Little Johnny

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((The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide is Press Coverage-P!ATD))

I felt everything that happened. Of course, I couldn't see. But after all, Kidnapping has its price. I murmured under my breath, but loud enough for the figure in the chair to hear.

" Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time....C'mon, just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me..." The figure suddenly cringed, clearly panicking. Faint sounds of struggle could be heard, and I tried so hard to stifle a laugh.

" Good, good, now we're making some progress....Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat.." I sang out louder, gripping the knife in my hand. I walked to the now shivering person.

" And I believe, This may call for a proper introduction, and well don't you see? I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue.." I hissed out, sliding the blade across their arms, before digging down on their leg. If they could talk, I could imagine the scream of pain echoeing through the building.

" Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen, Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention." I spat, pulling off the bag on the persons head. I glared into the green eyes. Of course, it was and had to be that had to be that stupid ginger, always following me. Her makeup was now smeared, her mascara dripping down her face like black tears.

"I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives...Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen...Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention....I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives." I slid the knife across her eye, causing blood to reach the surface. Her face twisted into a panicked scowl, looking at me with shame and pain.

" Applause, applause, no, wait, wait..
Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make...It seems the artists these days are not who you think..So we'll pick back up on that on another page."

I allowed the lights to turn on, revealing the dozen of bodies, all hanging from the ceiling from nooses, strings attached to every limb like puppets. The girls eyes seemed to dilate as she found out she knew each body personally.

" And I believe,This may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see? I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue." I stabbed the girl, darting the knife into the stomach. She whimpered out, unable to scream.

As I repeated the verse, "I'm the narrator, this is just the prologue." And I silently walked out, leaving the girl to die the painful death she deserves.