A/N: YAY! I update frequently! Now REVIEW or I am going to eat your children! Or pets…I'm making this up as I go along, because my best ideas come spontaneously.
Ch 2: Just Like Any Other Day
Johnny was out walking as usual, not looking for victims, but a quiet place to relax and enjoy this sunny day. Conan was relaxing on his day off from school by playing soccer in the park with Anita, Amy, Mitch, and George (A/N: I love this game).
Conan was about to pull a hat trick when he was distracted by the tall, dark, black wearing, figure that casually passed him by. In result George kicked the ball out from in front of him and started to dribble it to the other end of the playing field, smashing it through the two trees that they were using as a make shift goal. That move ending the game, Conan ran over to Anita.
"Did you see him?" he asked.
"Who?" she questioned.
"That guy in black," he said turning his head to where the man is standing, "Do you know who he is?"
She saw who he was gesturing to; she brought her hand up to rub her temple, deep in thought. "No I don't believe I've met him before, but he looks like he might belong to the Organization."
"When he leaves I'm going to follow him," Conan informed her, "You do all you can to keep them out of it." He motioned to Amy, George, and Mitch.
Not so much later, the man got up and left, Conan couldn't let an opportunity like this just slip through his hands. He silently ran after him, grabbing his modified skate board and keeping a safe distance of about ten yards, he followed him on to the public side walk. Conan followed him for sometime, not really paying attention to where he was.
The man just seemed to be randomly wandering through out the city. Maybe he knows your following him, and he's leading you into a trap! It was a little thought which, Conan quickly pushed to the back of his mind. Eventually the man walked onto the dying lawn of what looked to be a small, decrepit, one story house. Conan watched as the man pulled the spare key out from under a dead plant, unlocked the door, replaced the key and walked in.
Conan listened for a click to notify him that the door was locked. There was none, so Conan cautiously walked up to the front door. He cupped his hand on the door to listen for any resonance that might alert himself of the man's presence somewhere close to the door. Once again there was none.
He was reaching for the doorknob, when he heard a blood-curdling screech. He looked up at the door in horror, every time he heard a scream like that, it always meant one thing: Murder.
He saw he signs on the doors; knock on me you just try it. On the lawn a sign that from the front said: Keep off the loose soil, scrawled on the back: Don't you know it's impolite to walk on the dead? Conan read all these signs, and came to two conclusions; one, this guy was really into scaring people, or; he was a crazy mass-murderer.
He swallowed his fears, and turned back to the door. He gradually reached up and turned the handle; he took a few steps inside and closed the door. There was barely any light coming in through the windows, which he could now tell were boarded-up. But even in the nearly consuming darkness, he could make out dark stains on the dirty floor.
He looked around for some slippers, and seeing that there weren't any, he continued to walk deeper into the center of the house with his shoes on. His foot hit something unseen on the floor; he picked up whatever it was to examine it better. He leaned closer to the object, running his finger against its outline, when a sudden stinging made him pull his hand away and scrutinized his palm.
It was cut, just a little bit, but Conan was able to piece together that what he held in his hand was knife. He dropped it immediately. It could have been used in a murder! It was his first reaction to it, his second was to run, which he didn't. He had to find out what was happening here, he walked towards what looked like a kitchen except the sink was filled with more knives, all bloody, as well as the odd saw, bat, and a few more unidentifiable blunt objects.
The smell was terrifying, it was rotted flesh. He was going to retch; he saw a door down the hall and trotted over to it as soundlessly as he could. He slid to the toilet, and threw-up into the bowl. He pulled his head out of the bowl, and glanced around the room. He noted a sink next to him, and to the far wall a bathtub.
He took notice of the fast approaching footsteps, and quickly hid under the sink, in the cupboard. It was the man from earlier, but this time he was carrying a large plastic tote full of something. Whatever it was was spilling over the sides of the container and splashing onto the floor.
The man grunted as he poured the disturbing mixture into the tub, he left. Conan peeked out into the bathroom to see what was in the tub better; he couldn't because there wasn't enough of it in the tub. The footsteps returned, and he pulled his head back under the sink, and watched as the man poured any even larger container into the tub. This time it was filled, he sighed and left. Conan peered through crack, and studied the tub, the man came back. He flicked on the lights and put some things in the sink above him and turned on the water.
In the light he could see what the soupy mixture in the tub was; human remains! Conan gasped and quickly covered his mouth, hoping this killer didn't hear him. Thankfully the water was too loud and he was also humming Mozart's Symphony 40. He watched him clean the weapons for awhile, but soon dozed off.
Johnny continued to clean for an hour, still unaware to Conan's presence and was about to leave the bathroom, when the sound of a soft *thunk!* greeted his ears, he snapped his attention back to the inside of the bathroom. Looking over every detail, he walked back into the room. Conan was holding his hands over his mouth in a futile effort to keep his breathing silent.
Suddenly the cupboard door whipped open and before Conan could react, he was knocked over the side of the head with the butt of one of Johnny's many knives. He passed out.
Johnny grumbled under his breath something along the lines of, "Little snoopy fuckers breaking in and messing with me!" he seized Conan by the collar of his shirt and dragged him into the hall, down the extensive stairways, and into one of the lower levels of his basement/dungeon.
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