, very different.

He hadn't intended to get all infatuated with the man at the last minute, but when you're only nineteen years old and clutching on to the naked body that is currently wooing your idol, it's pretty damn difficult to get your mind out of the gutter- and Jimmy's mind was always in the gutter. He couldn't help himself. Sex is awesome.

His eyes rolled towards Edgar's face and he caught sight of green orbs weakly observing him, there was no anger whatsoever. pleading, questioning, but not hatred.

Cascading rays of light bounced off of every water and blood droplet and made Jimmy's prey glisten like those roses they show on infomercials. Magically beautiful.

(I bet you're thinking "magically delicious"!)

...What was my plan again?

Jimmy's eyes traveled a bit lower, over Edgar's chest and down to a cute "v" just below his belly button.

"Shit..."

When the mind goes blank, there's nothing left but raw instinct, ready to kick in at any moment. It's what animals use all the time, but because their minds are always "blank", they aren't consciously aware of the fact that they are running purely on instinct. Humans have the occasional moment where the mind tunes out and just let's loose in a completely unhindered and violent propulsion, clawing at whatever the body desires most at that moment, but, being humans, it doesn't take long to revert back to our usual selves, so the movement has to be so quick and tumultuous that it takes more effort than what we are able to sustain.

Jimmy's moment of instinct was over. His mind rebooted and absorbed everything with painful accuracy.

The horrors that had just been committed; he was a child with sneaky eyes, spying on his parents in the bedroom for the first time. What was happening and why did it feel so wrong? Edgar's weakness had it's own charm and wore away at Jimmy's conscience like sandpaper, because he was a bad person filled with jealousy and misguided fury. He let his emotions control him and now someone who was way too good to possibly be a human being was going to die.

The boy was dizzy and confused and he wanted to throw up, but first he wanted to get away from Edgar. He wanted his blood off of his hands and he wanted this to be just another dream to wake up from.

"I- I'm so sorry." His voice came out dry and silent with shaky hands holding the man's face.

He pressed their noses together for a moment, his breath quavering against bruised flesh.

"I'm sorry..." He wanted to keep apologizing over and over again, let him know that he thought that Edgar was a good man, wanted to wipe all of the blood from his body and take his anger, but the most he could bring himself to do was soothingly caress his face, gently tracing around each gash with shame.

The world was blurry and sticky and stained with tears, they rained down without remorse onto Edgar's body, each one with it's own unspoken apology. Jimmy was in conflict between wanting to run away and wanting to stay and comfort Edgar, but was too choked up to say anything.

His eyes sweltered, creamy peach and red blotches blotted his vision. Edgar had been transformed into something hideous. Where there had once been the glorious emulation of art, was now a gory apparition that was kept hidden in nightmares. The ones that Jimmy awoke to, convincing himself that they were better than they really were. That's all it has ever been, lying to try to be like someone he's not. Wishing and desperately praying that he could be a person as amazing as Johnny. Loving his confidence and intellectual ranting, his crazed cries for acceptance, his mundane for human life.

There were tremors spiraling through his body when Jimmy slowly rose from Edgar's. His knees were bent weakly and his hands shook uncontrollably as they reluctantly slid from the man's face.

Edgar warily looked up at him, wondering if he was going to die at that moment, but too feeble and blind to make any effort to move or escape. It was pitiful to watch someone so undeserving receive such brutal treatment, beaten nearly to death, naked and abused. Jimmy had to leave before he did something more.

He may not be like Johnny, he thought, slowly creeping towards the door, keeping a worried eye on the man, but there was certainly something wrong with him. Just not the something that he'd like.

His hand felt around for the doorframe behind him, and he took one last look at the bloody mess at the ground, the only evidence that Jimmy would leave in this room.

What would Johnny think?

Fuck. What would the boy think...

Johnny was the only word that echoed through Jimmy's mind. If things worked out between them, then he could forget this whole damn mess. If things worked out, it would all be worth it.

It was definitely a solid idea, in fact, it had been in Jimmy's original plan. How could he be so idiotic and get distracted by a little skin? Delicate, velveteen- No! Edgar had done it with Johnny, made him flake out on his ideals, but he COULD NOT get to Jimmy. Jimmy could save Johnny once and for all, but to do that, Edgar's death was necessary.

Johnny was a fucking genius and would surely appreciate the gesture, noting how handy the workmanship was, and REALIZING how stupid he had been, neglecting his duties of ridding the world of more lowlifes. He would praise Jimmy for bringing forth the light that had guided him in the beginning and they would get to work together, side by side!He would worship Johnny's every command and trace each of his footsteps in his mind. There wouldn't be a happier way for him to live.

