The Tale Of Johnny Torment

[jaredthrob]

So you fancy yourself a writer?? Hey Dad, I can't see so good. Is that Bill Shakesphere over there?? Yeahhhh. This is something fun we used to do in various forums back in the day. I'll start a story and tell it briefly then stop abrubtly. Then all you's guys jump in, pick it up where I left off, and stop where you want so the next person can add to it. Eventually we'll have a totally crazy, badass story that would make Pendant Publishing shit their pants in total ecstacy. So here goes, I call this The Tale Of Johnny Torment.....


A high-pitched screetching sound pierced into his conciousness. Johnny Torment slowly become aware of his reality. The first thing he felt was a stabbing pain in his chest. Another day. He opened his eyes, and the room came into focus. It was a small, dingy room right off the garage. Johnny liked this location because it allowed him to reside as far away from his parents' room as was physically possible. Rock posters covered fake-wood-paneling. Tortured faces dripping eye-shadow stared back at him. Story Of The Year. My Chemical Romance. Fallout Boy. Bleeding Heartthrob? Johnny sat up, yawning, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Momentarily he realized that reaching over to shut off his alarm would stop the electronic shreaking from jabbing through his ears and into his throbbing head. As reality begin to fall into place, that feeling of Absolute Dread flooded once more into Johnny's heart. Had what he thought happened REALLY happen, or was it just a dream. He hoped very much for the latter, although he knew in his heart that was not the case. His eyes scanned his cold, dark, filthy room, breezing over piles of clothes (most of them black), a beat-up guitar and an amp, his computer on its desk----AND WITH A STAB OF HORROR HIS EYES CAME TO REST ON----


(All right, it's all you, take over from here! Enjoy!!)

[Cody McClain]

so everyone knows, I'm working on this part right now, k? so don't do it, cause it's all me! lol

[Danielle]

i really want to know what happens so hurry!! lol

[jaredthrob]

Don't plan it out or anything, just let it FLLLLLOWWWWWW, maaan...

[Cody McClain]

yeah, I know. but I was kinda busy, so I started it, then saved it to wordpad, and haven't had time to finish it...

[Cody McClain]

alright, I have time now, here it is:

----A TRAIL OF CRIMSON LEADING TO A SLOUCHED FIGURE IN THE CORNER---- it was at that moment that any uncertainties of the past nights events became clear. A strange sickness fell upon Johnny's entire body, how was it possible that this had happened? His morbid thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming towards his door. He raced to the door and switched the lock just as the knob started turning. A slight thud, then the door starts shaking. "Johhhy, Open up, it's me." He recognized the voice of his most trusted friend, Tom, but could he trust him with this? "Tom, come back later, I'm not feeling well right now" He could hear footsteps as Tom left... without saying a word... Maybe he already knew? That wasn't the most imprtant thing to Johnny right now though, What was he to do about the body? Who was it even? Choking down a nervous gulp, he slowly walked over to the corpse. He used a dirty shirt to move the head so he could see. A jolt of shock entered his body as he found himself staring into the cold lifeless eyes of.........

(carry on)

[Alexa Newell]

-------Rayne Ministry
She was the girl whom lived Down the street. He had a severe crush on her since Middle School. Even now being a Senior he had a sort of "obsession" with her. Her long blond hair was stained with dirt and blood. A bloody gaged still in her mouth. Her eye wide with fear, with pain. Johnny Fell back on the hard floor. What had drove him to kill such a beautiful creature. Someone whom he had loved so dearly. He shook his head and tapped her shoulder. He knew she wouldnt respond but part of him wanted her to. He moved farther back and put his head in his hands and sighed trying to think of what Happend the night before...what events lead to this.........
(Carry On)

[jaredthrob]

...Try as he might, nothing came. The entire previous night was nothing but a curiously vacant spot on Johnny's memory. He wanted to think he had nothing to do with the killing. The blood on his hands told him otherwise. These thoughts were interrupted by another knock on the door. His mothers voice, calling him to breakfast. Pure terror like lightning, coursed up and down Johnny's spine.
"Be out in a minute" he managed to mumble through a mouth that was fast becoming desert-dry. Time was of the essense. Johnny had a body in his room and he somehow had to get rid of it. His eyes strayed to a large, empty burlap bag, and a very hefty, very sharp looking meat cleaver. Conveniently laying right there on his floor. Johnny didn't remember ever owning such items, or how they might have ended up in his room. But such trivialities made little difference now. With a determined air, he set his jaw, grabbed the cleaver, and turned to the crumpled form laying sprawled on the floor. He raised the cleaver. Hesitated. Realized that it MUST be done. He brought it down, and it hit home with a sickening thud. Blood spattered his face, the walls, the floor. Johnny fought off the urge to vomit, and continued in his grotesque work. Little did he know, he was being watched through his bedroom window, by a silent figure. Watching him. And laughing. For little did Johnny know, but -----

