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I've Got Something To Say, I Killed Your Baby Today

Who: Psychopath the Elder (Johnny C.) and Psychopath the Younger (Mitsuo)
What: While the zombies are running rampant, Mitsuo comes by to get a lesson in murder only Johnny can give.
Where: On the beach near the shoreline
When: The Dark Hour of October 12
Rating: Violence, language, and death.

Johnny sat, and waited, on one of the tree stumps buried near the shoreline, hunched and waiting for the kid to show up. He wasn't a particularly pleasant sight, but then again Johnny never was, and he doubted there'd be many people out tonight to judge his appearance. Though with his luck? He wasn't sure he could count on that.

He ran his hand over the strap of the large travel bag he'd brought with him, heavy with his tools of trade. Tonight was going to be a learning experience.

He hoped it'd be one his "pupil" would never forget.

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Even though he'd decided to try to play it off as best he could, Mitsuo was pretty excited for tonight's lesson deep down. This was the kind of acceptance and validation he could never get at home - someone who understood him offering to compare notes. Johnny seemed like a pretty cool guy, and he definitely had the serial killer 'tone' down pat.

It goes without saying that anyone with half a brain - or who actually bothered to think about this invitation - would have realized what Johnny had really invited Mitsuo here for. Unfortunately, Mitsuo was so blinded by his own stupid misguided view of the world that he never bothered to have that conversation with himself.

He showed up to the appointed place right on time, ten minutes before the Dark Hour on Wednesday night, knife in hand. Johnny said he didn't need to bring anything, but he figured it couldn't hurt to have something with him.

"Yo," he called out, waving his free hand and trying to sound like what his estimation of a cool person sounds like.

Nny frowns at the sight of the kid, but in all honesty it's a pretty rare time when Johnny isn't frowning. He told that little idiot not to fucking bring anything, but he supposes he shouldn't be surprised he wasn't listened to. No one listens to him anyway hell why should he expect some burgeoning little psychopath to be any better at it?

Johnny nods a little, standing up from his seat, and picking the bag up with him. The bag jangles loudly, an assortment of blades and chains and other steel tools inside.

"Hey." he said softly, nodding towards Mitsuo's hand. "That what you used?"

"Wow, looks like you really went all-out for this," Mitsuo says with a laugh, pointing the knife at Johnny's bag.

"This? Nah. First time I used a baseball bat, but I figured as long as I'm gonna learn something new..."

The thought of tossing the knife up in the air and catching it by the handle briefly occurs to Mitsuo, because damn, how cool would that look - but he is at least possessed of enough sense at this point that he knows he'd just end up cutting himself doing that. Still, his wrist twitches a bit as his excitement starts to bubble to the surface.

"Well, if we're going to be talking tricks, I might as well be prepared."

And laying the bag on the tree stump, Nny will start to unzip the bag and rummage through it, waving for Mitsuo to come over. Which is slightly awkward, since he keeps his eyes on Mitsuo the whole time. He's relatively certain Mitsuo isn't actually dangerous, but he is stupid. And that's an entirely different breed of danger.

"So you bludgeoned them to death, huh? Not a bad idea, I guess. You must be stronger than you look."

Because seriously, that idea is so full of shit that it's clear you didn't do it now. Which still doesn't matter to Johnny. He has absolutely no intentions of letting Mitsuo leave regardless.

Mitsuo heads on over to watch Nny as he starts to open up the bag. As he makes his way over, he lets the knife hang at his side in a way that suggests the only kind of meat he's ever cut in his life is pork cutlets at the dinner table.

"Man, you must be a real expert at this stuff. Where'd you even get all those weapons, anyway?"

Oh yeah, this kid is completely full of it.

"Oh. Here and there." Johnny replies while shuffling through the contents of the bag.

It's an impressive assortment. Knives, both personally made shivs and assortments of brand name butcher knives, cleavers, a length of chain, hooks and several long, metal needles, nails, hammers, a saw. Many of them look rusty, and disused, but some look brand new.

