Johnny Vinte Has Come Home

Home.

How good it was for Johnny to be home. Well, for a lack of a better word, that is. It wasn't his home he had broken into, no. Technically it was the home of Officer James Prinnes, but technically, it would be Johnny's home for the forseeable future. That is, until he was done with his fun. Fun. Johnny certainly enjoyed having fun.

Johnny turned back to the matter at hand. James had put up a good fight, but was no match for Vinte. Attacking the good Officer in the shower was a smart idea - no matter how tough someone is, when they're fighting in the nude, they definitely feel more vulnerable... And of course it didn't help that Johnny had a very sharp blade in his hand. The Officer had swung a few punches (with his fists, mind you), but Johnny was easily able to dodge them before delivering a hard kick into the Officer's gut, winding him. A sharp elbow to the back of his head, and Prinnes was down and out.

The officer awoke handcuffed and gagged over the lone radiator in his small one bedroom apartment, still stark nude. Johnny approached him. The only light in the room came from the desk lamp. The night was as quiet as a night in New York could be. Prinnes struggled with the cuffs and Johnny laughed.

"Let's not waste anyone's time, eh, Jimmy? We both know that you aren't getting out of those cuffs any time soon"

Prinnes grunted something at him through the gag.

"What was that? I couldn't really hear you. Here, let me help"

Johnny leaned over and took out the gag. The Officer breathed heavily. Johnny leaned over close to his face.

"So what were you saying?"

The Officer didn't reply, but sharply spat in Johnny's face. Johnny smirked and wiped the spit off his face with the hankerchief he had used for a gag.

"You're a little feisty... I like that..."

Suddenly Prinnes felt a large whack against his skull and he cried out in pain. In Johnny's hand was the Officer's baton. Blood dripped from the open wound on the back of his skull. Before he could even catch his breath, he felt another whack, this time on his back, and he cried out in pain once more

"You like that, Jimmy? You like that? How about another?"

Another whack to the back, and Prinnes felt something break and he cried out once more. He didn't know what this strange man wanted with him, he tried to find some reason, to find some way out of it, but before he could even think, down came another whack.

"I like you, Jimmy! You've got fight in you!"

Prinnes was losing consciousness, the pain coursing through his body was too much, and he felt himself going into shock. Johnny noticed that and grabbed him by the head.

"Hey now, don't die on me just yet. The fun's only starting..."

Johnny laughed wildly and threw the baton into Prinnes' face. Johnny walked behind the slumped and handcuffed Officer.

"I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay a little while. It's been a few years since I've been back home"

Johnny undid his belt and dropped his pants down.

"Now let's have some fun!"

Johnny was sat at the dining room table eating his breakfast. Just a couple of things he found in the fridge - this Officer Prinnes really was a cheapass. Nothing but cereal and junk food. Meh. At least it wasn't doughnuts. On the other side of the room was the body of Officer Prinnes, slumped on the ground, still chained to the radiator - a bloody mess.

He heard the knock, and put down his spoon quickly. Johnny didn't expect any visitors... not for himself, at least. Must be someone coming to check in on the good Officer. Johnny walked up to the door quietly and took a peak through the peephole. Standing on the other side of the several inches of wood that separated them stood a relatively short man, with slick looking black hair. But what caught Johnny's eye was the gun that he saw on this stranger... as well as what seemed like an unnecessary abundance of bottled water. New York really is full of weird people...

But Johnny wasn't going to take his chances, he grabbed his blade from the desk - coated with dried blood - and with an almost feline precision, leaped over the kitchen counter, and crouched in wait.

What is with these streets? thought Simon Lagrange as he walked across a road. Well the streets of New York may not be as colorful as Simon's usual home of Paris, but there was a certain kind of, "air" to them. Simon was here on business, by business he means helping clean up the streets of criminals. Some mafias were ok in Nanografts book, as he was more against senseless crime than calculated "industry".

Having nowhere to go Simon walked down an ally, checking his coat for his whisky flask, taking a deep swig, and then thinking to himself Damn, they sure don't make liquor like this in the U.S, it can nearly mess with my nanobots. There was a chill in the air that night so Nanograft turned up his heat relays across his body. Having tired of walking, Simon was about to go back to the hotel when he felt a highly elevated heart-rate. What in Christ's name? he wondered aloud. Simon ran over to where the elevated heart-rate was most prominent, and saw a sort of dingy house. Walking in Simon recognized two things, a cop, and a guy standing over the cop with a gun. Pardonai moi? what are you doing sir? asked Simon casually, tensing for a fight if it came to that.

