She opened her eyes drowsily, she felt that her eyes were blurred; the horrifying reek of blood and decay burned her nostrils. Screams and cries for help tore at her eardrum from the cascading darkness. Her head pounded and she shivered, it was then when she noticed she was hanging from a wall by rusty chains, they scratched at her wrists and she gasped in sharp pain. Whining in the cold, dark, and damp room she heard breathing that was not her's.

And then memories flooded into her brain like a dam had just broken.

I remember now! She thought. I was walking with someone... Who was it? She strained herself to remember the name...

"Johnny!" she yelled. "Where am I? Why'd you take me and where's Johnny!" She heard a familiar growl, "Johnny? Johnny are you there? Are you ok?"

That growl lowered and stopped slightly for a breath, "I'm here Molly, and I'm alright." He said in a monotone voice, "I have always been ok, you should worry about yourself though, Molly."

"Why is that Johnny?" She shook from the chains helplessly, grunting and struggling to breathe without suffocating in the humidity of the room.

"You should worry that your mistake will kill you" Seconds after he said that a light flicked on showering the room in light, though it was dim it blinded Molly.

Molly seeing that Johnny was not bound to anything, she suddenly realized what was happening, "No... Johnny... You can't kill me! No! Johnny why! Why me? First Dib, now me! Johnny I did nothing to you! I couldn't Johnny, I think I-"

"Shut up, you stupid miserable bitch!" He screamed, "You know why you're here! You mocked me! I could see it in your eyes... eyes deeper then the ocean... bluer even... Filled with the foolishness of how you silently make fun of me." He lifted a scythe from a table filled with blades and daggers and swords. "You twisted fuck."

Her hand twitched, cutting her wrist, "No, no, no... No Johnny! Johnny why would I do that? I'd never mock you, I'd never taunt you." She let her eyes zoom across Johnny's face, searching desperately for any feeling or trust in it. "Johnny why?" She whispered.

"You lied to me, to think I could even try to call you a friend. Even say I like you, more than you could ever know..." He raised the blade "And now you can't!" He thrust the scythe onto her head, Molly screamed in pain and terror. He turned and sighed, "You will never know Molly..." He walked out of the basement, shaking his head.

Hours later Johnny heard an uncomforting moan from his basement. It made him feel unsettled, for it was a dainty, weak and full moan. The only moan that could make him feel guilty. With a slight inner voice nagging him not to, he entered the thresh hold of the basement door, the lights still on.

The scythe was on the floor, covered in Molly's innocent blood. Behind it was the young woman, gasping for air, whispering prayers.

"Please god... Let me live..."

"God? That slob won't help you, trust me. I've met him." Johnny walked up closer to Molly.

"Trust you?" Molly made a pathetic attempt to smile, "You tried to steal my life."

"It was for-"

"Nothing! Johnny I can hear what the voices say down here! They beg for forgiveness, they shout apologies and threats, but... they can't say that they trusted you."

Johnny stumbled backward, shocked he mumbled, "Trusted me? Y-You did?" He looked to the ground. "No one's ever trusted me..."

"Johnny I-" She squeaked in an attempt to scream. "Ow... M-My head..."

Johnny leaned up against Molly; she smelled his sweet smelling breath as he undid the shackles holding her to the wall.

She stood on the ground and wobbled. Unstable, her legs gave out and collapsed to the concrete. She groaned in terrible pain.

"Geez..." Johnny whispered. He picked up Molly and held her like a baby, placing his hand where her gash was.

The bear skin on her wound stung, she squeaked and held her eyes closed tight.

He shushed her and tried to speak gently "Calm down, we'll dress your wound, and get you some rest..."

She nodded and let Johnny carry her out of the room

"What about me?" Screamed a random prisoner whom hung on the ceiling.

Johnny looked up at him, "Shut the fuck up" He said turning off the light and leaving the basement...