Johnny Chaos

Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 12:03 am

Later that night, the opening door was masked by a goodbye note, left rocking on folds, over the kitchen table.

"I'm sorry, I just can't have you put in the middle of this, no matter how safe it seems, right now. Please, forgive me, and, thank you for all you've done."

A few minutes pass, before she's got her thumb out on the sidewalk, and a man in a black truck picks her up. Soft spoken details of where, as the vehicle began to pull away.

A long night's drive, headed towards the boarder of the city, before she was awokend by the sound of the man's voice. "What the hell?" She lifted her head, with her jaw widend, as she stared to the road infront of them. The truck brought to stand still.

Dim lights, met the exterior of a black mustang. Still in idle. While Johnny stood, with his arms folded to his chest, and a toothpick hanging from the left side of his mouth.

As the man and Emma slowly leave the truck. He turns his eyes towards her, seen through the top of his black shades. "You don't just come into someone's life, tell them a story, and then expect to walk out of it that easily." He then turned his eyes to the other man, before returning them to Emma. "If you want to go to New York that badly, get in."

"Hey pal, who the hell do you think you are?" The other man interrupted, staring down his eyes at Johnny. A pistol slipped from Johnny's belt, at his back, quickly hammered back, and aimed at the man's head. "Don't be stupid, buddy." Then he turned his eyes back to Emma, with a more demanding tone.. "Get in, now."

Emma began to walk towards Johnny, as the other man lifted his arms and stepped back. "Forget this, crazy fucking people."

Johnny nodded his head. "Wise choice." Then proceeded to walk around to the otherside, opening the door for Emma, and letting her climb in before he jumped up, and slid over the top, back to the drivers side, and climbed in, still in idle for a moment, before he turned his eyes to her.

"First thing's first. Credit cards, cell phones, anything electronic or traceable, hand it over." He said staring at her, as she nodded in understanding, carefully laying her items into his hand, as he quickly flung it out the window. "Good, next. Buckle up, and don't touch my stereo."

She nodded calmly while keeping her eyes on him, as he jerked the wheel pressing the gas, and jerking from its parked place, speeding off down the road.

Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 2:29 am

Great additions. I'm really liking this

Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 4:57 pm

"So, why did you want to find this place anyway?" Emma asked, as she looked at Johnny with a questioning look in her eyes. "You let me worry about that beautiful." He said with a smile. "You just tell me, if you're sure this is the place?"

She nodded her head some. "Yes. Two of his more frequent informants, is in this club.. Fat Joe Smith, and Audrea Wrinker, the one's usually in a back table, with women around him, and the others a cook, in the back room, has a tattoo of a spider on his left arm."

"Fat Joe Smith?" He questioned for a moment, before shaking his head. "Nevermind.. Right, well you just sit out here, have a smoke if you want, and just relax." He offered her a smile, before he'd slip out from the car, shutting the door then straightening his jacket, and walking between crowds of people, towards two guards, standing outside of a set of heavy metal, club doors.

Johnny walked up, placing his arms up around two of the women in the line, nodding to the men at the door who opend the rope, and let him slip in, as he bowed his head to the two of them with a cocky-grin. "Thanks, ladies." He laughed softly as they replied "Anytime."

He then parted ways with them, and moved for the back of the club, turning his eyes about the heads within the room, until he spotted one sitting at the farthest end. "Damn...." He said to himself staring at the behemoth.

Joseph Smith, age thirty-two, six foot nine inches, four hundred and eighty two pounds, ex-defensive, for some no-where headed local football team, turned club owner, informant, and finally head hunter, on the side.

Fat Joe Smith....

Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 5:25 pm

Johnny began dancing through the women in the crowd, starting with the two he had entered with winking at them on his way through, then passing inbetween others, until he reached the back near the tables.

Grabbing hold of one of the women sitting at the table, and jerking her up to her feet, swinging her around in his arms, while she let out a soft laugh, then he spun her back into her seat, with a bow and a twist of his right arm, towards his mid-section. "Ma'am."

Johnny then turned his head to Joe. "Hey, you wouldn't be Fat Joe, would you?" His eyes furiated quickly, as he listend to Johnny. "That's just Joe, to you pal, you don't have the kind of respect it takes to call me that name."

"Great, well listen Joe. I've got this woman with me you see." He paused for a moment, as Joe interrupted with. "I think most of us do, here, kid." Johnny just nodded with a shrug of his shoulders, still keeping his legs moving some to the rythme of the music behind him. "Yeah yeah, that's great. You see, she says Rhiyuu is looking to put a big hole in that pretty little head of hers. You happen to know this Rhiyuu character?"

Joe's eyes sharpend in his direction, as he began to push the women away, and made his way up to his feet standing clearly to each inch, infront of Johnny. "Yeah, I might know the name."

"Great!" Johnny replied, then said "Listen, you happen to know where I'll find this mother fucker, so I can kick the shit out of him, get this whole mess cleared and out of my way now?"

"Heh. Fuck you pal. I said I knew him, and never once said I cared enough to help with what's her face." Johnny nodded. "Emma." Joe shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever, I say if he's got a reason to put this hole in her, you should just walk away, let him handle his business, and go on about your life."

"Right then, thanks for your help I guess. Fat fuck, if it wern't for all the people here, you and I might just have issues." He said this, then walked off through the crowds of people, getting to the door, then turning to see Joe mocking his reactions, while jumping around, and showing off as people laughed and nodded. "Fuck that." Johnny said, as his hand slipped loose from the door again.

