Author's Note: Okay I do have to apologize for not updating for so long. I did update a long time ago cept on DevART. Sorry. But now FanFic is having a problem yet again with my computer uploading documents. So i'm here on my Big Sis's computer. I hope you enjoy this, and not sharpen your knives even more...

Disclaimer: I do not own Jhonen Vasquez does... I sound like a broken record...

Chapter Two- Johnny Be Goode

Madison awoke to a world that was entirely upside down! And the sudden numbness and rushing blood from her toes gave the hint that she was hanging upside down.

She tried to move, but her arms, legs, and hands were bounded by ropes she was hanging upside down tied to the ceiling… Madison looked up at her feet the rope holding her up seem pretty strained maybe even broken by unnecessary movement…

!Light Bulb!

She started to swing back and forth. Making the ropes creak and whine with protest. She continued to swing getting higher each time; finally with a loud snap of the ropes she fell to the ground face first.

"Rah… My face…" she muttered into the floor.

Madison rolled over to see the room she was in was filled with, crap. Boxes upon boxes littering the small space, she spotted a knife from the top of a large stack of boxes.

Not thinking for a second, she inch wormed herself near the tall stack of boxes (also knocking over some other boxes). Losing control she rammed herself into the mini tower and the contents spilled and crashed all around her. Luckily none of the harmful items hit Madison but being hit off the head with a…yeah a microphone wasn't all smiles.

"Oh hey I found it!" She said triumphantly.

She snatched the knife with her teeth and aimed down to start to saw away her restraints.

About 15 minutes later Madison succeeded in cutting free of enough ropes to use her hands. "Ha, ha!" Madison declared, standing and stretching her sore limbs.

"mm… I feel way better now, now time for my sneaky escape-" She stopped when she heard foot steps and a faint curse or two.

"Eepp!" She cried and looked franticly around for a decent hiding spot. She ran and crouched behind a large pile of boxes.

The door creaked open and also without further a due came some angry mutterings.

"What the hell is making so much damn noise, I can hear it from the second floor!" He stated unhappily kicking at a tin can.

Madison tried to slow her breathing but everything seemed so tense in this house. The cursing of the man stopped and Madison peeked over the top to get a better look at her plausible captor. She saw a lanky, raven-haired man she keeps running into! He had his back to her.

He was examining the ropes she cut herself out of and the knife she used, which was still wet with saliva. He stood up and said "Ah… Looks like I hooked a smart one."

"This could be interesting, Helllooo are you still in here?" he asked stepping around the random mess.

Madison moved out of peer sight, with goose bumps all up her arms, she was still in her uniform the footsteps of her captor stopped right behind her hiding spot. She felt the pile lean towards her.

"If you're still in here then I might as well say, that your are not in any real danger. I just simply need some answers to some simple questions. Like why you look so damn familiar." He said casually picking some dried blood of his nails.

"Eff tells me just to kill you and not worry about it. But I am worrying. Your appearance makes memory pictures pop up in my head. Neat huh?" He asked to no one.

Madison looked down to her shoes, when without warning a hand snatched onto her wrist and a manic smile to match her wicked kidnapper's face.

"You're very smart lady. Now are you going to help me answer my questions or lest I just skip straight to he horrible tortured death?" He asked.

Madison stared then asked "If I answer your questions will you let me go?"

He blinked his face scrunched into thought; he nodded after a few seconds. Also without any warning he still had his hand wrapped around her wrist he dragged her out of the room. This was the first time she got a close up good look at him. He was wearing a black shirt with black and blue stripped sleeves with steeled toed boots that went up to his knees and his ripped edged pants stopped a few inches above his boots. He was wearing a white apron hell it was white. It was splattered with wet and dry blood.

For thirty minutes Madison was dragged up sets of stairs still having a firm grip on her wrist. They finally reached the top of the stairs (after crossing through multiple rooms and hallways) Madison found herself in an equally disgusting room. But it was different; it had a couch instead of chains and screaming people. It had a T.V with a pair of bunny ears on top of it.

He dragged her over to the "couch" and pushed her down on the uncomfortable piece of furniture.

"I'll be back, I have to change out of this." He said pointing at the ruddy rag of an apron. He rushed out, and into the kitchen near by.

Madison glanced around the room in mild disgust. Wondering how any person could survive in such a hell.

He shortly came back; he had underneath the rag been a simple black shirt with yellow Egyptian symbols.

He sat down opposite end of the couch, his eyes filled with wondrous curiosity.

"Now tell me miss, what is your name? Where did you grow up?" he asked.

Madison looked down to her feet in thought then said, "My name is Madison Right, I did a lot of growing up in a city not to far from here."

"Hmm… Hmmmm… HMMM. Madison. I can't recall that name." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"What's your other question?" Madison asked egar to leave the filth… Then wallow in it outside. (A/N: Wow now that you think of it, Johnny's House isn't much worse then the outside world huh?)

The Man's eyes flickered realizing reality still existed. He nodded and then his face scrunched into thought once more. It was like he was trying to remember the questions or is making them up on the spot.

"I've thought it through and I have one last question. Is it just me or is it getting really noisy in here?" He asked sticking a finger in his ear.

Noisy? The only thing louder in here was inside her head babbling shouting commands and that was all from Roy. Could Madison's captor possibly hear the frantic Roy? Regardless of what certain questions that went through her head, Roy continued to chatter like a monkey.