"You take what you can find, really. You don't buy much, oh no. That's too suspicious. What would you think the guy buying a bunch of hardware appliances was up to?" he said, taking up the length of chain and starting to wrap part of it around his arm.

Setting down his own blade, Mitsuo starts to rummage through the bag himself. Slowly, to avoid slicing himself open before he even gets started. He's mostly focusing on the bladed weapons, but he does pull out the hammer, saw, and nails to have a look at those as well.

"Torture too, huh?"

He finally settles on a machete. Those always look pretty badass when guys in the movies are using them. The weight's a little more than he expected, but hey, he'll deal.

Johnny smiles a little at Mitsuo's selection. Machete, huh? Yeah, good luck with that, considering how hard the damn thing can be to swing all that well. Well, against a moving target, at least.

Nny finishes wrapping the chain around his arm, picking up one of the knives himself. And he? Yeah, he does do the tossing in the air and catching it thing.

"So what'd it feel like? When you killed them, I mean? What's it feel like, to just snuff out another life with your own hands?"

Mitsuo's selection will definitely make things much easier on Johnny once it comes around to killin' time. Hell, if he's lucky he'll get a twofer and Mitsuo will cut a gash in his own stupid self long before he even has to swing a weapon of his own at him.

"It felt great. I've never felt so alive!"

His eyes enviously follow the knife as it hurtles expertly through the air and back into Johnny's hand. Someday he'll be that cool.

"It felt great, huh..."

Johnny tears his gaze away from the chain he was playing with to look back up at Mitsuo. And the look in his eyes? Would be a danger sign to just about anyone. It's the eyes an animal has, when it's looking at prey and sizing it up, about to bolt.

"It felt great, hearing their screams. Suffering, needlessly, trying to scream out say something DO SOMETHING to get you to stop. Felt great to feel bone give out under your bat, to hit them over and over and over until they're not moving?

That felt great to you? Are you sure? This is very important."

As oblivious as Mitsuo has been during all of this, even he can't mistake that look for anything other than what it is. Unfortunately, it's already far too late for him to really do much of anything about it.

"H-hey... what the hell is your problem? Back off!"

Brandishing the machete awkwardly, he waves it around in the air in front of him, trying his best to look menacing and failing miserably.

"So what if I liked it? What do you care? You're a murderer too, aren't you?"

Johnny just stares back, blankly. Quietly. Dreadfully. And then?

His gaze changes. And he smiles. A friendly one. Not even just "friendly for Johnny". Genuinely friendly.

"Good. That's what I wanted to hear."

And then, like a serpent uncoiling and striking, Johnny swings with the bundled up chain at Mitsuo's face, his smile quickly turning cruel. Bloodthirsty. Deranged.

"Enjoyment, you'll find," he began jovially, "tends to make the crime easier. It lets you live for that moment, get through that moment, because even when you're committing it you know it's terrible know it's supposed to be terrible.

So you drown it. And everything becomes noise. Noise and pleasure. Pleasure and noise.

Utterly meaningless, anyway you slice it."

And now the true extent of Mitsuo's ineptness becomes apparent. Johnny's strike is so fast, so unexpected that he isn't even able to move the machete in time to attempt a block. Within a matter of seconds, his weapon is lying halfway across the beach as Mitsuo himself crumples to the ground.

"Cut it out!" he just barely manages to wheeze out amid a mouth full of blood and broken teeth. "F-fucking freak..."

Defiantly, Mitsuo attempts to stagger to his feet. He's definitely at a disadvantage here, but he's pretty sure if he doesn't at least try to get away, he's going to end up as the next victim.

"I AM NOT A FREAK!"

Johnny's voice rings out along the ocean, crashing along with the waves against the beach. In comparison to Mitsuo, he doesn't need to move much. The boy, as far as he can tell, is going to be so utterly incapable as a victim in defending himself that this should go smoothly. Well. As smoothly as any murder Johnny has committed.

"I am not a freak! I am not! You little fuck!"

