I started this early but forgot about it sry

Oh and in the last chapter I added twisted metal black bcuz it reminded me of him. Johnny should be in twisted metal lol.

Anyway here are my reviews (I'll add them as I get them)

From: Rhanielle Iria Nashatu ( )

I really enjoyed reading your story...it's a very good beginning...I hope you continue...I'm in love with the aspect of fans being able to expand on Johnny's character...for him to talk intimately with another...let alone another female...it is not developed much in the books

Ya I know and I plan to work on that later on perhaps. I had to cut this one short because but like is currently to busy. I may make a sequel or something heh

From: Jade The Great ( )

Wow I love this I always knew Nny was a good person. Keep up the good work! There just plain aren't enough really good JTHM stories out there.

Thanks but I never wanted to make him out to be a "good" person. Technically speaking he's not "bad" either or at least he doesn't know it. Ha ha anyway thanks for the review

And to the person who gave me that major flame. If you actually come back and read this chapter you may like it I added the twist I'd planned. You shouldn't get mad at someone's writings before they are finished you never know what they might do to change it.

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The sky was painted amber and violet hues, dusk had fallen on the third day of silence between the two. For those past few days Alana would cook meals for him based on a request from him or warm up leftovers. She had him eating steadily and soon his energy returned. During that time Johnny had been too trouble by the voice in his head to do much more then eat and watch TV. The girl spoke to him some times but he didn't hear it. He felt sort of guilty for ignoring her though her conversations mustn't be that important, for she never gets mad when she realizes he isn't listening.

Alana made two plates of food and set them in the fridge to warm up in a couple hours. She'd felt so cooped up not being able to leave the front area of the house under Johnny's utmost demand. Letting her eyes wander around the kitchen, over a beat up microwave and toaster over, rotten counters, and a rusting sink. Venturing farther still, out past the doorway to the living room when stains of red lay in random spots on the floor, spider webs clumped in corners, dust lay in thick layers. He really doesn't care does he? She thought. Though it didn't really bother her either. It was nice, soothing, like being in his atmosphere.

The jingle signaling the beginning of the five o'clock news snapped her out of her day dream. Blinking she looked around the kitchen for the noise then realized it was coming from the TV in the front room. The bottoms of her tight black pants dragged on the floor dirtying them both and her socks. A black and white stripped spaghetti strap tank top clunk to her torso. Shivering she placed her white palms over her shoulders, ramming them slightly.

Johnny lounged on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. So bored...He needed to go out, or something...In the corner of his eye he caught the form of a slender pale girl. "..Alana..." He said as he switched on the tv, watching her still out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her lean against the wall he turned to speak to her. Fighting the clumping cushions of the sofa he turned himself around. "I'm going out for a bit." Alana nodded. Johnny turned back and swung his slim legs over the couch, standing up. He'd walked to the door and picked up his backpack when she caught his shoulder with her cold bony fingers.

"Wait...She might come back." Alana said not sounding pleadingly. Her bangs hung over her eyes and cast a shadow over her face, making it impossible to see her expression. "Let me come with you." She slightly demanded. She felt him shrug under her hand.

"Not tonight..." He said in a calmed voice. "I've been cooped up in here cooking for three days!" She felt it once again, except more rapid, a chuckle. "You didn't have to." Alana closed her eyes trying to hold back the hurt, he didn't appreciate it. Removing her hand she turned her back to him. " ..Oh...ok...See you later then..." She sighed deciding weather he appreciated it or not was irrelevant, not part of the deal. Johnny said nothing as he continued out the door.

Returning at 3 am he pushed open the door and set his bag down. He was almost sure that the screech of the hinges would awaken her but his dark eyes fell upon Alana. She slept curled up on the couch. Hands cupped and pressed to her chest. It reminded him of that pathetic position his victims took when they'd given up. It sickened him; it more or less forced him to finish the job. But this wasn't the same thing. She was asleep, murmuring something from her soft cherry lips. Stepping closer, gently trying not to waken her with his foot falls. Crouching next to her he tried to hear what she was saying. " No.....Dr....That's a lie..He said that I was crazy so he could rape me!" She screamed as she shot up from her laying position. Flying forward, straight into Johnny, bumping heads and knocking him over. They fell on the floor, her legs around him and head on each others shoulder as they groaned in pain. A blush came to Alana's ivory cheeks. She wanted to sit up but she couldn't, she was too comfortable but yet too embarrassed. Johnny on the other hand was to busy trying to hid the blood all over him. If she knew she'd run away like Devi...Finally the twos eyes met and they pushed away from each other.

Johnny stood without a word and left the room. Alana sat on the floor next to the tv staring at where he'd gone. Her face grew redder as she thought of what just happened. Why'd he run off like that? She giggled at her first thought. No most likely not. (Get your mind IN the gutter while u read my stories by the way) He returned a few minutes later with soaking hair and new clothes on. He stepped in barefoot as he pulled his shirt on all the way. "Don't worry about that." He said as she began to utter an apology. "I'm not hungry. I just want to sit down for awhile. "She nodded and motioned to the couch. He advanced a bit then looked at her, wondering why she hadn't and still won't move. Finally he reached out a hand and helped her up, still delicately holding her hand he let her guide him to sit next to her on the couch. After he'd sat and they let go he blinked wondering at himself. Why'd he do that? He shook it off once more and turned on the TV. He'd done well tonight, took his time killing a cafe full of important people to those he didn't consider very important. The story was already being reported on the news. The story finished off, it sounded pretty gruesome, and he'd had a lot of fun that night. "All he wanted was some coffee, he said. Then he started stricken everyone! I got the fuck out of there right after I say that. Luckily I was by the door." A young man said to the reported as she held out the microphone. "Police have nothing to tell us at this point." The reported finished and the anchormen discussed the story briefly. Alana turned to see to her amazement, Johnny was smiling, no smirking at this heinous act. Really she didn't care about those people that much but still why rejoice. "What are you so happy about?"She asked in a teasing tone.

