Author's Note:
JoJo's Thunderstruck stand looks like Josuke's Crazy Diamond, but black and dark orange instead of white and pink and it has a white lightning bolt on its forehead and chest. Unfortunately, I'm leaving in an hour for Vegas and I have no time to go back and edit the first chapter, so I'll do it when I get back. See you all in a week.
Chapter 3: Joey Johnson (JoJo)
(Unknown Location in Royal Woods)
A young man that was in nothing but his dark orange boxers stood up from his bed and yawned, stretching his muscles while the warm morning sunlight from the window filled the room. He his dog tags around his neck and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. After dunking his face in the cold water of the sink, the man stared at his reflection.
Joey Johnson stood at six-five and he had well-built chiseled muscles that he gained from his military training and pumping iron; he had a build that nearly rivaled a young Arnold Schwarzenegger. The man had blue eyes, tanned skin, freckles on both cheeks, and black chest hair. JoJo also had a black five o' clock shadow that only enhanced his muscular rugged man look.
The oddest feature about the man was his snow white hair. It was strange because his chest hair and five o' clock shadow were black hair, but for some reason, the hair on top of his head was pure white. In fact, his hair kind of looked like Lincoln's, but a little bit longer and the tuft of hair that stood up in the back was absent.
"Come back to bed, Joey~" He heard the sultry voice of a woman from his bed. The man dried his face off and returned to bed to see the voluptuous red head that he met last night. She motioned him to seat next to her in which he did; she was quite beautiful and Joey was surprised at how good she was in bed.
"Yes, honey?" He said in a deep and gruff voice.
The woman's lust was replaced by concern as she gazed into his eyes.
"You were screaming and crying in your sleep, Joey. I tried to wake you, but I had to leave the room because you were rolling on the ground and yelling about war and your family." She said.
Joey sighed and looked down, finding the color of the crimson blanket more interesting than the subject.
"What happened last night?"
Joey's fists clenched and he found himself breathing hard. The woman was taken aback at how cold his eyes became in an instant; it was as if she was staring into the unblinking gaze of a dead man.
It won't happen. I swear on my soul that I won't lose them again…
"Joey-" She was about to touch his shoulder, but he started to sob. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he buried his face into his arms.
"Y-You can l-leave if you w-want too. I need s-some alone time a-and I must c-calm down." He spoke through his sobbing.
"Joey…" She spoke softly and tried to hug him, but he stood up from the bed wiping his tears.
"I-I said you c-can leave. L-Let me c-cry…"
The woman sighed and got up from the bed to gather her clothes while the man walked back into his bathroom. He stared at the mirror, his eyes were red from crying and he could have sworn he saw a black shadowy figure in the mirror taunting him with a cruel smile.
You're not strong enough.
You failed them all.
You-
*CRASH!*
The sound of glass breaking rang out in the house as Joey punched the mirror, shattering it and not caring that his hands were bleeding from the sharp glass. His sadness turned into boiling hot fury and unleashed a rapid fire of punches on the sink, moving at superhuman speeds while his face was a mask of wrath. The shadow continued to laugh at him even when the mirror was shattered to pieces.
"I will destroy you! You are Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! USELESS!" He yelled as his hands were surrounded in a mist-like aura, turning everything he touched into ice. However, during his unrelenting assault, he heard a woman calling for him as the world around him started to melt like wax from a lit candle.
"Joey…"
It sounded faint, but it got louder by the second.
"Joey!"
"Joey, wake up!"
"WAKE UP, JOEY!"
Joey opened his eyes to see the woman shaking him awake while he was sweating profusely. He sat up and stared into space with the woman hugging him.
"Are you, okay?"
The man sighed and did his breathing exercise to relax.
"Count to four, inhale. Count to four, exhale." He whispered to himself. A few moments later and he is completely calm.
"Yeah, it was just a bad nightmare, Becky. I'm fine." He smiled and reached over for his vodka on the night stand and took a swig.
"Want to drink?" He offered.
"No, thank you. It's too early." Becky declined his offer. He checked his watch to see that it was still morning; he had to pick up Lincoln later and he must vent his frustration before he meets the kid. He thought about doing his training routine, but then again, there was an attractive and busty red head in his bed…
"Want to go another round with me before you leave?" Joey flashed her a charming smile.
"Okay, but don't forget the protection." Becky grinned before giving him a french kiss. The man reached over and grabbed a fresh condom from his night stand. While he kissed Becky, he thought about his nightmare.
I promise on my soul that Lincoln Loud WILL prevail. I won't lose…again.
His eyes flashed with steel and determination. A few hours later after having fun with the woman that departed, Joey sat in a lounge chair in his backyard with an Ace Savvy comic in his hands; he was reading it while he was in nothing but his boxers while smoking a cigar. While he was reading and smoking, a black and brown german shepherd laid down nearby his foot, sleeping peacefully.
Old habits die hard.
He exhaled smoke and turned a page.
The classes with [STONE PILOT] by his side was more enjoyable due to it telling jokes about the teachers and helping him with his school work. It was like having a second Luan perched on his shoulder, but [STONE PILOT]'s jokes were a little mean, but it was still funny.
Ever since he got his stand months ago, his school life has changed. The girls now fawn over him when they would usually ignore him and he found himself becoming known across school, like those athletic jocks and pretty girls that were at the top of the social ladder.
Lincoln honestly found it annoying; he liked being ignored and just wanted to do his work quietly, he did not like the lifestyle of a popular jock filled with vanity. Clyde was basking in it though, as the nerd found a few girls flirting with him because they found out he was friends with Lincoln. It had to do something with his stand because one girl told him that he had an aura of confidence that the girls just loved.