[Alexa Newell]

---- When He Finished his horrid chore He put the severed bits of what was once a beautiful girl in the bag. He wiped his hands off on the bottom of his black band-T and dragged the bag over and put it under his bed for the time being. He ran his hands through his choppy black hair. It fell over he right eyes. Eyeliner was till on...but smeared a little.
He moved over to the door and opened it putting his hands in his pockets. He walked to the bathroom ignoring his mother. He washed his hands and the bottom of his shirt. He splashed some water on his face, "What the Hell is wrong with you?!"He asked himself. He was looking ragged these days. He turned and left the bather room and walked to the kitchen and sat at the table.
"So Honey what did you do last night?" His mother chirped as she sipped a glass of wine..

[Cody McClain]

---- "Like you even care.... Don't pretend like you want to know me Susan...." he said and grabbed an apple from the basket on the table. How long could he play cool with a dismembered girl under his bed? He took a few bites of the apple and walked back outside and to his room. How was he to take care of this? Confusion flooded his mind, why did this happen? Was there a reason for the sin that lay under his bed? But he couldn't worry about that right now, because he couldn't just have a bag of body parts under his bed. He pulled the bag out from under his bed and was disgusted by the blood seeping through. How could he just walk out with a bloody bag? He searched around his room for something else, until he spotted his large gym bag. He emptied the contents of his bag on his bed and stuffed the other bag inside it. Now what? He opened his door and was frightened by his father standing there. "Listen Johnny, I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just treat your mother like that" he said. Johnny pushed past him and started to walk away. His Father grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Don't just walk away from me Johnny" he said "I'm your father, and I want you to Listen To me." Johnny looked him in the eyes "If you could even call yourself a father..." he said. His father's jaw dropped and he released Johnny's arm, and Johnny walked away. When he walked around the corner of the house, he was surprised to see that someone was waiting ther for him. "Hello Johnny" the stranger said, and turned around. "Who are you?" Johnny asked. "I'm the person who's gonna help you get what you want" The guy said as he started smirking. "Is she in there? did you find my items?" he said with a laugh. "You're gonna help me get what I want? what exactly is it that I want?" Johnny said. "Oh, Please allow me to tell you" he said. "what you want is.................

[jaredthrob]

.... "for the ones you love to stay alive! You see I was the one who killed that girl, but all the evidence points to YOU! The blood in your room and under your fingernails. The meat cleaver with your finger prints on it. Hell, the dismembered body in your gym bag!"
Johnny stood there aghast. His entire body went cold. How could this be happening?
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked the Mysterious Stranger. He couldn't help but notice that the man's eyes seemed to glow with a reddish light, as if from Within.
"I have my reasons..." the man replied with a smirk, "You will discover them... in time!"
"You won't get away with this" Johnny nearly yelled. He was about to threaten to go to the police, when he remembered that the evidence certainly DID point in his direction.
"Watch me" hissed the cruel old man, a mocking smile playing across his face. "There's nowhere you can run, nobody you can turn to. You will do EXACTLY as I tell you to do, or they will all start to die... slowly... and painfully!"
"It doesn't matter!" Johnny shouted defiantly, a tear welling up in his eye, "I don't love anyone. Not even myself! And I don't care if you kill me, life is too painful anyway."
"Now now, don't try to act so tough, it isn't very becoming of you. You care. Oh yes you do. What about that little girlfriend of yours? The pale one with the black hair and self-inflicted scars on the insides of her arms? Going to bed every night helpless and alone, wearing only the "rock and roll" T-shirt you gave her on her birthday? And you can act as though you care nothing of your parents, but you and I both know that deep down you love them, and they love you. Remember the time you had pneumonia as a child, and they sat at your hospital bedside around the clock? Yes, you have plenty to lose my young friend..."
Once again Johnny was stunned into silence. How could this maniac who he had never met or even seen before, know so much about his life? His CHILDHOOD? Such details... Fear churned hot in his stomach. He realized he was staring vacantly at his shoes, when the stranger's cold, harsh laughter, like fingernails on a chalkboard, shook him back to reality. He looked up, and realized he was once more alone.
"I've got to get rid of this" he mumbled to himself, shouldering the gym bag once more. Slowly he shuffled down the street.

Half a block away, Johnny's friend Tom stood, watching him, a curious look on his face. Their other friend Jenny had joined him, and together they watched Johnny slouching off into the distance.
"What's up with him" Jenny asked..
"I don't know," replied Tom, "He was just standing there... talking to himself...."

