A/N: YAY! Yet another chapter finished! And since NO ONE IS REVIEWING…I am forced to assume that this fic is absolutely terrible, yet there is nothing wrong with it to my knowledge…to you is another story but…FOR GOD SAKES, REVIEW or you'll hear about some disturbing murders from the area I live in…

Ch 3: Missing and Lost

He looked up, he had just woken up with a massive hangover so his vision wasn't at its peak, but he swore, that she was crying. It was Rachael, she was still upset that little Conan had disappeared over a week ago. His friends were trying to find him, she was making posters, Richard had self-appointed himself as the lead investigator on his case.

There had been people disappearing and dying before, but never had a child gone missing, this made the entire department more determined in catching the person who was casually running amuck in their city. They all knew Conan, they knew he was smart, but this killer was pretty appalling in the way he would torture all of his innocent victims just before the brutal ending of their lives.

"Um, Rachael," Moore was being extra cautious when dealing with his particularly distressed daughter. "Are you Okay? I mean losing Conan is terrible, and all, but eventually we're going to have to plan out a memorial for the little run- I mean, kid but the faster you get over him the faster you can find something new to make you happy. HEY! I know! I'll get you a puppy!" He said in a desperate attempt to cheer up his grieving child.

"You don't get it!" she cried, looking up, "First I lose Jimmy, and now Conan! It's like all of my favorite people just love disappearing on me! Jimmy hasn't called for awhile either…maybe he…NO! I can't even consider them both being dead, their just lost somewhere!"

Moore looked away she was just starting to ramble, again. He returned to the files surrounding Conan's disappearance, and found what he was looking for; the statement that little girl gave him about the man that Conan ran after. She recounted him saying that he looked suspicious.

It's like that kid to just go off and try to interfere in the affairs of others; his suspicions must have finally paid off. The only person who might be able to take this guy down and now he's dead, or worse. He brushed away his immediate thoughts of what Conan could be going through, shuddering at some of those terrifying ideas. This guy wouldn't do something like that, would he?

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Conan awoke; he had been left alone and infrequently fed by his captor. Nothing had been done to him as of yet but it was inevitable. Conan had seen terrible things from this man, who when he came to the first time, had identified himself as Johnny C. '…But you can call me 'Nny' for short.'

He was now scanning the room for the origins of the noise that had awoken him in the first place, then he saw the man approaching pulling a slightly familiar teenage girl in by the hair. She was screaming bloody murder, and when the psychopath strapped her up by her arms to the wall opposite of him, he was able to accurately place her face. She was a cheerleader from his grade, and if he remembered correctly, she was one of the most unpleasant people to be around. (I bet you JtHM fans can see what is about to happen a mile away)

"Why am I here?" she screamed, her mascara running with her tears, "I never did anything to you, you anorexic, goth, freak! Why would you do this me?"

"One, I am NOT anorexic, I'm this thin on my own," He had acid in his voice, "And Two, you did do something to me, I was walking by that little sushi place, you saw me and I heard you! You said, 'Whoa, look at that one, I bet that little faggot is walking up the street to see his little boyfriend, wacky-ass mother fucker…' and then you started to laugh at me!"

Conan was shocked by the reason that she was brought here, of course it's rude to judge someone you didn't even know…but to kill them for it? That was absolutely ridiculous!

"Um…no I didn't!" she was obviously lying but Johnny's face softened.

"Really? You didn't? Well, okay then…" He walked away, then sharply turned pulling a large knife out of his sleeve, and shot it at the woman, nailing her between the eyes. She looked up, and convulsed, coughing up some blood, and inevitably grew still. He began laughing, at her pain, at her death, at the very concept of just taking a life.

"Why do you do these things?" Conan said suddenly, "All of the people you have killed are innocent." He said to the man who had stopped his chortling, and was now focused on what Conan had said.

He thought for a few seconds, "You aren't really a kid, are you." It was a statement, not a question.

Conan was taken aback; no one had ever figured it out before. "H-how did you figure that out?" he stammered.

"You don't sound anything like a frightened eight-year-old that had just witnessed a cold-blooded murder," He said matter-o-factly, "I would know, my best friend and neighbor Squee-gee is eight, and every time he heard screaming coming from my house, he would freak out and want to run and hide, where as you sound completely immune to the affects violence can have on your little mind." He said smugly, crossing his thin arms across his chest. "I bet your name isn't even Conan, what is it then?"

"Um," Conan wasn't very convincing when he had to make up lies quick so he settled on telling this mad-man the truth, "Its J-jimmy." He said in trembling voice.

Then Johnny made a sick face, "I feel so sorry for you, having to have that name in particular." He said in a far-off voice that told Conan that he was remembering something.

"What's wrong with my name?" he asked in a slightly aggravated tone.

"I probably will be able to tell you, you aren't really a kid after all, but just remember, you asked." He paused, "Well one day, not too long after I died-" he saw the look of puzzlement on Jimmy's face, "Long story," he said simply, "But anyways, I heard a knock on my door. I get up to answer it, and on the other side is a creepy-looking teenager…he was a bit taller than me, and had freckles or something. When I asked him why he was here, he said that his name was Jimmy, but I could call him Mmy, or 'Darkness' for short. He then confessed to me that he was my biggest fan, and that he admired my work…"

"I don't see anything bad with this so far," Jimmy had interrupted.

"Oh, you will," He cleared his throat before continuing, "Then he said he had been following me for 'quite sometime now', and then he admitted to killing a few people in my honor. But that's not even the worst part," he became a little enraged, "Then he said that he was the on responsible for that rape that they had blamed on me! He started to relay all of the disgusting details to me, so I pinned him to the ground with a knife, ripped him open, and tore apart his insides with my favorite hooks. Then he has the nerve to say that he's 'Just like me!' so I smashed in his guts with a sledgehammer, and walked off."

"Well, I guess that's a pretty good reason to not like my name, but I am a detective, not a…" he paused showing obvious disgust, "A rapist." He finished.

"Hmm…so you're a detective?" he mused, "and I suppose that since you aren't technically a child, I could kill you."

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