Johnny The Homicidal Maniac [PG-16] A +rep to constructive criticism

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[center][size="5"][b]Johnny The Homicidal Maniac[/b][/size]
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Just a crazy wacky fun(or not) fanfic. I think it might suck so if you could help me to make it less suck or not suck at all I would be so grateful and a +rep.[/center] [spoiler='Table of Contents'][b]Arc I
Wars and Rumors of Wars[/b]
[b]Chapter I[/b]: Breathing A New Mentality (posted here)
[b]Chapter II[/b]: Just A Shock (posted here)
Chapter III:

[b]Arc II
O God, the Aftermath[/b][/spoiler]

[spoiler='Chapter I'][center][b]Chapter I
Breathing A New Mentality[/b]


Long ago in a distant land, Aku the shapeshifting master of darkness unleash an unspeakable evil throughout the fertile land but a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magical katana stepped forth to oppose the grotesques fiendish monster. It is unknown exactly how long the battle lasted but with all the fact and historical evidence provided by over 600 manuscript and thousand of lore past down from generation to generation, today’s historian and mythologist can say for sure that it only takes the foolish samurai warrior 20 second to completely manhandle Aku and emerge victorious.

With a sexy yet provoking smile, the foolish samurai warrior walk away from his legendary battle scene. He turned around and leaves the lifeless corpse of Aku and place his magical katana back into it’s scabbard and walk away as a happy man, a hero that will be remembered forever but little did he know that during his fight with Aku when he slices Aku’s armed, it didn’t actually turned to dust like everyone though but it attaches itself onto the foolish samurai warrior’s scabbard and take it’s formed and now it have morphed back into the form of Aku’s arm and pierces into the chest of the foolish samurai warrior.

The attack was shocking for the foolish samurai warrior and had just stopped him on his track. With the amount of blood lost that he endured, the foolish samurai warrior began to felt dizzy and his vision started to become blurry while he just can’t stop shaking his hands. The lifeless corpse of Aku began to inhale breathe again and he took this situation as an advantage. While the foolish samurai warrior still battling life and death, Aku tore open a portal in time and flung him into the future, where the evil of Aku is law! Now the fool seeks to return to the past, and undo the future that is Aku! What is the fate of our foolish samurai warrior you ask? Well no one care mainly for the reason that he has little to do with our story and his not even the hero of our story.

The real story started a long, long time ago when there were no time and time has not yet to set in motion. In the centre of the universe lies a place, a prototype if you will, a prototype of earth but it has a lot of flaws and was in the shape of a disc where only the pagan gods sided there. In side A, the side where it faces the sun lived the pagan gods that was label as the “good guys” like Zeus, Odin, Ra and many more while in side B, the backside lives the “bad guys” like Hades, Loki, Anubis and others. As said before, the world has a lot of flaws and boring where they were only the gods that are there but no longer it will be.

One day after many uncounted days in the timeless period, two huge newcomer step up and became a worthy contender not just against the other pagan gods but also for each other as the make the perfect rival. Who are they? Well they are the two biggest douchebag with omnipotent powers. One creates life while the other took it so yes the two are the world renown God and Death. God stomp the others and crafted the earth while Death stood back and watch as the magnificent earth being molded from the ugly old disc world. After 7 days of hard work, both God and Death walked away for a while or a brief hiatus and this is when the other pagan gods return. Inserting their history into the mind of some of the human, making them worship the pagans instead of their Creator and the Creator’s friend. This angered both God and Death and the two rage wars against the pagan gods but the war took a few hiatus and eventually it was just forgotten by both parties mainly due to God being busy with the rebellion led by the Archangel Lucifer while Death was busy with managing his stable, his fellow co-horsemen. Although it was not a win, the pagans belief it was a good for them stay away from God because their powers are just a fraction of what they used to be when they were facing God.