"What the hell is going on...?" thought Johnny. First Aquaman decided to break down the door of his apartment, and now Pepé Le Pew had decided to join the party. Johnny began to regret not having chosen the house of that old lady in the Bronx. But old ladies just aren't as much fun. They never put up a fight.

Nevertheless, Johnny was up for a fight, and he decided to lay in wait, his trusty combat knife in his hand. Oh the memories he had with this knife. He stole it from his third kill, a US Marine posted in Fort Lauderdale. Ever since then, the blade had shed enough blood to satiate a vampire for eternity... and Johnny was ready to draw blood once more. He continued to lie in wait for the perfect moment.

Whatever, family business is not my business, the man looks like he would be better of dead honestly. Said Nanograft. The apartment building looked worn down and beaten, though Nanograft did sense a faint heart-rate coming from the officer, and a weirdly distorted hear-rate somewhere else, like someone was hiding. Probably a squirrel or something muttered Simon. Taking a few more swigs of his whisky Simon thought to himself Damn, weird shit happens every time I turn around.

Now deciding to speak to the other man in earnest, Nanograft said Im not going to involve myself in your affairs, but i am quite curious about who messed up this guy's face originally. Are you not? I would like to check this place out, when your done in there your help is welcome. Anyways do you want some whisky? said Nanograft handing the stranger his flask of whisky. Strange circumstances indeed..... thought Simon.

Johnny grew restless, it was apparently friendship circle time, and Johnny didn't hate himself enough to go through that. Their time in his apartment was up.

In one quick move, Johnny pounced up onto the kitchen counter and sprung off it, launching himself towards the Frenchman, blade in hand, ready to plunge it into the back of his neck...

Quickly turning around Nanograft armored up, the silver and grey film of protection comfortable against his body. Bitch please! exclaimed Nanograft as he punched the guy full in the jaw with his arm thruster going at high speed. Damn, that blow had some force behind it! thought Nanograft to himself as some of his skin was actually bleeding! Realizing the threat Simon took in all the different strategies he could use, Alright, that beam looks breakable, meh to complicated, pin him down with some energy blasts? I guess. Nanograft shot off a few rounds of laser at the guy, on non-lethal though as he wanted to ask some questions. Lets see the fast little bugger dodge this! Thought Nanograft as his lasers flew from his hand.

Johnny was whacked right on the jaw and flew back into the desk. That fucking hurt! Johnny felt a loose tooth, ripped it out and threw it on the ground before smiling a bloody, toothy grin. Finally, some real fun.

Before Johnny could plan anything though, the man in the suit decided to fire several shots at him, while the Waterboy was somehow manipulating the water to attack him - at least that explains the bottles. Johnny had encountered these kinds of superpowered beings before... He did not like them. Thankfully Johnny wasn't just another average chum. Johnny quickly rolled back over the desk, pulling the desk up on its side with him. A few of the laser shots hit the desk, blasting holes in it, not to mention that the water seemed to be shredding through the wood. Johnny rolled out of the way before the water wore its way through him. The laser blasts followed him as he leaped around the room. He kicked off of the wall and aimed a flying knee strike right at Waterboy's head.

Thank God i didn't tangle with that "Aquaman" guy, he looks super deadly... thought Nanograft as he saw the deadly ring of water heading at the crazy knife guy. MOrphing back into his regular form, Simon took out some more whisky and took a great joy in the liquid bliss sliding down his throat. Well im assuming the dangers over, Hey! Good job over there Splashers! yelled nanograft across the room.

"What the fuck??" thought Johnny as Waterboy threw forward what seemed like a spinning saw blade out of water. This momentary lapse in concentration cost him. He flipped to the side to avoid the water-saw, and while he was able to save himself from the brunt of the damage, he wasn't entirely successful, as the blade cut deep into his right thigh before smashing into the wall. Johnny fell to the floor, panting in pain... and looked up with a smile on his face.

"Well that was fun"