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[Cody McClain]

.......... "What? What do you mean?" Jenny asked. ""I'm not sure... I mean... there was no one.... but.... he was talking to someone...." Tom replied, still not sure of what had happened. "Maybe we should go see if something's wrong."

Finally, he was here. Johnny stood on the pier, staring at his dark reflection in the water. He had planned to dump the body, but now he was unsure. What if they find her? he asked himself. He knew that he needed to get rid of it, but he had doubts. several minutes passed as Johnny stared back and forth between the bag and the water. "What the hell am I doing?" He thought out loud. "I can't do this..." he thought, as he grabbed the gym bag and stood up. He started to walk back home, but as he rounded the corner he ran into Tom and Jenny. "Johhny.... what's goin on man? You seem freaked" Tom said and put his hand on Johnny's shoulder. "nah man, I'm fine, just some troubles at home... you know" he replied, but Tom wasn't convinced. "Well you know that you know I'm always here, you ever need to talk, come to me" Tom said, holding back from further questioning. "Yeah, I know, but I gotta get back home, so I'll talk to you guys later, alright" Johnny said and took off. "Do you believe him?" Jenny asked. "Not a word of it..." Tom said and shook his head. "I'm scared for him, Tom... What can we do?" Jenny said. "I don't know Jenny.... I really don't know..."

.........................

[Alexa Newell]

-----Johnny almost made it home when he got a rather strange idea. He stood still for a minute. And for the first time in several days a smile cracked his lips and he turned and ran off towards the woods. It wasnt a very large forest but it would definatly work for this.
He went far in it. Cutting his arms up on hard branches. He sighed as he got to a thick area of tree. He knelt on the ground and began digging at the ground. Dirt pushed under his nails. It took him about 5 minutes to get about a foot under the ground. He opened the bag and pulled out 3 peices of Rayne and dropped them in the hole. Then he covered it. He stood and turned and ran off in another direction and kneeled and began digging again. Spreading the peices out..Burying the secret deeper and deeper.
When he finished he went to a nearby stream and washed the blood and small peices of meat from the gym bag. He also washed the dirt from his nails.He folded up the bag and started to walk home once more. He entered his room tiredly to find someone sitting on his bed----

[Joe McClain]

............. "Mom... what are you doing here?" Johnny asked quickly, trying to hide the bag. He looked around the room... everything was quiet. His mom just stared at him. He could see the tears in her eyes, as she told him to stay where he was. "What's going on mom?" Johnny was worried now. Just then a figure stepped out of the shadows. Johnny looked up, and stared in fright at the sight of the stranger, holding a gun to his mom's head. "What do you want with me?!?!" Johnny screamed, and lunged at the stranger. His eyes full of tears, he missed the figure, and fell onto his bed. "You know what I want Johnny." The stranger stared at him coldly. 'Who was this man?' Johnny thought. 'Why me?' "Just don't shoot her... please don't shoot her..." he begged, grasping at the strangers pants, whimpering like a wounded dog. The stranger backed away towards the door, when the door swung open violently. Johnny's dad walked into the room, holding Johnny's gym clothes, which were originally in the bag. The shirt had a faint trace of red on it, but it was clearly fadded. Johnny just stared at him, his throat so swelled with fear. "Johnny, you got ketchup or something on this... your mother's been trying all day to get it out all day for school tomorrow!" Mom. Johnny remembered what was going on. He looked back on his bed, but his mom wasn't there. He looked around frantically, but the stranger was gone too. 'Did this happen just now?' Johnny thought. 'I must have fallen asleep... I MUST have...' Johnny's mother walked through the opened door, and saw Johnny on his bed. She saw the frantic look on his face, still red from the previous 'events.' "Johnny, you look like you've seen a ghost!" His mother said, "Don't worry about the shirt hun, we'll just buy a new one." His parents walked out the door. He could hear them discussing it.... "what's up with him?" asked his dad. "I don't know... he seems too worked up for this shirt.." 'Yeah,' Johnny thought to himself, 'The shirt...' He searched the room for the stranger, but he was clearly gone. Just then Johnny saw something shiny sitting on his old computer desk. Whatever it was, it wasn't there before. Was this mysterious figure leaving him clues to something? Johnny leaned over to search the desk. A look of confusion came over his face, as he noticed, sitting on his desk was ---------------

[Joe McClain]

jaredthrob said:

Don't plan it out or anything, just let it FLLLLLOWWWWWW, maaan...

The First Rule of Johnny Torment is You Do Not Think About Johnny Torment.

The Second Rule of Johnny Torment... is You DO NOT Think about Johnny Torment.


;D