(POV: Jimmy)
I knew I was beat. I was going to lose at my own game, be killed and also kill Johnny.
But I didn't care.
I did care for _____. She's my whole world. My everything. Seeing her suffer like that pained me more than I imagined. It was awful. I wanted to take my knife to my own chest to stop her suffering.
Or better yet: to Maxwell's.
I was about to do the most stupid thing I could ever do. But if was for _____.
I woke Johnny up, who had been sleeping the whole time we've been at this camp. "Ghostie, wake up, man." I chanted.
"What? What's going on?" Johnny asked, confused.
"Prepare to die. I'm fighting Maxwell."
"No, Jimmy, you can't..." Johnny started.
"I didn't finish.", I said sternly, "I'm fighting Maxwell for _____'s life." Johnny was silent after that.
Maxwell decided it was time to tease me. "Why ain't you talking now, hmm? To afraid?"
"N - no." I whispered.
"Jimmy Casket the "great", the "undefeated", the "world renowned murderer". How pathetic."
"Sh - shut up." I hissed, this time I was a little louder.
"What you gonna do? Call the copsy wopsies on me?" Maxwell cooed. It sounded so odd in his deep voice.
"No!" I said that normal tone.
"Then stand up like the man you aren't!" Maxwell snarled.
I stayed still for a while, not knowing if I really should. Behind me, I heard _____'s crying. She was in so much agony, I felt it. "A new emotion. Sympathetic anger."
I heard _____ whisper. "Ji - Jimmy. I - I love you. Don't die... Let me in - in - instead."
That sealed the deal. "FIGHT ME, MAXWELL. I WILL WIN, AND YOU WILL LEAVE US BE, GOT IT!?" I yelled as loud as I could, screaming practically. I meant everything I said.
"And what's in it for me?" Maxwell asked as he chuckled.
"If you win," I tried to catch my breath, "you take me, and you do what you want, but you need to leave _____ alone!"
Maxwell shrugged. "I guess. Why not."
I looked back at _____ one last time. She was in so much pain, and it was all my fault. If I hadn't came out to investigate - no, it went deeper than that. If I hadn't agreed to come - no, farther yet. If I hadn't tried to kill her, fallen in love, then she'd be safe.
I knew my world was a world of danger and pain. Of nonsense and goofy stuff.
It is of no logic, and with no logic there is the bad, the bad logic. The logic that allows the bad to happen. The bad - like me. I am not a good guy like I'd like to think. I am the evil that lurks in Johnny Ghost. The one who makes Johnny suffer. I am his evil.
And I tried to bring that on to _____.
And although I've done so much bad to her, I was about to fix it all. And then, I'd leave.
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Love and Knives (Johnny Ghost/Jimmy Casket X Reader)
Fanfiction~Before you read it, please know that this story is pretty old. I didn't quite have the right idea of how to really write a full on story, which is part of the reason it it 75 freaking parts long. There are some things that are a bit underdeveloped...