Johnny looked up at her, and then shook his head. "I'll be right back." He left quickly going back outside into the chilling air. He'd been heading home earlier when he'd met these two painful ignorant men. They're content annoyance caused him to taiser them down. He'd left them where he could take them in the back way. His toes froze before he realized he had no boots on. He looked down at them then to the unconscious men. His trademark grin came to his face as he lifted them and locked them up in torture contraptions in the lower levels.

Alana lay on the couch covered up in her soft blanket, watching tv. It's been at least ten minutes when Johnny came back in and sat on the floor." Did you get any visits from them while I was gone?" Alana nodded silently. Disappointment came to Johnny. "I guess I can't leave you alone now, can I?" Nothing. "It's cold..." He said rubbing his arms. The blanket hit his face and he dragged it back down into his lap. She lay uncovered on the couch, her face holding a stone expression. He sighed and went against himself with his next action. He stood picking up the blanket and set it at her feet. Leaning down he lay next to her and pulled her into a hug as he threw the blanket up over them.

Alana knew this action was only because of the fact they had this one couch and one blanket. She thought of maybe getting her bed from her room tomorrow. Maybe emptying her whole room and moving it into the one bare room he'd given her. She felt blissful as she felt his arms around her, she let her head fall against his chest. Trying to hold the moment she didn't sleep for another hour then finally as his grip loosened she fell asleep.

She woke up around noon. Johnny was still asleep with her and she nuzzled into him happy to wake up in his arms. Realizing she had work to start she slowly pulled out of his grasp. It was almost painful for her to loose that feeling of security, though it still lingered as she lay next to him. Sliding down a bit she said up then pulled herself down to the end of the couch. Setting her feet on the wooden floors she started off to the basement. Once she'd reached the end of the stairs she'd started to hear eerie noises like screaming. She first felt as if she was going to be visited again but her senses told her different. It was coming from the right of her. She turned to see more steps leading farther down. Remembering he'd forbidden her from exploring his home, which she'd respected his request, she turned and hurried through the tunnel.

Wiping the sweat from her brow she stepped back to look at her new room. Same as before, posters, bed, everything. She'd taken a can of strawberry air freshener and sprayed it all around the room and it now reeked or the sweet odor instead of the sickening one that had been in the room when she'd entered in. A nice thought came to her as she stood admiring her work. This was her home now. Here with Johnny, she wasn't his guest she lived with him now. She smiled and fell back on the large mattress that she'd just applied new sheets to. Her arms spread wide away from her body she lay there for several moments. She felt her had graze something, turning she saw a book laying on the ground. It wasn't hers. It had no labels whatsoever. Reaching for it she picked it up and let her hand bring it back to her. loose papers stuck out of it in some parts, the spine was beginning to split and the paper had hand writing on it. A diary? She thought as she started to flip through it. She blinked, reading it wide eyed.

She'd finished in slowly gulping at the scarier things of Nny's Die-ary. It spoke of nasty things like stuffing dolls full of rats to sad things wondering if he was insane, it held so much emotion so much thought. Hearing the front door slam she closed the book and ran to the window, kicking up blankets in her hurry. She saw Johnny striding off down the sidewalk. She needed, had to see just WHAT went on in this house.

Johnny awoke to find himself alone in the room. He could hear her hard at work in the other room putting up her posters. He lay there for a few more minutes then sat up rather abruptly and left the house. He'd walked halfway down the street then remembers those men from last night. He turned round heading back home going in the back way and down to the lowest level where he'd put them. This shortened the window of time to search the house tremendously.

As Johnny's footsteps creaked and echoed through the hall and down in the basement a frantic Alana through herself to the wall. Turning inward she began to cry. The horrific images stayed in her mind as she clenched her eyes shut, beating her hand against the wall in mental agony.

The girl returned in her thoughts, in her vision within her mind she say her approaching her giggling. She saw the grouse mangled bodies pull off the wall, some tearing off their own limbs to free themselves. The bodies joined the girl in her now the older woman, the one that would kill her, they slowly approached her in an eerie gaunt She let loose a scream and slammed her head against the wall. Blood ran down the her forehead, burning her eyes.

She felt a hand touch her shoulder and turn her around. She closed her eyes and pulled her arms towards herself , preparing for the end.

" I told you not to come down here!" Johnny yelled at the girl he held in strong restrictive hands. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him confused then the look of terror reached her expression again. She looked past him over towards the other wall. She struggled in his grasp, glancing up pleadingly. He knew what it was. The woman. He'd been so annoyed by this factor.

Could he not keep this girls fragile sanity any longer? If the woman who haunted her remained while he was in her presence he supposed not.

Alana let out a dull cry as she felt cold metal plunge into her chest. Fallowed by a deep pain it slowly faded as she thanked Nny from saving her from the woman and her damnation.

Later that evening Johnny sat on his couch. He didn't kill anyone other than Alana that night. Instead he was tormented with Alana's " woman " who had been fallowing him around cursing him and laughing at his " mistake". Currently he sat leaning forward on his old shaggy couch. The woman on the floor. They were engaged in a very intense staring contest.