"This guy is a psycho, run for god's sake! The door is right there! If you go now he won't be able to chop you up!" Roy shouted he was getting louder every minute creating a massive headache within her head.

This stress was making Madison's blood boil she could take it no more and then she shouted "Shut up!"

The man just stared as Madison as she was wheezing painfully "Whatever that noise is. It's loud and bossy." He said stretching his long arms.

Madison looked up, confused to what he was saying.

"What the hell? I'm not bossy!" Roy's attention now off his creator.

Madison was still even more confused as to why either of them can hear each other.

The Man stood and started to poke her forehead all the while saying "Don't be so cheeky! What's you name, vermin?"

Madison smacked his hand away from poking her any more, her eyebrows furrowing dangerously.

"I'm not done! That rude worn, has something to say to me!" The man insisted.

"No! I'm leaving. I don't know why you can hear Roy and I don't want to know!" She shouted standing up, her eyes filled with fury. She turned on her heel towards the door.

"And who gave you permission to leave?" He said frowning, he slowly pressed a knife to her back he then stretched his arm out and pressed a knife to the soft flesh of her neck.

She was startled to feel the warm trickle of blood and the cold steel on her neck and back. Madison shivered and breathed out a shaky small gasp.

"Now relax, stay awhile. After all you are my guest." He whispered crudely into her right ear.

It was hard to relax her muscles but she eventually did as he asked, "when will I be able to leave this filthy house?" She asked pursing her lips; this guy wasn't somebody to take lightly.

"I will remove the knives, but promise me you will sit down calmly. Or we will have to continue this conversation it the basement you in those lovely chains" He asked lifting up his pinky finger that was once wrapped around the hilt of the knife.

Madison reached up and pinky swears him. He slowly withdrew the knives and put them back into his pocket in case he needed them again to keep Madison here.

"Now tell me… Do you recognize me at all?" he asked abruptly.

"Well kind of. Not really you're very familiar but I can't match your face with a name." Madison answered honestly.

He nodded. "You can go." He said waving a hand and shuffling towards a room off to the right. "You can show yourself out right?"

"That's all? No more questions?" She asked surprised, having to go through all that crap for one measly question.

"Just go before I change my mind." He said maliciously.

Madison nodded. Her bag was hanging on a nail on the wall along with her coat. She grabbed both letting herself out the near-by door. She stood in the doorway, she looked back and he was already in the other room muttering to himself

Madison continued her departing then stared out across the street in disbelief. Across the street was her apartment building…

-Inside Back At Madison's Home-

It was late at night, Madison already bathed and was into clean clothes unable to sleep. She was examining her healing scabs she received when fighting the wereleaders. One long gash stretched across under her right eye down to the lower half of her cheek.

"That's defiantly going to scar." She said rubbing it gently, causing moment of pain in her face.

"I can't believe that weird-o! He could hear me!!!" Roy shouted in the same panic as before.

"Stop yelling. You're giving me a headache. I'm home so stop being a big baby about the entire experience." Madison said tiredly.

"Ha! You want a real headache!? I'll give you a headache. Something to cry about…" He said becoming silent.

Madison put on a confused face, but then a painful throbbing developed in the back of her head. It was not only getting worse.

Madison held her head eyes squeezed shut. She bent down to one knee.

"S-s-stop!" She wheezed pitifully.

"No…" came a faint reply.

The pain escalated, her eyes felt like they're were trying to escape her head. Yet Roy seemed to be enjoying himself laughing like a maniac. "P-please…" she whimpered. Tears leaked out the sides of her creased eyelids. The throbbing subsided instantly.

She fell to the floor clutching the bathroom rug breathing heavily. She opened her eyes to semi-transparent shoes. She blinked then looked up to a crazy jagged red-haired man, dressed… Like she was. He bent down to look into her eyes. His lips moved and words came out.

"Holy cow. This should teach you something. Now we did share a body and when I command you to do something. I say so for my own good." He said grasping her chin, somehow turning her head left to right examining her weary face.

"I think I over-did it a bit. But hey! I'm out and have this wonderful body. That you can only see." He said poking her nose and smiling brightly.

"Gargh?" Madison mumbled.

The familiar sounding Man in front of her took her arm and hauled her up to a standing position. She wobbled from side to side but keeping her balance because of the man's hands. She put a hand to her head, wishing the world would stop spinning.

He was a couple inches shorter then Madison, he had shining mischievous blue eyes.

"Ah… Who the fook are you?" she asked slapping his hands away from her arm.

"I'm Roy, you moron. I didn't put that much pressure to the back of you head…" he drawled.

"You can't be. You were just a voice in my head. How could you materialize?" She asked perplexed, circling Roy studying his now becoming more transparent body.

"Magically…" He said sarcastically, but waved the question away.

She sighed, and rubbed her sore head and walked out to the hall and over to the couch, collapsing from the brain cook out.

"Now, you can't be that shocked. You don't have to worry so much, no one else except you can see or hear me. Like I already explained." He said, stretching his now newly formed body.

"Right now, all I'm worried about is how I manage to get you back into my head." Madison said seriously.

"You can't, and even if you could. I wouldn't go." He stated a-matter-a factly. "Besides…" he sat down stretching an arm over a glaring Madison's shoulder. "This should be fun."

End Of Chapter

Yes this is the end, plot twister huh? Didn't see that coming did ya!? Anywho, the title of the chapter is a song without the E. I like the E ok? So since I also updated -again- DevART I'm also going to put up Chapter Three today. I apologize again!

-Darkarise