A/N: I am now sneaking on the computer to write these stories, and that is really difficult because the computer is in my mom's room…T_T. But I will try my best to finish this chapter…

Ch 6: Escape

He was in a small room, hand-cuffed to an old fashioned radiator-oh the cliché-ness of it all-that group had managed to get ten elephant tranquilizers in him. Just long enough for them to strip him down to his undies (Enter unwanted mental scarring here) and throw him in this room. Johnny wished he had his pants, he felt like an animal, barely clothed, stuck in a cage. Suddenly the door began to open. Being in the condition he was in, he silently slid his hand-cuffs to the other side of the radiator and ducked behind it just in time. There were two large people entering the room, one seemed nervous, and the other annoyed. Johnny knew studying the final heart beats of his victims would come in handy.

"Where'd he go?" said the annoyed one.

"How would I know?" the nervous one said back, his voice trembling with fear. Johnny smirked, the annoyed one was getting nervous too. Time for fun.

He reached up into his wild mass of hair and pulled out the skeleton key that he always kept just in case; paranoia can pay off as well. In just a few seconds the cuffs had slid off his nimble fingers, he was careful to place the metal shackles on the ground so they made no noise. He peeked over the radiator to see the goons weren't facing him, and without warning he jumped over the barrier and landed on one of their backs, causing him to shriek in terror.

Johnny reached up and ripped an old rusty pipe out of the ceiling; pulling furiously down he couldn't stop it from impaling the man's face, which immediately knocked him out. Not knowing what to do next, Johnny smashed the pipe to bits in the face of the other man then made a run for it, he tried to remember where he was when he had passed out. Soon the surroundings became increasingly familiar until he found the exact spot where he had passed out, from there he knew the way out, and he was headed towards it when he realized something extremely important, he was almost entirely naked.

With a sigh he resigned himself on top of a box, head in hands he looked down at the box he was sitting on, formulating a plan, when he noticed the label read 'XS Male Clothing, Color: Black/Dark Blue'. He almost let out a howl of joy when he read that. They had put his clothing in that box! Halleluiah! (Johnny said Halleluiah…I now fear for my life and yours, dear readers.) After returning his clothing and Bomb to their rightful places, the clothing to him and the bomb to the wall, activated now the bomb was ticking, Johnny checked the time on the clock and realized that it would detonate in less then three minutes.

To say the least Johnny ran as fast away as he could…like his ass was on fire, because if he didn't run any faster it really would be. He was almost half a block away when it blew up…it wasn't good. First the explosion blew him into the air, and with all the weaponry that was in the warehouse made the explosion ten times worse then Nny had originally estimated, shrapnel nearly sliced him to ribbons, a brick hit him in the head, knocking him out…just before he fell in to the water.

/\^/\ONE WEEK LATER/\^/\

Alexis Herrick was fishing when she had found a man out drowning out at sea, she had received some awards and words of praise, but the only thing she cared about was that the person she rescued came out of his coma. According to the doctors he had been caught in the path of the explosion that had gone off in the warehouses and blown him off into the water, but not before being knocked unconscious by some flying debris. No one had come to claim him.

Right now she sat next to this person, that she didn't even know the name of, watching the news and hoping for his condition to improve. Just two days ago they had found the hiding place and discovered the name of the man who had been murdering all of those people; Johnny C. They had only been able to save one of his prisoners, a young boy that had been missing for nearly a month and a half. Right now the boy was in the same hospital.

/\^/\MEANWHILE…/\^/\

Conan had woken up and was currently walking around the hospital, getting some much needed exercise. He was looking in at some of the other patients every now and then, when he saw something that made him stop almost dead in his tracks, a mix of joy and terror, overcoming him. There in room 777 was Johnny C., better known by his nick-name Nny, lying in bed. Conan entered the room, and Alexis noticed this.

"Why hello there little boy." She greeted him warmly, Conan smiled ay her. He walked up to the bed where Nny lay comatose.

"Has anyone touched him since yesterday?" he asked the woman, she was surprised by the question, but quickly shook her head no. Conan nodded approvingly, and climbed on a chair near the bed. Cautiously he poked him in the temple, no reaction. Just as he was about to leave his wrist was snatched up and he was being held a good five feet above ground. He turned his head to see a considerably pissed Johnny looking at him with blood shot eyes. A look of recognition crossed Nny's face and he set Conan on the bed. Alexis was knocked out the second Johnny rose from his sleep.

"Hey, Jimmy!" he said happily, he gathered his surroundings. "How long have I been out?" he asked truly concerned.

"Well, I was without food or water for around five days, and they found me two days ago, so I'd have to say at least a week."

Johnny's eyes widened in horror. "DAMN! Now I'll have to stay up for a year straight to make up for this much sleep!" as Nny was spazing out Conan saw that Alexis had woken up and was back to watching the news, mortified. On the screen was a police sketch of Johnny that the police had released (they had obtained it from the boxes of evidence they had received from Johnny's hometown in Brazil).

"Uh, Nny," Conan said tugging on Johnny's gown (A/N: picture that, oh that's scary). Johnny stopped and saw the television screen. In a flash he scooped up Conan and jumped out the window…which was on the 7th floor.

A/N: Sorry once more it took so long, but one or two more chapters and on to my next bad-ass JtHM story, featuring Creature Feature and Cirque Du Freak.