Who is our hero then? Is it God? Death The Horseman? or is he or she one of the pagan gods? He is actually War The Horseman! But how did he become our hero? Well, in the midst of fighting his favorite son the Archangel Lucifer, God intervene when his loyal son the Archangel Michael was about to kill his little brother. Saving the devil from his demise which would lead Michael to question his Father’s intention. God told both of his sons that he has create the world and human so that both of them would see how the human are not the flaw, abortion or mess that the angel had though. The humans are certainly not perfect but they had been trying. While both boys still disagree, Michael stay true to his nature and try to see if the what his Father are saying is true, trying to believes in the inherent ability of mankind to make good choices, while Lucifer feels that human will only destroy, they were greedy, manipulative and untrustworthy. His Father was deeply disappointed with his favorite son, the son that he cherish the most had failed to see what His vision was and as for punishment, God had sent him to Hell where he ruled the side of human that he only wish to see, the corrupted and wicked side of human where they slowly mutated into demons.

While that was happening in both Heaven and Hell, Death the Horseman and his fellow colleague, but mostly his colleague had lost their “big job” as Lucifer with his forces of Hell and the Heavenly Host has show little interest in starting the apocalypse which they had been prep for, for a long, long time and thus they felt like they had been sucker punched in between their eyes while stuck doing their day job, function as embodiments of natural forces.

Pestilence had blame the human for their fate and stating that his wormy bacterial buddies have more right to be on earth more than the human while Famine get hungrier and became severely weaker and almost cripple by advances in agriculture. Just like Pestilence, Famine had blame the human for his fate and his fellow horsemen amigos. Unlike the two, War didn’t blame the human for their unkindly fate but instead he blame it on themselves. Their powers have been deteriorating their mind, making them slowly slip into insanity except for Death who’s power does not derive like the other horsemen did, making him the only horseman to not having a mental issue. Thus this lead War to fled from his job and his past life, abandoned his duties altogether making the aspect of existence supervised by war becomes more random and chaotic where war randomly happen and some of the war that was about to dissolve continued again.

From the realm between heaven and earth, War descend using a comet that he was supposed to used to destroy half of the world during the event of the apocalypse, tearing apart the sky with terror and destruction where he destroyed two military aircraft. Minutes later, his comet that was named Wormwood abruptly stops over a gap between two houses and lowers down into it. As the comet lands, it create a great cloud of dust which seeps out into the street. War's shadowy figure walks out of the dust and looks around with great curiosity. After manifesting himself out from Wormwood, War took his old human form to blend in.
“I am now Johnny! Johnny again!” War look up onto the sky and scream on top of his lungs.

While he inspect his surrounding happily, his eyebrows suddenly raised while his eyes widened and his mouth open. Why is War or Johnny’s expression suddenly change? Oh yes he was surprised to see that half of his rocky comet was half gone. His red coloured apocalyptic ring and his horse was there and now it’s gone. Although now he is scared of what will happen next but he has no time to waste so he quickly pulls out a capsule which unfolds as an electronic pad complete with pen. War, now as Johnny doodles a house on it.

After finishing up some ugly little detail on his poorly drawn house, Johnny closes the electronic pad into a capsule with a drill. He sticks the capsule into the ground. The capsule bores deeper and deeper into the ground before it stops. It unfolds into a fan shape and shoots mechanical tentacles in all directions. The tentacles reach the surface and lift the comet into the air and merged with it. A metal hub pops out of the ground and two poles shoot out on either side of the hub. The hub opens up and light pours out. A compact pink couch pops out of the hub and flies into the air. The couch unfolds and hits the ground. Four poles stand from the ground. The poles shoot tentacles that interlock to form a box. The tentacles that lifted the comet in the air form a wire frame of the interior of the house. The four poles shoot out beams of light that fill in the gaps between the poles. The beams of light then become solid walls complete with windows, a door, and other accessories. Two panels come out of the top of the house interlock to form the roof. A large hub forms on the right side of the roof. Out of this hub, a mechanical arm forms. The arm becomes a satellite. A few large tentacles shoot out of the left and the right of the house and latch on to the houses on both sides. They grip tightly and bore into the walls of the neighboring homes. In one house, a man sits in an armchair drinking a beer and watching television. The hole where the big tentacle penetrated from the other side is visible. Out of the hole, many smaller tentacles swarm into the house. The man watches as one of the tentacles attaches to his light fixture and drains it of energy.

