"Uh... Johnny..."

Yes. That's going to help.

Edgar cringed slightly at the emergence of the mental voice. He tried to ignore it, and focus on the situation at hand. "Johnny... you, uh, you said that you wanted me to, um... come over?"

The maniac seemed to pause, acknowledging the existance of the other human being present. "Edgar?" Though confused, violence still dominated his tone and he only glaced over before turning his attention to his previous focus. "Just wait a minute. This won't take long." He seethed, earning a pathetic whimper from the already mutilated beyond recognition human being chained to the wall. "You... you think you're special, don't you? You think you have the right to judge everyone. What makes you so much better than me, huh? What entitles you to this superiority? Is it because you're different?" he paused a moment, "We're not so different, you know. We're both made of the same skin, same insides. Don't believe me? Look!" He said, ripping out the small intestine of whatever had once been human and was now shrieking in pain and terror.

"Do you see it! Do you see this?!" screamed Johnny. "ANSWER ME!"

"...y-yes... i s-s-see it... please, please just s-s-top..."

A full blown maniacal cackle errupted from the murderer. "You want me to stop?! You're so special, you make it stop!" still laughing, he plunged one of his knives deep into the body. Edgar winced slightly at the horrible sound of the knife, and again at the screams that inevitably followed.

You've got blood on your hands, Edgar.

No i don't. You don't know anything, Scribian.

Heh. I know that a good little Catholic boy who watches his "friend" torture an innocent man... woman... whatever it was, is just as guilty.

I'm sure they weren't all that innocent.

Look at you, Edgar! Justifying Johnny's behavior to delude yourself into believeing you're all right. You're no better than he is. You killed that... person, just as much as Johnny did. You let it happen.

"...Johnny..."

The maniac was breathing furiously, hacking away at the remains of what Edgar assumed was once a human being.

"Um... Nny, I... I uh..."

Johnny stopped his movements, his shoulders still rising and falling heavily as he breated rapidly. Edgar decided that this was the worst possible moment to interrupt him. "What?" He spat in a voice that sent chills up Edgar's spine.

"Well, I, um... I just wanted to, I mean... don't you think he's had enough?"

Brilliant.

Shut up!

Johnny turned around to face him, spatters of blood all over his clothes and some in his hair. His expression was terrifying. This was Nny, the Monster.

"Enough?! You think this is ENOUGH?!" he shouted, stalking toward Edgar, who began to back away slowly.

"I- I- I just, I think..."

"People are parasites. I would think you realize this by now. All they live for is pain. Pain, suffering, disgrace... it's pitiful. Everything is defined by pain. I was giving him a lesson in humanity." Nny spoke.

By now, he'd backed Edgar all the way into his main room. "Nny, please... I - I was just... trying to help..."

In a flash of rage, Nny grabbed him by the neck and forcibly pressed him against the wall. "You can't help me!" he screamed, tightening his grip.

Edgar struggled to breathe, but Nny's grip was entirely too tight. "I...I want to..." He gasped desperately. The hold on his grip loosened, but still tight enough prevent any kind of escape.

"Why do you want to do that? WHY DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME?!" He shouted violently, using his free hand to raise the knife Edgar had not realized the maniac had been carrying.

Edgar gave up reasoning and quietly accepted his fate. If this was why Johnny wanted, it would happen sooner or later. His eyes were full of hate and anger, and Edgar found it hard to look into them without being completely overwhelmed. He watched the blade rise in slow motion, and in one blurred moment he heard it clatter upon hitting the floor as Johnny grabbed Edgar's head and pressed their lips together. Before Edgar could even begin to process what was going on, Johnny slammed him into the wall, kissing him just as hard. He struggled to speak, but Johnny stole his words by pressing his tongue into Edgar's mouth.

SHIT SHIT SHIT OH GOD OH JESUS

You're asking for the wrong people, boy.

This is BAD this is BAD is this happeningthisIShappeningohgod

You're enjoying it and you know it.

WHAT?! I am ANYTHING but enjoying this! Johnny's KISSING me and-

And...?

Nny took the opportunity to press himself against Edgar and in the process, grinding their hips together.

ohgod...ohgodthatfeltgood...

Scribian laughed. Think whatever you want, dear, but your other head seems to disagree.

just... just ah... SHUTohgodoh...

Edgar felt one of Johnny's hands slide down his back, squeezing his ass while still grinding. He threw his head back, gasping for air and Johnny, quite satisfied with his response, kissed up and down his neck. Before long, the maniac's hand crept around Edgar's body and had somehow managed to undo the fastenings of his pants. Edgar didn't particularly care to know what was going on or what would come of it at this point. He clenched Johnny's bloodstained hair in his fists as the other wrapped his wandering hand around his shaft. Edgar moaned, unable to focus on anything but Johnny and what Johnny was doing to him.

Johnny stopped suddenly, forcefully dragging Edgar over to the tattered old couch and throwing him down on it. For someone so thin, Edgar was surprised how srtong Nny was. Without wasting a moment, Edgar found himself shirtless, courtesy of Johnny.

That was the moment the gravity of it situation smacked him harder than Johnny had kissed him. Johnny seemed to contemplate it as well, for just a passing second, as that forceful dominance returned and his shirt joined Edgar's on the floor. It felt awkward to hold him at first... it felt like Nny might break in his arms if gripped too tightly, but then he remembered how Johnny had throttled him before and abandoned the notion of gentleness. It was a struggle as they both squirmed out of their pants and shoes, but in the end, it all worked out. Edgar found himself naked underneath Nny, which was a position he hadn't expected to be in. Johnny lifted Edgar's legs over his shoulders and before Edgar could react, Nny thrust himself inside him. Edgar cried out sharply, unprepared for how painful this was going to be. Johnny realized this, and proceeded more slowly. It still hurt like hell, but after a while, Edgar failed to notice the pain. He began to match Nny's rythms, slipping into euphoria as Johnny's hand slid up and down his length in time with his thrusts.

He was amazed at how in control Johnny was of all this. For someone who hated touching and being touched, he certainly seemed to be enjoying this. Then again, so was Edgar, despite his moral objections. He fought against the urge to lose control, but after a while he thought, "what the hell" and succumbed to it. Johnny didn't last much longer, and screamed Edgar''s name as he collapsed on top of him. Nny was instantly asleep, and Edgar simply ran his fingers through blue hair and wondered how he would explain this when Johnny woke up.