He couldn't wait to get out of school and hang with JoJo. His first meeting with him was strange, mostly because he felt this strange connection with him; it wasn't just the fact that they were both stand users, it was more than that, but Lincoln was stumped at how to properly explain it. He just felt it. It was as if he was part of the Loud family and he somehow knew him for years…
(Later)
Joey rode on a black Harley Davidson motorcycle around the streets of Royal Woods. After a few minutes of driving, the man parked his motorcycle in the parking lot of Royal Woods Elementary, waiting for school to end. The bell rang and children poured from their classes to go home; he waved at a certain white-haired boy and his friend.
Lincoln and Gary saw JoJo and ran up to him with excitement.
"Hey, JoJo! How's it going?" Lincoln greeted him with a smile.
"We gonna watch ARRAGH! at the hangout?" Gary asked. The man smiled at the two boys.
"Yeah, get in. Lincoln you take the seat behind me, Gary you take the sidecar." He said to the boys, speaking in a deep and gruff voice. They nodded and hopped on the motorcycle.
His family knew about JoJo and after meeting with Lynn Sir and Rita, they trusted him to take care of Lincoln when it comes to tutoring, or having a boys day out. While driving, the man couldn't help but think about Lincoln as he hanged on to his back for dear life.
Look at me.
He thought.
So innocent and naïve. A little fragile glass cup that's about to be shattered into pieces under the weight of wrath and despair. I can't believe I was like this years ago; we're the same person, but he's nothing like me.
Joey drove a bit faster, causing Lincoln to tighten his hold on him.
So close, but yet so far.
The man drove the two kids to the hangout; a house owned by the man that was driving the motorcycle. He was the de-facto leader of the Royal Gang, not because he was a stand user, but also because he was the oldest one. His name was Joey Johnson, or JoJo for his nickname. He parked his motorcycle in the driveway and lead the kids inside.
"Timmy and Andre are car pooling and are going to arrive soon. You guys make yourself comfortable." Jojo said to Lincoln and Gary with a smile.
He was dressed in a dark orange t-shirt, a black leather jacket with a large dark orange star on the back of it that he kept zipped down, black steel-toed boots, black cargo pants, black fingerless gloves, and a gray utility belt with a Beretta 92S holstered in it. Jojo wore dog tags around his neck to show that he has done service in the Navy SEALs, a belt buckle of a silver bones crisscrossing, and a black Rambo-esque headband around his forehead that had a dark orange star on it.
JoJo lead the kids inside and closed the front door. Lincoln told the man about his dream, his upgraded stand, and his new stand that he got from today. He stared at Lincoln in confusion at his story, then motioned him to follow.
"Gary, you can play games on my console. I want to see Lincoln's stand."
He nodded and went over to the couch while the two went into the garage. JoJo's garage can fit three cars, but it was empty as he did not have any cars. The man took off his jacket and placed it on a coat rack.
"Alright, let's see this new stand of yours." Joey said, walking to the middle of the garage.
"[THUNDERSTRUCK]." His stand appeared behind him in combat stance.
"Alright, JoJo. [STONE PILOT]." Lincoln said, summoning his fighter jet.
I'm ready to lock and load, Linc!
"Hmmm…" Joey studied the stand.
"This one appears to be more intelligent than [THE WORLD]." He stated.
"Yeah, isn't it cool? It even gave me answers for some tests I did it class and I aced it!" Lincoln said with excitement.
"Can you try to stop time?" Joey asked Lincoln. The boy remembered the migraine he had earlier, but it went away over the course of the school day.
"Yeah, I can stop time longer."
"We'll do it at the same time." Joey said. Lincoln nodded.
"Za Warudo."
"[THUNDERSTRUCK]: Za Warudo."
Both stopped time at the same time, however, neither them and their stands were frozen. However, at the nine second mark, Joey and [THUNDERSTRUCK] started to slow down as their immunity to the time stop began to dwindle and when Lincoln moved, he seemed to blur from place to place.
[STONE PILOT] was immune for only a few seconds, freezing at the five second mark.
Hmmm, so he can stop time longer than I can now and his speed is accelerated during stopped time? I need to add this to my journal. My second stand came much later, but for him to get his in a shorter time than me? And it's very similar to [DANGER ZONE]? Interesting.
When it reached the twelve second mark, Joey was now completely frozen in time. Lincoln let the time stop end at his full eighteen seconds before groaning in pain and grabbing his head.
"Ugh, that annoying migraine is back." He muttered. Lincoln heard clapping and he saw Joey do a slow clap for him.
"Well, well, well, kid. I'm impressed." He smirked.
"Your stand has gotten more powerful and you have got a second stand." Joey stated.
"Will you fight my new stand? I want to see what it can do and it's been killing me all day!" Lincoln said with excitement.
All of a sudden, the two heard a doorbell ring.
"Oh, how about we do it later when we are done with the others? I need to check up on the rest of the gang and while you are my top priority; I must see how the other members are." Joey put his leather jacket back on.
"Dang it, alright." Lincoln said dryly and nodded.
"After I'm done with the rest, you and I will have extra time together. Sounds good?" He said, patting his shoulder and staring into his eyes.
Lincoln felt that strange connection again surge inside him when he looked into Joey's gaze. He just knew him on a spiritual level that the little boy couldn't understand; it was odd, but warm and comfortable. A nagging voice in the back of Lincoln's head kept reminding him how strange this connection with Joey is.
He stood up and walked to the garage door.
"Let's meet the others so we can watch ARRAGH!"
Lincoln smiled and joined Joey to meet the others and watch the show he missed.
You're so cool, JoJo. You're like the big adult brother I never had.