Save me from my Demons | P.I.E Fanfiction

CHAPTER TWELVE - On the run

| Jimmy Casket's POV |

The strong scent of metallic filled my nose. Yet another victim claimed.

I stood over her body, taking in every moment of my latest masterpiece. I grinned widely. She was probably the most fun out of everyone I had killed. She put up a fight.

For a girl like her, I wouldn't have expected her to be trying so hard to fight back. I honestly thought she would beg for her life and attempt to come up with an agreement in exchange of her living. I would've gladly accepted. But of course, I still would have killed he afterwards, no matter how pretty she was.

Her body was laid out on the once cream carpet that was now bathed in a dark crimson that flooded out of her body. Her dirty blonde hair was dyed blood red as it mixed in with the pool beneath her.

I played with her hair for a bit, humming softly to myself whilst still grinning. "Hmm... Something doesn't feel right" I thought aloud to myself, scanning the limp and cold body that laid in front of me.
"I know how to fix it" my grin grew wider as I drew my knife back, thrusting it forward with force and plunged it into the body. I repeated it repeatedly.

I stood up and looked in awe, but something was still missing. I rubbed my hand in the freshly formed pool of blood and wrote on the white walls that have multiple splatters littered around it.

I stood back to look at my final masterpiece. It was perfect. Stomping of footsteps could be heard from the stairs. "That's my que to go" I smirked before throwing my hood over my head and leaped out the window, parkouring from house to house to get out of plain sight. I could hear the agonised yell of a grieving father who lost their precious baby girl. Get a grip guys, she was 16 years old. No one cares.

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I found a nearby forest that was thick with trees and decided to camp there. I needed to rest. It was coming close to night and Toaster is probably out looking for me and his best friend of course. I leaned my back against the trunk of a tree, closing my eyes to relax. Ghost's hoodie was bloody, as were the rest of his clothes. I let out a deep sigh that basically showed I was relaxing.

My relaxation was over very quickly. "How could you make me do that?" A very familiar and distraught voice spoke from inside my head. It was none other than Johnny Ghost.

I chuckled, "Because it's fun!" I cooed in my head.

"Besides, you could've stayed asleep like last time, so you wouldn't remember" Johnny was silent. I knew I had full control over him now. He fought back many times and always won, almost always. I had been with Johnny since he was a little kid, left alone in a giant house with his imaginary friend, Box Friend. A very creative imaginary friend, Ghostie.

Though, he went by the name Gregory Casket in those days. His mother changed his last name to Ghost to escape their murderous father, Arthur Casket. Arthur wanted to name their son Jimmy, but his wife said otherwise and named their son Gregory. Years later after his parents divorced, his father tracked them and murdered his mother and attempted to take Johnny back. As a terrified child trying to run for his life, he killed his father. He felt no remorse, he was no longer scared. That's where I came in. That was when his alter ego, Jimmy Casket was born.

Then he left the old abandoned Casket home after being chased out by Gertrude and stumbling into an old friend he knew from their youth. Johnny Toast.

From there, Johnny changed his name to Johnny Ghost. Adapting the name Ghost back from when his mother had changed it and took on the name Johnny purely because of Toast. Toast had nothing against it because Johnny is short for Jonathan. But he prefers to be called Johnny or Toast.

"Now be a good boy and stay quiet. I want to rest, and I don't want you to give me a headache with that annoying voice of yours" I ordered. I could hear Ghost about to say something, but he chose otherwise. I grinned at my victory. This power over Ghost was perfect. After all these years of being an alter ego, I had more of my own personality, making me my own entity possessing the body of this wimpy paranormal nerd.

I put my arms behind my head, closing my eyes as I began to relax more. The air was cold as winter drew nearer. The autumn leaves around me splashed colour to this dark wooded area. It needed to be redder in my opinion.

The breeze was oddly calming when it brushed against my face. Even a psychotic killer like me can sit back and relax. Johnny was still quiet. Finally he isn't fighting back. 

"I can tell you remember everything now, huh, Ghostie~?" I teased, knowing exactly why he was being so quiet, why he wasn't asking questions. He knew. He remembered.

He remained silent, giving indication that I was correct. "You remember everyone we killed. Or should I say, you killed" I smirked. Even if I was in control of his body, his emotions mixed with mine. I knew how that struck him in the chest. 

"You could have easily gotten rid of me. You have the equipment. You had  strong will to fight against your demons. But you let yourself drown, allowing the side of you that you wish never existed to take control over you" I loved doing this to him. Making his life more of a living hell than what he currently goes through without me. 

Ghost remained silent still. I had won. He had no sassy comebacks. I had him wrapped around my finger. I could tell he was thinking to himself. I could hear his thoughts within mine. 

"That girl was pretty cute" I chuckled in a sinister manner. Ghost was snapped out of his silence.

"What...?" He spoke slowly, trying to figure out if he heard me properly. Oh he did.

"Melissa, was it?" I smirked, knowing exactly what I was doing.

"I wonder what she'd look like mangled up and bloody?" I said aloud, as if I was asking myself but wanted to annoy Ghost. 

"You wouldn't dare" He hissed. 

I laughed, "Why not? You barely even know her. Don't tell me you've got the hots for her. She hates you!" This was pure gold. His reactions were always the best. It was so easy to get to him.

Ghost quickly shut up, knowing I was right. He didn't know shit about her. She was only a pretty face to him. 

Plus she fucking hates him.

[[AN: Yay. Another chapter. I really really have no clue where this story is going whatsoever! But fuck it, I am trying XD I am semi-enjoying writing this. Idk. But Chapters are coming out a little more, but still slow updates owo 

Vengeance is in work right now and I needed something to do whilst I wait for him to return home. ;A; Plus, I am on a hiatus at the moment on DeviantArt, which is literally my facebook. Anyway, thanks for reading! Thank you for being patient with this story ;3;]]