Johnny Oneshots!

Mini Stories 2

Generosity

"Mum. Mum." Johnny knocked on his mother's bedroom door. "I'm heading out..." he waited. "Is there anything you need?"

A wrenched woman opened the door. Her beady little eyes glared down at the boy and struck him across the cheek. He held back the tears.

"How many times have I told you to leave?" she grabbed hold of his throat and pinned him against the wall. "You look just like that bastard that raped me! Exactly like him--" then in a blink of an eye she fell to the floor. Violently sweating as vomit spilled form her mouth.

"Mum, are you okay?" she slapped his hand away. "Dont worry I'll go get you your meds..." 

It was always like this. Johnny, no older than 12 went out of his way everyday to ensure his mother didn't die of aids. Mainly by taking off to a diner where he set himself to sing outside to put on a show. The only place that really let him sing outside for handouts. Afterwards he usually went to spend whatever money he mustered to by his mother's medication, however today his mother's abuse made him a bit bolder. Instead he decided to treat himself. Besides he already knew his mother wouldn't be making him anything to eat. He entered the diner and sat at a booth where a young waitress greeted him. 

"Hey Sweetie, what can I get you?"

"What can I get with only this?" He showed her his "cash". "Will this be enough?"

The lady gave the boy a small frown. "Don't you have more?"

"I'm save'n the rest for my Mum's medicine. She's really sick."

The lady hesitated. "I'm sorry kid but--"

"Don't worry about it. I got it," a large man was suddenly beside the small boy with cash in his outstretched hand. "Will this cover it."

The waitress was flabbergasted. "Y-Yes, Sir. Mr--"

"Mr. Daddy. Big Daddy," he sent her a flirtatious wink that made the lady blush. "Emphasis on the Big. There you go lad. I hear ya singing earlier."

"R-Really?" The young boy wore a hopeful smile. "T-Thank you Daddy! I mean Big Daddy!"

"No problem kid," he ruffled his hair. "Now Doll," he turned his attention back to the female, "Why don't ya give the kid the biggest meal here. Then maybe after your shift you and I could..." 

Johnny watched as the generous man kept flirting with the waitress. Not long after the young boy happily enjoyed the man's company. He was fun and charismatic. He had paid for his food. Then when the time came Johnny had to leave. "Sorry Mister, but I've got to run now."

"No problem Kid," Big Daddy said giving the kid another wad of cash. "Here ya go. Try not to spend it all in one place now." 

"Thanks Sir!" Johnny gave the man a hug before spending off to the drug store. Not to long, nearly sundown the boy was on his way home. However as he walked down he heard strangled cries. Curiosity got the better of the young boy as he followed the noises into an alley. He called out, "H-Hello? Anybody in there?"

The boy didn't have time to react as a body crashed into him. He glanced up and recognized the waitress from earlier. Except this time her clothes were torn, he could see her underwear, and her hair was a mess. She wore a horrified expression and quickly took off.  The boy sat there in the dirt. Confused until a man walked out of the alleyway.  He recognized the generous man from earlier, however instead of wearing that once cocky grin he wore a scowl staring down at the boy. 

"Hey Kid," Big Daddy's voice seem harsher than before. "Ya know how ya got to eat. That was from the heart. I was be'n generous. Understand."

He nodded. "Good. Now want to return the favor," he nodded again. "Good. Now just forget what ya saw. Okay," he nodded on final time. "Good boy! Now then--" his face went dark. "Get out of here." When the boy didn't move Big Daddy shouted. "Now!"

The boy took off ensuring he had the meds in his hands and rushed all the way home. He entered the living room where his mother was resting on the couch. "Mum, I brought back your medicine--" she slapped him. It didn't sting this time. 

Her eyes were wide of fright. "Y-you smell just like that bastard! Get out! GET OUT!"

He left the medicine on the table. Then went to his bedroom resting against his empty mattress on the floor. Happy. For he no longer had to repay the man for his generosity. 

Greed

There once was a mouse with everything he ever wanted. Money, fame, a girlfriend, and a gifted singer. Then one day the mouse felt like he wanted more. More money. He went to gamble. More fame. He went to the clubs. More girls. He went to a strip club. More spotlight. He risked everything. For nothing. 

In the end he lost it all. All his gambling debt came back to bite him the tail. All those nights trying to show off in the club lost him money. All those strippers emptied not only his wallet but the room in his apartment. All those endless singing nights gone for he lost it. His voice. Which went from Frank Sinatra to Gilbert Gottfried. All of it gone. 

The mouse spent his days living around the park. Doing nothing but waiting. Waiting for a second chance. That's when he heard it. A voice so pure, so rich, he just had to have it. He walked over to the restrooms where a young ape had been singing. At first the ape hesitated as a ratty old mouse came up to him. Talking about the future. Having everything his heart could desire if he let him help him. The gorilla didn't buy it . He could tell the mouse was a scammer. He was about to leave until the mouse went on his knees begging for help when the ape really knew that it wasn't him that needed it but the mouse himself. So the Ape agreed. 

Next thing he knew the ape was buying a new crisp suit. Walking into a agency for singers. Once they got in they started getting gigs. More and more money came in as people started to recognize him. The ape even found himself a girlfriend --emphasis on the friend-- that worked in the same agency.  He was in the spotlight. The moment. 

Even the mouse, his manager, was back to the way he was. When he was once at the top, but again the mouse was never satisfied. He was greedy. He wanted more. That's when he went into his singer's account. Taking money to gamble. He was getting deeper in debt. Then one day the ape started to notice his wallet getting lighter and lighter. 

The client went up to his manager one day asked why. Why was he losing money? The manager simply dismissed him and told him he had no idea, but the gorilla knew better. He threaten to leave if he kept wasting his money on idiotic things. The mouse got desperate. From his last experience with owing people he got more knowledge and bought himself a revolver. One that he threaten to use on his client if he left him. The boy didn't fear the pathetic man behind the gun but before he could leave the gun went off. 

The years the mouse got were something he did not want more of. For his need for more, his greed, was conquered by the need to be free of his cell. 

Thanks for being so patient and sorry for rushing these mini stories but I'm trying to finish actual stories but like adding these in. 

Next chapters involve Gunter and Meena!