Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ Mmm! Skater brains, and 450 pound people! ( Chapter 21 )

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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.
This particular chapter was written by Hailey McCarthy-Goode
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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

Chapter 21~ MMMMM! BRAINS OF SKATERS! AND 450 pound people!

They walked out of the wooshing doors, that opened automatically when
you stepped on a motion sensor in front of it. (Hey, i wonder, what
if a 450 pound person stepped on it, would it break and the doors
would be open forever and a mob of people would come to steal from
the mall because the doors would be open and you could get
ANYTHING!!!! hey, do you weigh 450 pounds?)
They walked to the small grey car parked beside a little volkswagon.
Toys strewn across the floor, and window doily's of winnie the poo
hanging delicately in the sunshiny day, the glasses dirty making the
rays inside the car dirty and dark. WASH ME had been writen in the
dirt on the back window with tiny little fingers that laughed at
daddy when he got mad at them for doing such a horrible, nasty thing
to the family car, making those words being imprinted in the car
forever. They would still be there when it finally got washed... Oh
yes it would. ' And when you drive that car someday son, the WASH ME
will get bigger and embarrass you in front of your punky friends. Now
be a good boy and DIE!'
An 11 year old on a 250$ skateboard began to zoom by as Hotaru's hand
grasped the little ones' shoulder and yanked him off. The skateboard
zoomed along as a car came rearing out of a parking stall and the
wood was blown into a million peices.
"HEY!" shouted the funny little boy, who's head had been bleached
blonde hair that fell down to his shoulders curling upwards. The
traces still there, showing that he was still young and not ready to
play with the older skaters, who would probably beat him to a pulp if
they saw him at THEIR skatepark. Oh yes they would, trust me, they
would. Them skaters are brutal.
"You're going to pay for that bitch!" He shouted, squirming around in
Hotaru's hard clutch, but she would not let him go. Her eyes stared
hard down on him. He looked up and gasped, becoming threatened by her
unyeilding glare.
Johnny looked at Hotaru, his smirk widening slightly, realising what
she was doing. Hotaru opened the door and shoved the kid into the
car.
They sped away as fast as they could. The little car puttered through
town as the kid screamed and yelled and slithered in the back seat of
the car, clawing on the window, trying to get out.
They arrived at the house. The kid was yoinked out of the car. Hotaru
grabbed a peice of wood, and some screws. She placed the kid on to
the board. A drill was pulled out of nowhere. The kid screamed and
cried as Johnny watched on. The drills revolving bit was pushed into
the kids hand. A squelching sound. Blood splayed in midevil fashion
all over the floor of the entrance hall. Tears rolled down his face,
as a screw went into this newly formed hole. Several other holes were
made, in his other hand and through his feet. He was fatened to that
board. A long hook was placed into the boys' skin on the top of his
head. Through a loop was placed rope. Hotaru ran out of the house
with the rest of the rope and tied it to a car.
Children were rushing into it as Hotaru ran back inside. The mother
clambered in, holding her purse and some beach stuff. The children
screamed, "BEACH TIME!"
The motor was turned on. The car backed out of the driveway and sped
off.
The boys' body came slightly off of the wood, but there was no lee
way. The hook that was dug into his skull, started pulling, the
tension beginning to become stronger, and with a blood curdinling
RIIIIPPP sound his skull was ripped off. The car kept on going,
trailing the skull on the rope behind it, Brains oozing out and
skattering across the road.
The skin that had engulphed the skull before now lay on the board,
floppily with the rest of the body.
Hotaru shut the door quick and gazed at Nny who pranced around the
living room, laughing tyrannically, skipping. His hoarse laughter
loud and clear, as the body lay there. The poor skater boy. HAHAHAHA!
Hotaru walked sullenly down the stairs, to her room. Pulled her
gloves out of her pockets, and laid them beside her, with the blade,
and licked them clean.