Post by Johnny C. on Jun 29, 2007 2:25:07 GMT -5
Johnny C. whistled and twirled a medium sized knife as he walked out of the building and toward his car. He currently had spots of blood on his face and clothes as well as all over the knife. He had just finished killing all of the doctors in the Defective Brain Meats Institute so that his friend, Squee, could get out. After he waved good bye to Squee and helped him with what he should eat, he realized that he couldn't just leave him there and went back to kill them. Johnny was about as crazy as they come, but Squee was perfectly sane certainly didn't deserve to be there. Johnny opened the door to his car a jumped in. He looked at rear view mirror and saw that blood was all over his sickly-yellow skin, there was even some in his nearly-black blue hair. He grimaced and shuddered a little. He despised bodily fluids, about as much as the filling in a Twinkie. Reaching behind him he tried to feel for a small towel to wipe off the blood. He finally found one and quickly wiped the blood off. Next he jammed the key into the ignition and backed up the car. As he started driving out of the parking lot and toward the freeway he mentally went through his checklist.
Clothes? Check.
Knives and other weapons?He glanced at the rear view mirror. The only light that came were from the stars and the full moon, but he could still see the boxes that held his many knives, hooks and tasers, among other things. There was no way he was going to leave them behind.Check.
Nailbunny? He looked again and saw his beloved blue bunny. It wasn't alive anymore, it had a big rusty nail going through it to the other side and the head had been crudely sewn back on. It was Johnny's voice of reason.Check.
Money?Patted his pocket and felt his wallet. He had very little money, he took whatever his victims had on them, but he needed every cent right now.Check.
Die-ary? A black book with several blood stains rested in the passenger's seat. Check.
That's it. All set. He grinned as he realized that he was finally heading off on his vacation like he planned. He wanted to cast away all of his emotions. He wasn't going to go too far just yet, so he looked up at the signs as he drove on the freeway. The next city was Pasadena. So, Pasadena it is.
It was about 30 minutes later, with no traffic and Johnny driving like the madman that he was, that he finally got to Pasadena. He seemed to already be in the suburbs. He parked his car near a house that had a beautiful lawn with plastic flamingos and stretched his arms and legs. He was tired. No, scratch that. He wasn't tired. If he was tired he'd fall asleep and he hated sleep. He was always confused when he woke up. He already hadn't slept in weeks. Johnny looked up at the moon, it somehow seemed brighter than usual. He couldn't seem to stop staring at it. He shook his head and ran a black-gloved hand over his face. there was no way he was going to sleep. He picked up his Die-ary and pen and opened it to the first blank page. He stared at it for awhile before he realized that his eyelids were starting to drop. No! No, I will not sleep da**it! I will not- Before Nny could even finish his thought he was off the dreamland.
Clothes? Check.
Knives and other weapons?He glanced at the rear view mirror. The only light that came were from the stars and the full moon, but he could still see the boxes that held his many knives, hooks and tasers, among other things. There was no way he was going to leave them behind.Check.
Nailbunny? He looked again and saw his beloved blue bunny. It wasn't alive anymore, it had a big rusty nail going through it to the other side and the head had been crudely sewn back on. It was Johnny's voice of reason.Check.
Money?Patted his pocket and felt his wallet. He had very little money, he took whatever his victims had on them, but he needed every cent right now.Check.
Die-ary? A black book with several blood stains rested in the passenger's seat. Check.
That's it. All set. He grinned as he realized that he was finally heading off on his vacation like he planned. He wanted to cast away all of his emotions. He wasn't going to go too far just yet, so he looked up at the signs as he drove on the freeway. The next city was Pasadena. So, Pasadena it is.
It was about 30 minutes later, with no traffic and Johnny driving like the madman that he was, that he finally got to Pasadena. He seemed to already be in the suburbs. He parked his car near a house that had a beautiful lawn with plastic flamingos and stretched his arms and legs. He was tired. No, scratch that. He wasn't tired. If he was tired he'd fall asleep and he hated sleep. He was always confused when he woke up. He already hadn't slept in weeks. Johnny looked up at the moon, it somehow seemed brighter than usual. He couldn't seem to stop staring at it. He shook his head and ran a black-gloved hand over his face. there was no way he was going to sleep. He picked up his Die-ary and pen and opened it to the first blank page. He stared at it for awhile before he realized that his eyelids were starting to drop. No! No, I will not sleep da**it! I will not- Before Nny could even finish his thought he was off the dreamland.