The knife in Nny's hand whirls, flashes through the moonlight as he flings it towards Mitsuo, seething.

Perhaps luckily for Mitsuo, the knife misses as he stumbles forward in a failed attempt to stand. Getting hit in the face with a chain will do that to a person's sense of balance. Unfortunately, this also means that he's once again completely helpless as he lies there on the ground. He manages to roll to the side, assuming the OTL position as he tries to prop himself up again.

"Why the hell..."

Johnny may not look like much, and he's certainly not athletic in any traditional sense. But despite looking only like skin and bones, Nny is also whipcord muscle, and he practically springs at Mitsuo as the boy tries to right himself.

"You want to be like this? You want to be like me? Thought I would TEACH YOU?"

Nny practically howls, rearing up to strike at Mitsuo with the chain yet again.

"You stupid little shit! You think there's some kind of honor among people like us, some kind of little fucking club we set up with each other? There's nothing in this. There's nothing but waste, to waste and be wasted yourself."

Taking another knife out, one he'd slid in his belt to hold it. "Tough luck kid. But tough luck is pretty much the only luck fuckers like you and I have."

"Then who the fuck should I be like?" Mitsuo screeches, pushing back with as much strength as his own admittedly nerdy frame will allow him to manage.

"The rest of those assholes? The ones that laugh at me and talk about me behind my back every day?"

Adrenaline is going to have to do the job here, and thank god that shit's flowing freely at the moment.

"No! Fuck them all! That's why I killed that asshole teacher! Who the hell is he to look down on me?"

"Oh no. No. People slit their own throats. They deserve to die."

Johnny unravels the chain. He's getting bored, and you're sounding more and more like him, and he really, really hates that Mitsuo. The pushing causes Nny to yield, but not very much now that he's in a frenzy. The last thing he needs is to hear his own words coming out of someone else's mouth.

"But you? Have set yourself up for this in what you chose. Blame fate if you want, kid. Or blame yourself."

And Johnny will try and wrap the chain around Mitsuo's throat.

"Gggnngh--"

Whatever retort Mitsuo was trying to spit back at Johnny gets cut short as the chain begins to tighten around his neck. His hands immediately shoot up to try to loosen his attacker's grip, pulling desperately as he tries to inch his fingers underneath the links to gain some purchase.

"P... p..."

The word Mitsuo is trying to utter falls uselessly from his lips several times, only half-formed. Eventually, though, persistence pays off and he manages to get enough of his fingers underneath the chain to utter the only word he really needs to get out.

"PERSONA!"

A black and red swirl of energy seems to gush forth all at once from Mitsuo, coalescing into the form of a dark knight (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KBeRZLm2GE/Sf7NK_sMKYI/AAAAAAAAEKk/NQX4wFmfnSw/s400/Mordred+F+Sm.jpg), sword and armor covered in blood. The knight narrows its eyes at Johnny, leveling its sword.

The chain releases, letting go of the boy as Johnny backs up as the Persona appears, crying out a little. It wasn't the first time he'd seen one; he'd summoned his quite a few times before. It was, however, the first time he'd seen someone else someone one. Considering the situation, he isn't particularly thrilled.

He shuffles back, sand kicking up some before he falls down a bit, scurrying back in fear. He really hated the idea of things popping up out of people's minds. He really did. Especially when there was no way to tell when they might be doing so to begin with.

He just sits there for a moment, looking confused and wary at the boy.

Mitsuo lets out a loud, violent cough as the chain falls from around his neck, breathing heavily as he finally manages to stagger to his feet. It seems the stress of the situation and the rush of energy associated with summoning a Persona has at least temporarily restored some of his stamina.

My name is Mordred, the dark knight. I am thou, and thou art I. What is thy command? Name it.

Grinning like a maniac, Mitsuo points back at where Johnny is sitting.

"Burn him! Burn him to dust! Agi!"

There is a flash of red from under Mordred's helmet, as a sneer spreads across his lips.

As you command.

The knight points his sword at Johnny, shooting a wicked gout of flame in his direction.

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