After the completion of his house, Johnny walk towards it and took out a long dagger that look like a small sword and held it high as if it could reach to the sky and started to scream to the heavens.
“No God? The no rules!” Johnny screamed.
He now proclaim that God has been gone from heaven for a very, very long time and though that if God had not been around, why should the rules still apply?
“Are you crazy man?” a man’s voice said.

Johnny turn around and saw a skinny pale looking man. He was about in his mid twenties, almost 6 feet 1 in tall and probably weight in around 183 pound. At first, Johnny could care less about the another random human but when he saw the man directly in his eyes, he briefly going slightly cross-eyed and fluttering his eyelids, rapid wide-eyed blinking then suddenly exhaling and catching his breath while seeing random flashes with most of them looks like Johnny was watching a thousand of snuff films in his mind. When the flashes were over, he felt dizzy and couldn’t stand still. He hold his blade tighter than ever before and walk towards the man. The man look confused and backed away slowly, waving his arm like a madman, trying to signal Johnny that he didn’t mean to provoke him.

“Don’t worry dude, I though if I was using the ring longer I would end up crazy, but that was crazy talk eh?” Johnny told the man, his voice was low and almost hypnotic.

The man look more frighten then ever with his face almost turned blue and suddenly his body was taken over by fear and he felt flat on his butt, trembling. The flashes appear again, this time it looks brighter than it was before.

“I… I must kill you now or I’m going insane bro!” and he swing his blade toward the man, decapitating him with three jets of blood spurting out of his bleeding neck. He took of his cloth and took the man’s head and thrust it on his stomach while the man’s blood gushes from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. He did this until the flashes that keep appearing in his vision slowly disappear, one by one.

As the irritating flashes had disappear, Johnny went to his home but now he know that he had to kill to stay sane or he would revolt back into his true form and unleash unspeakable chaos around the world.[/center]
[/spoiler] [spoiler='Chapter II'][center][b]Chapter 2
Just a Shock[/b]

It’s been five months since Johnny, known previously as War the Horseman has been living side by side with the humans in the suburban area of New York, the city that never sleeps with the body of a 20 year old guy. Over the course of five moths, a lot have change, for instance the increasing number of war everywhere and also Johnny’s state of mind where he used to upraise war, manipulating almost every living thing to kill each other but now? Now..? now he had to kill innocent and used their blood to stay sane or he will return to his true form and rampage through the entire world and kill more and more.

It is vital for him to kill, using their blood to stop his mind from deteriorating by painting his victims blood all over his body. Although it is necessary for Johnny doesn’t mean he can go walk around freely murdering random folks. His murders had causes a lot of fuzz in the New York Police Department and also the New York Crime Lab, pressuring both the Police Commissioner, Frank Reagan and Detective Mac Taylor but the police department held little interest as they have little evidence linking the murder to anyone let alone towards the mythical horseman.

In this particular night however, the beauty of the cold risen full moon knows few challengers except for blood. Running down the street is Jeritova, a twenty five year old guy who works at a Christian satellite radio station as his day job but right now his being chassed by Johnny who’s blood thirst had been skyrocketing as of lately. Jeritova is obviously an amazing athlete in arts of parkour, incorporating it with situation like this can be beneficial to him but as to why Johnny insist on trying to kill Jeritova is beyond him because he could kill an easy target like an eight year old little girl but no, not for Johnny. The wound that Johnny had left in Jeritova’s arm has tainted the air that all of use breath in with the delicious smell of blood for Johnny. For him it’s weird how he has a much larger need for blood than any vampire he had ever encounter but somehow from the smell of the blood, Johnny knew that the blood was something special.