He popped, a piece of bubble gum, into his mouth. As Joe's eyes sharpend once again, focusing over the heads of the others in the crowd, watching Johnny, until Johnny slipped through the crowd again, his eyes scanning through each person, looking for Johnny.

A look of shock passed his lips, as a set of knives shot out from he crowd infront of his eyes, nailing the two men off to his sides, and tossing them to the floor, in a solid shot, before he could see Johnny's knee rising up with it's own energetic fire braced around the tip of the knee, as it drove into his massive body, and shot him back against the wall, breaking the table that was once behind him.

Joe's eyes widend more, as what seemed like a burning shadow, trailed behind the original impact of Johnny's knee, each shot bashing against his face repeatedly, as people in the crowd screamed, and jerked to the walls and away from Johnny and Joe jumped back to his feet, with blood pouring from his nose, running and tackling Johnny driving his body into the tiles and dragging him acrossed the tile dance floor, before picking him up with his left hand, and slamming Johnny into the floor, then stepping on him, stepping off and wiping his feet on the crushed tile.

"Come on, big man, get up." Joe shouted, as he kicked Johnny in the stomach, and threw him acrossed the dance floor a bit more, before Johnny slid to his knees, then jumped up onto the ends of his feet. Running hard, towards Joe, while Joe put his arms up to block, only to have a hard left shooting kick, smashed against his right side, which threw him down into the floor, then Johnny lept into the air and brought his right foot down into his chest.

Johnny jumped back, as Joe coughed with sharp breathes. His feet shuffling as the man made it back up from the floor, trying to stay to an offensive, where he charged at Johnny, just to hear the gasp of the watching crowd of people, as his body connected with the under-side, of Johnny's right hand, crashing him hard into the tile, then the same right hand swooped outwards, grabbing hold of his hair and getting a running start, lifting the behemoth from the floor, just to shoot his arm outwards, and throw Joe's body through the air, slamming him against the wall.

Joe made one last attempt to stand up, raising to his feet with his breathes heavy, blood pouring from cuts and blisters all along his body, as he reached his hand out to block Johnny, who came rushing in from where he had tossed him, his right hand drawn back, and moving in just to the side of Joe's blocking hand, leaving him with the immediate emotionless, darkness, as Johnny's hand crushed his face in, breaking away at the wall behind him.

Johnny pulled his arm away, and took just two steps back, before Joe's body fell forward from the wall, and emerged, the puddle of blood beneath him, with the sound of a short straw of breathe, weezing from his destroyed tunnels, in his nose. Then, he turned away from Joe, bowing to the crowd who watched in shock and awe, before he began making his way back to the kitchen.

Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 5:38 pm

Emma sat silently in the car, fiddling with the compartments, and looking at the cds in the middle bar. Occasionally looking and tilting her head to each side at the commotion of people storming in and out, while she kept to what Johnny said, and sat as patiently as she could, inside the car, waiting.

Meanwhile on the inside. Johnny made it back into the kitchen to see a man working on some cheap chilli. The tattoo of the spider, on his arm.
He rolled his sleeves up while staring at the man, questioning. "Do you know, Emma?" The man nodded his head. "I know a lot of things."

"Good, maybe you'll be more willing to compromise than your partner, outside." At this, Audrea tried to move for the door to see what he was talking about, only for Johnny to pull him back. "I'll let you go, but first, I want to know about Emma, why is Rhiyuu looking to kill her."

A cheap, and light laughter from Audrea's mouth. "Fuck if I know, he probably just wanted to kill her, because she's a whore, you ever think about that?"

Audrea Wrinker, A.K.A, Andy Dee Wrinker. Age, twenty eight years old. five foot eight inches, one hundred fourty pounds, part of some 'gang'. Also part time cook, part time informant, snitch. Full time junkie, asshole.

"You sure you want to call her a whore?" Johnny asked, as his eyes peered about. "I'm just calling it, like I see it."

"Is that so?" Johnny questioned once again, as his eyes shot to the frier, boiling with its oils. "I don't like the name to much, unless you've got the balls to say it, and I don't think you do, so take it back."

"Fuck you." Audrea replied, before Johnny jerked him in, wrapping his arm tightly around his neck before dragging him over to the frier.

"I'm sorry, woah, don't get so hostile!" The man called out kicking and flailing trying to break free from Johnny's grip, before he let out an echoing scream worse than one any could picture, before it was muffled by the sound of his face being completely pushed into the hot oils, dunked, into the fry cooker.

A short few breathes, then Johnny ripped him back from the frier. Muffled screams from flesh that didnt move, with all its serious burns, then Johnny said "I'll give you, one more time, to apologize."

Nothing. He said, absolutely, nothing. Only to release an even more terrifying scream, as Johnny gripped hold of the burnt flesh at the top of his face, and began peeling away, until it ripped, and tore from his chin. "In your next life, how about you learn some respect, for women, dumbass."

He dropped Audrea's body to the floor, as it curled into a ball the tightend fleshless nerves, muscles and such covering bone around his face, with his eyes completely fried, tightend and clinched to the vision of the veins pumping through it, while soft whimpers escaped the fleshless lips, and Johnny just leaned to the near by sink, washing his hands clean, before leaving.

----To be continued later...----

Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:43 am

Great additions Shelby