A/N: Back to work! Oh, yeah, sorry it took so long my mom grounded me, I found out my grandpa has cancer, in short my life is turning to shit. This chapter shall be VERY long…I hope…

Ch 5: Double Capture

Johnny was walking down the street, carrying a bag of Senior Salsa Chips, and hoping his luck for finding super ass-holes would pay off. As his waste-lock luck would have it, he walked down the alley-way where Gin and Vodka just happened to be there collecting payments from a random civilian, possibly for disposing of one their problems.

In his coat sleeve was a pipe which fell out of the sleeve and into his hand. He held it behind his back. Gin saw him out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to get a better view, Johnny had successfully hidden himself in a trash can. After an appropriate waiting time of one minute Johnny had snaked out of the trash bin, snuck up behind Gin and smashed him over the head with a pipe. Vodka looked with shock at Nny, now smiling manically with a bloodied pipe in hand, Gin incapacitated at his feet. Next thing Vodka knew, a pipe had smashed him in the side of the face.

Johnny returned to the room Jimmy was now sleeping in, and hooked up Gin and Vodka across from him. Vodka had awoken first, confused at the sudden change in surroundings, staring at the man before him who was happily noming on his spicy tortilla chips.

"Where am I?" his voice commanded response from Johnny, who took his time chewing on the crunchy chips.

"Oh, here?" He asked in a chilling voice, earning a slightly frightened nod from Vodka, "How unoriginal, but if you must know, this is the seventh level of Hell on Earth. Here you shall be subject to obscene amounts of torture; I've been doing this for years, so there is little to no chance that you will die! Isn't that nice?" He was absent-mindedly smiling and nodding slow, as if Johnny was solemnly agreeing with his own statement. He abruptly stopped shaking his head clearing his mind from the trance-like state it was bound in. "Unless," he started, "you tell me the location of your evil company's little hide-out."

"Why should I tell you, Twig?" he said, and then began to laugh at his own remark.

At that moment Johnny pulled out a small lighter. "I know this doesn't look like much, But this little lighter actually helped me solidify the theory of Spontaneous Human Combustion." With a wicked smile he opened the lighter, and clicked the button. With a small whirring noise small black flames popped out of the top.

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that that little thing is responsible for the deaths of ten people?" (A/N: I'm guesstimating right now)

Johnny, with eyes squinted and an irritated look on his face stood entirely stiff. Then faster then the strike of a cobra he had whipped his arm up and held the flames against the clothes of one of the nearest unfortunate victims. They let out a shriek of pain as the flames swallowed one of their legs, immediately turning it to ash on the floor. Soon the entire person was engulfed by this black fire that seemed to have no smoke and worked faster than a bullet to the brain. Seconds later the screams had stopped as the last of the human ash drifted to the floor.

Johnny held the lighter close the man's own jacket until "NO, NO! I'll tell you just don't kill me!" Johnny quickly retracted the lighter.

"Good," Johnny said his words pure venom. "Now tell me where it is?" he sputtered out the address. "Nicely done." he said almost cheerful sounding. Then he withdrew a large knife, and salad tongs. He used the tongs to pull out the man's tongue and the knife to chop it off. Then with an axe that had been hanging on the wall a few seconds previous he chopped off his leg.

Just before he died from exsanguination Johnny leaned over and said to him; "And that's for putting the rights of an individual before the rights of the group you were once loyal to…no mater how unworthy the rest of them are." As he was taking his leave Gin woke up dazed he turned his head to see the terrified and dead face of his ex-partner in crime. He was shocked to say the most, irritated to say the least. Just to fuck with him Johnny picked up the severed tongue of Vodka and shoved it in Gin's mouth before stapling his lips shut.

Johnny left the room giggling because of the frustrated screams of Gin. Before left the house he snatched one of the backpacks he had taken from that group of college kids he had killed last week-dressed up as scream no less-contained in each bag was a bomb big enough to blow up one city block. The address that Vodka had given him was that of a warehouse in the industrial area of the city.

/\^/\Back with Meguire/\^/\

Meguire had attained the list he required in order to take down our 'hero'; a list of all the people who had moved to Tokyo in the two-week time-span that there had been no killings in Johnny's hometown and before they started in Tokyo. There was only one 'Johnny C.' on that list, and in it he had put his address. Meguire and a special task force went out to the said address, when they arrived Meguire had noted in anguish that the car wasn't there.

But he continued on the current plan that was raiding the house and rescuing any survivors. They busted down the door stormed in, careful not to tamper with the scene as the crime scene photographers took pictures, and a few of the others gathered every weapons in bucket loads. They found the bombs, the bathtub full of remains, the kitchen sink over-flowing with the over used tools of trade for someone of Johnny's status. They began their descent down the first flight of stairs leading to an immense hallway. Meguire feared this would happen; he split everyone into groups of four-one photographer, one evidence gatherer, one task force member and one trained medical person-giving the task force member of the group a piece of chalk, and telling them to go until they reached a dead end, or survivor and doubling back to receive further orders, all the while drawing line so they don't get lost. It would be ten hours before most had returned-most because some fell into traps along the way; dying 9 times out of 10-but they had found Conan! They said that due to some starvation and dehydration he had been in a comatose state for almost a day now, and that if they had got to them any later he could have developed brain damage and more then likely died.

When he arrived at the hospital he had awoken for a minute asking weakly where someone by the name of Nny was, saying he had been gone for so long now, before passing back out. Where Was Johnny?

A/N: WOO! An actual cliff hanger! I feel special… hope it was worth the wait, and sorry once again.