“What the hell you want from me?” asked Jeritova out loud with his head looking behind him but Johnny didn’t answer him so he precede to go with plan b, lose em with his style. Parkour!

He turned left and headed to the large stairways that leads to the playground. However, instead of wasting his time using the stair where Johnny would easily catch him, he jumped over the guard rail with both feet on one side, using his hand for a bigger and a faster jump. While in mid air, Jeritova spread open his legs so he could landed safely 7 feet below but somehow Johnny was right behind him and he drew his small long dagger-like shape blade and stab him in the back, almost cracking his spinal cord but the damage done by Johnny with the help of the impact when both men hit the floor is enough to paralyze Jeritova.

It work to Johnny’s advantage, Jeritova can’t move any inch of his body anymore. The numbness he felt in his legs makes him scared and his hand is to painful to move. Johnny get up but slowly as every inch of his body aching. He limp towards Jeritova and held his small blade up high, then thrust his blade onto Jeritova, piercing his kidney and the blood gush out slowly. Johnny place his hands on top of the wound and paint the blood on his body. He feeling of the warm blood relax him a little bit but he knew that it’s not enough as he felt a savage itching attack the back of his eyeballs. This was followed by a fall of twisting black threads across his field of vision. Johnny’s going crazy isn’t he? Yes he is but it won’t happen till 7 hours later.

Johnny, now desperate tried to kill of Jeritova and get it over with, so he could stay sane but the sound of a police cruiser siren stopped him. He look behind him and there was a police cruiser patrolling the suburb each day during the early morning like this but it was still far away, but not far enough for him to kill Jeritova and flee the scene without being notice, so Johnny would do what every brave man do, that is to run away before they caught him and that’s the manliest of manly stuff to do. The patrolling cops, Alex and Henderson stop to help the dying Jeratova and rushes him to the nearby hospital where Alex stay guard, fearing the killer would return to finish the job while Henderson stay back and search the suburban Tri-state area with the police department to find any clue or even better, the killer himself.

It was very late in the night or early in the morning, 4.30 A.M to be exact and poor little Squee was frighten by the sounds he heard outside of his window. What do you except from a 7 year old kid who believe almost everything he is told. So he ran to his parents room.

“Mommy? I heard a noise, funny noise, scary noise.” He said, holding his dusty dilapidated teddy bear he has named Shmee.

His mother, or her long shabby leg that is visible from her bed respond by kicking little Squee, rendering him of balance. Squee fall down after getting kick by her mother who seem to not care. He got up and told her the same thing again only this time her mother care or at the very least he think she does. She rose from her bed like how Count Dracula did from the old colorless movies back in the days. It surprise him at how his mother look’s like, like a freshly turned zombie or a perfect mummified Egyptian but he couldn’t blame her, it was the drugs that did this….yes the drugs did this, he blame it on the drugs.

“Mommy’s ignoring you honey…go bother your father or something, he’s in his studies.” She said then fall back to her bed.

Squee was disappointed with his mommy but he can’t really blame her. Plus, whatever that’s making the noise could be a super enhance vampire? His mother can defend them from a thing like that, let alone under the influence of white pony. Now, out from his parent’s room he told his teddy bear that his father would help them. His father’s a strong man, a very strong man but we all know that’s only in his mind. While walking down the hallway, the noise becomes louder and more obvious, like a piece of metal being drag into a cement wall with sparks coming out from the friction. The noise frighten him more and of course, he ran to his father’s study room which is downstairs. After running like what felt like a thousand miles a way, Squee finally arrive at his father’s study room. He paused for a while, trying to gain back his breath that he lost while running his way through the scary noise. Then gently he push the door open, and saw his father sitting in the middle of the dark room with only his table lamp shine it’s light upon him and his work.

“Daddy, I’m scared! I heard noises! Scary noises outside my bedroom. Daddy?” Squee told his father. Unlike his mother, his father responds to him immediately and straight to the point.

“Son, we just moved here. You’re just not used to the sounds of our new house.”

