He stood at the grave, slowly putting a rose on it. Johnny knew the horrible truth, and that he felt the most terrible feeling. He missed this person so, so much. He was very dear to his heart, He hated himself, for it was him that caused this person's death. Then again, it was very important he died.
Johnny rushed into the house through a smashed window. Frantic, he searched the area for the children. He leaped over knocked over chairs and avoided crushed lamps. When he heard the scream of a child, he dashed into the bedroom. Jimmy smiled at Johnny as he ran in. "I was waiting for you to see this..", Jimmy said. He gently pushed the knife against the boy's throat. He started to sob. Jimmy grinned. "Pl-please...we can work this out. If you could just-", Johnny began, but then, Jimmy grabbed a small, metal toy-pot at Johnny, Distracted, he felt pain his cheek as the tiny pot hit his jaw. Jimmy laughed, than grabbed the boy...and threw him out the window. Johnny realized what he had done, "NOOO!" He glared at Jimmy. He just laughed harder. "Y-You...killed-" Johnny started off, just then, Jimmy lunged at him, knife in hand. Johnny ducked, and Jimmy's knife hit the wall. Trying to pull it out, Johnny grabbed a pair of hancuffs and cuffed Jimmy to a wood stick holding up the bed, and hit him so hard in the back of the head, he got knocked out. Johnny raced over to the window and looked down. His heart jumped at the sigh: The small boy, sprawled on the grassy ground. Johnny let a tear crawl down his cheek. "You..you killed my baby...", he sobbed
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Johnny rushed into the house through a smashed window. Frantic, he searched the area for the children. He leaped over knocked over chairs and avoided crushed lamps. When he heard the scream of a child, he dashed into the bedroom. Jimmy smiled at Johnny as he ran in. "I was waiting for you to see this..", Jimmy said. He gently pushed the knife against the boy's throat. He started to sob. Jimmy grinned. "Pl-please...we can work this out. If you could just-", Johnny began, but then, Jimmy grabbed a small, metal toy-pot at Johnny, and threw it at Johnny. Aware of what is about to happen, he ignored the pot...even as it hit his left eye. He grabbed Jimmy by the head, and smashed it into his. Jimmy screamed, as fell to the floor. Johnny grabbed his son, then rushed him out of the room, locked it, then turned around. Jimmy, with his forehead bleeding, started towards Johnny. He grabbed Jimmy's arm and attempted to spin him, but Jimmy had his leg around Johnny's. They both fell down, locked limbs. "HAHA! Looks like Jimmy Casket is more than you thought!", Jimmy scoffed. Johnny then grabbed Jimmy's ear, and pulled it down, forcing him to be inches away from Johnny. Jimmy bit Johnny's ear, then spit out blood, and looked into Johnny's eyes...like a madman about to jump off a cliff. Like a physcopath about to claim another victim. Johnny screamed, but rolled over, making Jimmy on the bottom. Johnny sat up, punching Jimmy as hard and fast as he could. With every slug, Jimmy laughed even harder. Johnny stopped punching. Jimmy looked bloody, but didn't stop laughing. Johnny spit on his face, which made Jimmy just start to bawl with laughter, coughing inbetween mad giggles. Johnny got off him, and reached for his handcuffs. He looked around for them, but found none, he opened the door slightly to see if it had fallen outside. "You're a bad boy, mister Ghost.." He heard a voice behind. Suddenly, Jimmy rushed past him and off out of the house. His heart skipped, "NO! Stop!" Johnny yelled, as he chased after him. Following the laughs, he ran outside into the brisk night air. He had lost his foe.
"Come on, come on, so close..I'm going to do it..come on..." Jimmy muttered, as he inched and inched closer to the open casket at the Hope Baptist Church. The people's worried glances went from unnerved to scared, as Jimmy's eyes were glaring at the deceased lady's body. He then started to grab the lady's arm. Everything is going to plan, Jimmy thought. As he tore his knife out of his pants, and the crowd gasped, he thrust the blade towards the hand. But suddenly, his hand stopped mid-air: someone had grabbed his arm. In fury, Jimmy spun around to see who had stopped him from his deeds. There he was, Johnny Ghost, staring into the eyes of young Jimmy "Casket". The boy screamed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? YOU'RE RUINING EVER-" Johnny punched the boy. "Jim!" His father cried. He rushed towards Johnny, but he kept dragging Jimmy out the door, as the people gasped. Johnny shoved the father out of the way and broke out in an all out run. After a while, he stopped and threw Jimmy in an old garage. "Y-you don't k-know what you've d-done..." Jimmy spat out, in pure fury. He reached for his knife, but it wasn't there. Jimmy glared at Johnny, standing up. "Oh. You mean this?" Johnny held up the knife. Jimmy looked at him sharply. "Give...me..that. Now", he shaked out, his words full of loathing hatrid. Johnny then pulled out a large revolver and pointed it at Jimmy. "You are now about to be executed by orders of Hue Wyoming and the TTB Crew." His hand shaked, but he kept his ground. With a click of the gun, Jimmy, for the first time, let tears go down his face. but oddly, they were tears of..joy. "Go ahead. I want you to." Jimmy laughed. And laughed. So hard. Johnny's mouth opened widely, but nothing could be heard over the gunshot.
