P.I.E.: A Nymphic Faerietale

Chapter 7

Jimmy Casket opened his eyes to find himself in Ghost's bed. He glanced over at Johnny Toast, who was sleeping on his face, and snoring, his typically slicked-back hair, a total rat's nest. Jimmy grabbed his knife off of the side table and slid it into its holster. He quickly and quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. He headed down the stairs, and since he was a light weighted person, the stairs barely made a creak when he stepped on them.

When outside, he swiftly made his way to a more urban area. He constantly kept to the shadows in the alleyways, his black jacket helping him blend in. He rounded a corner and retracted, for he saw his victim: a dark skinned man in his twenties. He bounded across the gap, successfully getting his victim's attention.

"Hello?" the man called, not knowing what doom would come to him. He walked over to the corner, and Jimmy pounced. He held the man to the wall, with the knife to his throat. The man was obviously terrified.

"Hey, what're you doing, man? All I was doing was seeing what was goin' on, I swear!" the man said, nervously. Jimmy smiled at him, staring into the man's terrified eyes.

"You know what I'm doing?" Jimmy replied. "I'm trying to let you in on a little secret."

"Wait, no, you can't be," the man stuttered. "Are you trying to tell me that you're Jimmy Casket?"

"That's exactly who I am." Jimmy snickered.

"Oh, hell no," the man said, in the most fear he had probably ever felt in his life. "No, you can't do this, let me go, PLEASE!" He was practically screaming by this point, struggling to free himself from Jimmy's inescapable grasp.

"Oh, it's too late for you, you're already dead!" Jimmy shouted, and started stabbing the man in the stomach, quickly and violently. The man screamed in pain and terror, not letting up. As Jimmy repeatedly stabbed him in random places, the man started to lose conscience. Jimmy was pinning him to the ground by now.

As the man breathed his last, Jimmy relaxed his grip and stood up, feeling quite satisfied with himself, and gasping heavily. It took quite a bit of energy just to stab the guy to death.

Soon, Jimmy's confidence disappeared as the sound of sirens blared. Oh, crap, Jimmy thought as red and blue lights flashed behind him. He turned and saw a police officer holding a pistol aimed at Jimmy's head. Jimmy recognized him at once.

"Freeze!" the officer shouted, closing in on Jimmy. "Drop the knife, and put your hands behind your head!"

"I missed you too, Officer Maloney," Jimmy said with a fake smile. He really wasn't as insane as people thought he was.

"I mean it, Jimmy," Officer Maloney pressed him. "Drop the weapon, and stand down!" Now Jimmy had to flee. He bolted off down the backstreet as fast as he could. "Oh, you little," Officer Maloney muttered to himself, and gave chase.

For some strange reason, Jimmy's mind drifted to the prophecy, slowing him down. Why had he received the message? He was the last person to be involved in it! As Maloney caught up, Jimmy's mind snapped back to the present, and he ran off in a random direction. Unfortunately, it led him to a dead end.

"Oh, great," Jimmy said to himself, before realizing that he was in huge trouble. Being chased by a police officer and then hitting a dead end was a recipe for disaster, especially for Jimmy. He was one of the most wanted fugitives, after all. Officer Maloney had him cornered, and he had back-up. Jimmy could do nothing, but surrender.