The doorknob shook underneath his fingers and he gave a hesitant look into the hallway.

Jimmy wasn't going to leave after all.

He'd had an epiphany and was right back on to the beginning. There was still a way to fix everything and make a happy ending for him and Johnny.

"I'm sorry for the holdup," he chirped, pivoting on his heel dramatically and walking back to Edgar.

"Don't worry though," he continued, pulling his blade from out of his trench coat. He spun the tip across his thumb, lightly piercing his skin.

"I think I can get back on track."

He threw his hand high in the air, pointing the blade towards Edgar's chest, where so many other wounds had already decorated. He was going to do this. He was finally going to get rid of the barricade in Johnny's life.

Killing someone is very exhilarating. It gets your blood flowing, your heart rushing, it makes you feel like you're high as shit! When you have a strong enough motive it's like the long awaited chapter of a series coming to an end; it's the ultimate closure, because the dead can't come back. It's solid and reliable.

Jimmy's smile couldn't have been wider, holding his dagger up high and soaking in Edgar's confused and terrified expression. He had to enjoy this moment, savour every detail and describe it to Johnny. God, Johnny would be so happy, it made Jimmy even more excited just thinking about it, it felt like his heart would pop from beating so fast! They would have a fucking party over the man's corpse! They would become the best of friends! They would stay together! Always together! Dancing! Laughing! Drinking! Killing! Talking! Sharing! Writing! Stabbing! Stab! Stab! Stab! STAB! STAB! STAB!

STAB EDGAR!

And with those words strummed into Jimmy's brain, he made his motion. The knife sped down towards Edgar and the boy's face was a horribly insane spiral of twisted happiness, so happy, in fact, that he did not hear the sounds coming from down the hallway; his heartbeat so intense and his laughter maniacal that not even the approaching footsteps drew his attention away from his much anticipated and needed kill. He was going to kill Edgar. It was going to be fucking amazing.

Blood curling screams filled the entire home once the blade rammed into Edgar. Blood spurted all over the walls and floor, coating everything in the room. The sounds were like that of an injured animal, horribly high pitched wailing and sobbing, and Jimmy just looked down and laughed harder, waiting for the screams to die down slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he giggle out manically. "I meant to get your heart!"

Jimmy ruthlessly ripped the knife out of Edgar's shoulder, releasing more blood and even louder screams as the man struggled to grab at his wound. The skin blistered and throbbed and made the boy's heart race until it hurt.

"..and now," Jimmy stated theatrically, raising the knife once again, preparing for the final impact. He was ready. This was his commitment to Johnny, and he was ready to do whatever it took.

"You d-ugh!" He choked, and the last words gurgled out of his lips while blood slid out of his mouth. His eyes bulged out in shock at the piercing pain that shot into his back and he could feel everywhere. It was like he was burning alive from the inside, yet, it was horribly cold at the same time. Everything was getting dark around the corners, his head was getting light and he couldn't hold his arms up anymore. His whole body felt like lead. He just wanted to sleep. Jimmy could feel his body slowly leaning forwards and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

A loud clang bounced off the walls when he dropped the knife. Jimmy's hands fell to his side moments before he fell to the ground. Blood pooled around his body and he coughed it out in front him, he was like a blood fountain.

He couldn't stop the ringing in his head.

"...ffffuck..." He slurred out, spraying more blood around as an unbearable amount of pain shot up through his back when he tried to move. It hurt like fucking hell!

Who the fuck did this...

Jimmy rolled his eyes around the room, trying his hardest to keep them open against their will, and noticed a large black pair of shoes walking towards him. They stomped angrily against the ground before stopping right in front of his face. All he could see was the black of the shoe.

He let his eyes close. It felt nice.

"You goddamn son of bitch! Go fuck with Satan when you go to hell!"

It felt like someone stabbed his brain with a live wire, the ringing bled in his ears and he wanted to die. The pain wouldn't stop and it kept ringing like screams, it tormented him, it tortured him! He was going to suffer for eternity!

"I'm sorry!" He cried out, but it only sounded like a hoarse whisper. His entire body heaved with the force of breathing and his lungs filled with blood. He was drowning, burning, and being electrocuted all at once, but the pain faded. He was thankful. It faded completely.

Everything did eventually.

Holy shit! That took a very very very long time to write.
I had no idea what I was going to do here, but people wanted a Jimmy pov
so... there ya go!
He died, for those of you who didn't really read it.
I didn't like how this turned out...

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Darling Violetta - I want to kill you
I imagined this song playing as Jimmy was dying.
The lyrics fit him so well TT_TT

3:30 am... I need to sleep