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Obsession	By : DancingMouse Category: Comics > Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Views: 1823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This was written for amusement purposes only. I am not making any profit from this nor do I own JTHM. I only own Obsession, an OC.

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Obsession

Disclaimer: Jhonen owns all, except for a future character, Obsession. He’s mine.

Author’s Note: Well, I wanted to do a realistic Jimmy/Johnny for the longest time, and also possibly explain Jimmy obsession over Nny. I just couldn’t figure out how to get it to work, until now that is.

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Sparks flew as he pressed the metal to the spinning stone, grinding and lighting up the surrounding area in an orange-yellow glow. In the little basement of the abandoned building he recently stayed in, he was lucky to even have found a stone and some other materials to rig up a makeshift knife sharpener. While it was physically draining work, working the pedal and adjusting the various pieces and the flickering lights above his head didn’t help his vision much, he couldn’t argue with the results.

Pushing his protective goggles, which he stole from some construction site while no one was looking, into his spiked hair, he smiled proudly. The slender edge of the blade could split even the thinnest of hairs and the blade itself was well crafted. It was a job well done for basically just using a stone held together with a few pieces of rope.

Knocking a few stray soda cans and various food wrappers off the age dulled wooden table next to him, he pulled his beaten leather suitcase out from under it. Fishnet fingers flipped open the latches, exposing the elegant, yet lethal, instruments inside and lovingly placed the newly minted weapon inside. Closing the lid, he picked it up, making his way up the creaky wooden stairs and pushing open the squeaky hinged door.

“Another day, hopefully another penny,” Jimmy thought forlornly, as he made his way down the trash ridden streets, past zombie eyed pedestrians who stared blankly ahead as they made their own way down through the city. He hoped to make eye contact with at least one person today, in hopes of selling one of his pieces, to at least eat today. Living day to day like this was hard, but he had no other choice. No one wanted to give him a chance, especially when they found out he dropped out of high school. He had no choice really, seeing as it was his life or his education that hung in the balance at the time, and he picked the one he felt he needed more. Not that it bettered his life, but at least he wasn’t living in a ditch somewhere.

Feeling drained from lack of three square meals a day, he sat down on a bench, which was covered with advertisements and declarations of love, setting his case on the scarred seat next to him. He’d be lucky to get one meal a day, sometimes he even resorted to shoplifting out of desperation. Today seemed like one of those days. No one would spare an underweight, haven’t bathed in a few days person like him a second glance. They were too wrapped up in their own little worlds to even spare a passing glance at their surroundings.

He popped open his case, exposing the shiny lethal weapons that lay nestled within. Hopefully they’ll catch someone’s eye and he wouldn’t have to risk taking from the 24/7 for his dinner again. Looking with hopeful eyes at anyone who passed, silently beckoning them over to him, he waited patiently. He ignored the pangs that signaled he needed food churning through his stomach and the lightheadedness that accompanied it in favor of trying to attract a potential buyer.

“Hey, you wanna knife? It’s pre-sharpened and everything,” He asked the next person who passed him, giving up on his silent beckoning. The person didn’t even look at him, just continued their fast paced stride forward. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, but didn’t give up. Hunger and the need to survive triggered an unwavering stubbornness in people, and he was no different. He stood, picking up one of the knives in the process.

“Check this out! You can shank someone really good with these!” He said, grabbing the nearest person and stabbing the victim through the side, ignoring the gurgling cry and blood that poured over his hand. That triggered a few nervous glances in his direction, along with an abrupt move across the street.

“Okay, that was a poor advertising choice. Scratch that move off the list," He thought, grimacing slightly in embarrassment as he dropped the twitching body. Looking down at his knife, he felt that familiar, “This is going to be one of THOSE days” feeling building in his stomach. He sank back down on the bench slowly, running his fingers along the blade. He briefly wondered if he pressed hard enough, if he would sever a major artery or something. He shook his head, roughly pushing that thought out of his head. He may have been desperate, but he wasn’t that desperate. Not yet anyway. Just then, a shadow fell over him, blocking the light around him.

“Hey fuck face, you’re in my-“ He raised his head, preparing to verbally, and perhaps physically, rip into whoever was invading his personal space. The scathing words he had prepared died on his tongue when he realized that the person was showing a detached interest in the body that lay next to him.

“I’m going to choose to ignore that insult because I have a few questions for you,” The stranger said, his raspy voice holding a slightly psychotic edge, like he was trying not to snap. He nudged the body with the toe of his steel toed boot, sneering at the slight squishy noise it made. “Is that your handy work?”

“Y-yeah. What of it?” He said, green eyes narrowing in a challenge.

“Hmm. Very crudely executed, stabbing someone in the ribs. I find going for the jugular to be much more effective. Much more blood flow that way.” He glanced at the still bloody knife in Jimmy’s hands. “Hey, I’ve seen you around before. You sell those knives, or at least try too. I haven’t seen anyone buy one yet.”

“What, you a stalker or something?”

The stranger chuckled darkly. “That’s not my style. I prefer to be more straightforward.” He looked at the knife in Jimmy’s hands. “Is that one for sale? I need a new knife since I was forced to leave one of mine lodged in some asshole’s trachea.” A smile stretched across his thin face slowly, eyes brightening. “That’s one less ass tick in the world, and a million more to go.”

Jimmy looked at the stranger, eyes wide with shock, and some awe. “So…you kill people?” He asked dumbly.

“Ahh, not just people mind you.” His eyes held a psychotic spark, and the far away look of someone getting lost in their conversation. “The sub-human pieces of shit that deserve a death greater than I can give them, who deserve their throats ripped out and their entrails wrapped around their-!“ He cut himself off, eyes focusing back on Jimmy. “What were we talking about?”

“You wanted the buy my knife,” Jimmy told him quietly, eyes still wide. His brain was still trying to process the information.

“Oh yeah. How much is it?” He patted around his waist, and finally pulled out a few bloodstained bills from his back pocket. “I got at least two twenties and a ten here. I think.”

Jimmy looked from the bloody bills to the stranger’s glinting eyes. Fifty bucks could buy him dinner, and maybe a few other necessities.

“Sorry, but it’s all I have.” His voice sounded sincerely apologetic as he held the bills out to Jimmy.

“Umm…sure that sounds good.” At this point, all he wanted was to eat, and fifty dollars was nothing to frown at, at least when all the money your used to seeing is a penny laying on a sidewalk once in awhile. He took the money, not even caring about the blood on it, just happy to have it period.

“Thanks.” The other grinned, taking the knife out of Jimmy’s hands and held it up to his eyes, examining it closely. “Nice craftsmanship. This will serve me well.”

“Thanks, I made it myself,” Jimmy said, grinning proudly. Making knives was the only thing he felt he was good at, so feeling proud about it was okay with him.

“Hmm. Well, see you around.”

“Wait. What’s your name?” Jimmy asked, just in case he saw the man around. Hell, he could even try to make him a regular customer with enough persuasion.

The other smiled again, the same manic smile from before. “People call me Nny,” He said before turning and walking down the street, steel dully clanking against concrete as he did.

Jimmy stared after him, watching his graceful movements, like a leopard prowling the jungles. He looked down at the money in his hand before blinking and shoving it in his pocket. He’d have to see if he can get to know more about this Nny person.

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Wooooo! Jimmy and Johnny meet for the first time. This is why this story is slightly AU. Also, I hope Jimmy and Johnny are somewhat In Character. I’m still pretty new at writing these guys.

This Chapter felt like I was rambling about nothing. Hopefully, there’s a believable back story in there somewhere that didn’t make Jimmy seem like a Mary-Sue.
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