Johnny woke up with a start. Pain. Massive, massive pain. It was erupting from his forehead. He could not see anything, as the room he appeared to be in was white and there were lights everywhere. After his eyes adapted to the brightness, he discovered he was in a hospital room. Just then, a nurse came into the room. "I see you're awake.", she said. Johnny tried to move out of his bed, but the nurse kept on insisting that he stay down, and that it would be at least a week before he could get out of the critical care. "Critical ca-What happend to me?", Johnny said, confused. The nurse dug out a mirrior out of a cabinet and handed it to Johnny. Aiming it where it hurt the most, his forehead, he saw a shocking sight: In the middle of his forehead was a circular, red mark. "....I-I was shot?", Johnny said quietly. The nurse nodded, and walked out of the room. Johnny laid back on his cot. This was getting out of hand. "Think, Ghost, think!", he told himself. What had happend? Then, a flashback of a gunshot and a crying boy went through his head. Johnny felt a wave of sadness...That is, until he remembered WHY he shot that boy. After a short moment of rest, another person entered his room. Johnny looked up at him. "What went wrong, Hues?". Hues Wyoming just shook his head, "I'm not quite sure, but when you killed Jimmy, I came foward in time to get the body...", He trailed off. Just then, Johnny noticed Hues' ash-grey suit had red stains on it. He understood what had happend. "You saved my life. You found my body and called the po-", Johnny was saying, but then Hues started to look remorseful. He sat down on a white chair with his hands in his lap. After a moment, Hues spoke, but his voice cracked, "Mister Will-, Um, Mister Johnny...I'm not sure how to say this but...You...Your injury is....It's terminal...", Hues said. Johnny's heart sank. Tears filled his eyes, but he fought them back. Hues stood up from his chair, and grabbed the door handle. Halfway out the door, he looked back at Johnny. "I shouldn't have asked you to get that boy, John...", he said grimly. He walked out door. Johnny laid there, staring at the wall, for what seemed like a long time. He knew what was going to happen...He was going to die. Just then, Johnny took off his IV, jumped out of the bed, and ran out the door. The nurses and doctors ran after him, but when he made it out the front door, he ran as fast as he could. This was going to cause great pain.
Johnny rushed into the house through a smashed window. Frantic, he searched the area for the children. He leaped over knocked over chairs and avoided crushed lamps. When he heard the scream of a child, he dashed into the bedroom. Jimmy smiled at Johnny as he ran in. "I was waiting for you to see this..", Jimmy said. He gently pushed the knife against the boy's throat. He started to sob. Jimmy grinned. "Pl-please...we can work this out. If you could just-", Johnny began, but then, Jimmy grabbed a small, metal toy-pot at Johnny, Distracted, he felt pain his cheek as the tiny pot hit his jaw. Jimmy laughed, than grabbed the boy...and threw him out the window. Johnny realized what he had done, "NOOO!" He glared at Jimmy. He just laughed harder. "Y-You...killed-" Johnny started off, just then, Jimmy lunged at him, knife in hand. Johnny ducked, and Jimmy's knife hit the wall. Trying to pull it out, Johnny grabbed a pair of hancuffs and cuffed Jimmy to a wood stick holding up the bed, and hit him so hard in the back of the head, he got knocked out. Johnny raced over to the window and looked down. His heart jumped at the sigh: The small boy, sprawled on the grassy ground. Johnny let a tear crawl down his cheek. "You-you killed-", he began, but remembered what his job was. Wiping the teardrop from his wrinkled cheek, he looked at Jimmy. "You're gonna blow it, kid." He smirked, but then let his face fell. He pulled out a small C4 explosive, for the only way for Jimmy's soul to be trapped inside Johnny's head was to avoid his death up close. He typed in the numbers, attached it to the wall, and ran out of the house. Right as he was leaving, he spotted a picture of Sarah. His beautiful wfe. Johnny grabbed it, and ran out of his house. A few short seconds later, the windows burst open, and the house was ingulfed in smoke and dancing flames. He rushed to the premise of the heat and grabbed his son's body.
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