His father continue to work on whatever his doing and an awkward silence came and hit Squee, making him wish that he was all grown up and move away from his folks. Gripping his teddy bear, Squee quickly convinces himself to tell his father his situation again but his father then turned around and look at him, making him nervous and all sweaty inside before getting back to his work.

“I’m busy right now. Working. That’s all I seem to do now. I have to work to keep you alive. To feed you and I haven’t smile since the day you were born! Now back to sleep.”

That’s all his father has to say. Squee is more than disappointed, he’s hurt by his father’s words. Then he walk back to his room with a depressing heart and told his teddy bear that they it’s better for them to him inside their blanket and die in their sleep. When he opened the door to his room, he saw his window had been obliterate with only the frame left intact. The look beyond his broken windows and sees nothing but absolute darkness, so he decided to go to bed with Shmee but before he could tuck himself to bed, he heard a scream from his bathroom. He look at Shmee and open the bathroom door gently and silently so he won’t alarm the intruder. A small portion of his bathroom was shown and Squee took a small peep. To his surprise, it was only a man, a young skinny man. The man was screaming and throwing things in the medicine cabinet, trying to look for something particular.

“Where’s the f***ing bactine!” the man scream. The scream was loud and startled Squee who was observing the man.

“Oh Hello? I’m Johnny. So who might you be?” He gives his hand towards Squee, thinking he would shake it.

Meanwhile, back in the hospital Jeritova woke up and listen to a conversation between the doctor and Detective Mac Taylor of the New York crime lab but everything was blurry as he was heavily sedated after a very difficult surgery. The numbness he felt is still there, lingering inside him making him more depress. He couldn’t move an inch of his body and he tried to pray, to see why did God give him such terrible fate. But nothing but the emptiness, not even a sign he give up hope after all his devotion towards God that he had given and he was simply thrown to the sidelines. His tears slowly dry and everything in the room slowly being devour by the dark abyss. His eyes rapidly blink , trying to stay in reality but the effect of the sedative was to strong for him and slowly he slip from his reality. While in the darkness, he could listen to a voice of a man. It sounded like nothing he ever heard before, a beautiful voice almost angelic-like that reside a poem.

I knew I would die but my lips could only say;
I'm not your son, so why have you forsaken me?

There's a hole in my heart but it just makes me unholy
Crucified that night and I walked away with alter-egos
Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel

With my faith in ruins my duty still breathes strong
I'm a parrot in a cage just singing prayers to belong
to a textbook of my crying, lying, dying history;
a textbook of my crying, lying, dying history
a textbook of my crying
a textbook of my lying
a textbook of my dying
a textbook of my history

Then a man appear before him. He look like an older version of himself, a more masculine and clean version of himself to be exact.

“Who…or..” Jeritova tried but he can’t finish his sentence. But now, he could felt his legs and his entire body again. He walk around and jump up and down in the eternal darkness, felling happy that he could his entire life again.

“I am..Jericho, an angel of the lord” the man told him, his face was emotionless like an assassin.

“How do I know your telling the truth?” asked Jeritova madly since the angel disturb his joyful celebration. Lightning flashes through out the room and on Jericho’s back appears to be a shadowy pair of wings, stretching off into the distance. The light goes out and the image disappears.

Jeritova was shock by the revelation, his eyebrows was raised while his eyes and mouth open wide, wide enough to fit an entire family of elephants. Jeritova was paralyze by his this stunning thing appear in front of him.

“What do you want?”

“Your body! I need your consent in order to posses you.”

“Why do you need my approval to take my body? I always though angel can come down like this, like you right now.”

“I’m not on earth, I’m in your mind and I need your permission for your body, you’re my vessel for me to walk on earth.”

“Why now? Is it because I lose my faith?”

“No. There’s a war. Both in Heaven and Hell and it would destroy you world and mine. So, what do you say to saving the world?”

Jeritova held the angel’s hand and said yes. A huge white light consumes Jeritova’s room and burn everything with in, even the cop that was standing guard outside the room. [/center][/spoiler]

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