Love and Knives (Johnny Ghost/Jimmy Casket X Reader)

Jimmy, Jimmy

  (POV: Maxwell)

  "These two are fools, falling for my simple trap. I knew scratching up the car with my claws would bring at least one out - but both! I over estimated these two idiots."
  "Nice to see you, Maxwell." Jimmy snarled, he seemed to think he threatened me, like he was ever scary.
  "Jimmy." I replied simply. My voice was so deep and gravelly, it was almost hard to understand.
  "T - t - that's Maxwell?" The girl stuttered. She had a look of horrified fear glazed in her eyes. I enjoyed her watching her shake and nearly peed her pj's.
  "Yeah, now please go back to the tent." I heard Jimmy softly whisper. He talked so differently to her; he wasn't a true murderer or psychopath, or even a man at all.
  I laughed. "Do you think that the tent is going to protect her? I could kill her now, on the spot, if I wanted..."
  "You wouldn't dare!" Jimmy growled.
  "No, no, you're right... I'd torture her first." I replied, hissing that last part.
  Jimmy had nothing to nothing to say, so he yelled and lunged at me. I grinned faintly and snapped my fingers. The girl started to scream in agony. I watched as her arm contorted and her leg stretched. Her face would melt in and out of shape, like an icepop being froze and melted again and again in a matter of seconds.
  Jimmy had stopped dead in his tracks. He turned back to face the girl, on the verge of dropping to his knees out of awe struck horror. He didn't know what to do, so he did nothing. I laughed again, this was just all too amusing.
  Finally, Jimmy turned around to yell at me. "What's your deal, Maxwell! We had an agreement!"
  "Yes, we did...", I spared a few seconds to watch as the girl cried in pain, "You get me a physical form, I give your girl her legs back, and I did that."
  Jimmy had no comeback. "You never said you'd come back and kill me!"
  I smirked. "Did I really have to? You know who I am, do you not?"
  Again, I stumped Jimmy with my clever savagery. He only had one last line of defense, one last, final thing to say before his ultimate demise. "Fuck you!" He spat.
  "I'd like to see your gay little self try." I may be a demon, but I'm never to mature to call a person gay when I find the chance.
  Jimmy hunched over and breathed heavily for a few moments. He had very little reaction, which actually scared me. "What is he thinking? What is his childish mind plotting against me?" 
  Finally, Jimmy looked up. His eyes a deeper red that I could imagine, the color could only be described as impossible. His hair was absolutely mangled and knotted. His face was solemn and gave nothing away. He looked me straight in the eye and hissed "You... me... fight to the death."