NOVEL WEB Chapter 138: Confronting Johnny
Wandering around town was one thing, but going down to the monster underground was a whole other level of danger. I needed to gather all my people with combat expertise and take them down there with me.
Sure Shikasa was a literal goddess with immense power, but the system or Pound, whatever you want to call them, informed me that if she used her powers, it would shorten the amount of time the universe would allow her to stay on Earth.
This was due to the fact that she was too powerful of a being to be allowed to exist in the same realm as humans or even monsters. Her existence was too dangerous in the universe's eyes.
Because of my sacrifice of 3 lives, the universe was willing to overlook Shikasa's presence for a little while, but the more splashes Shikasa made with her powers, would shorten the universe's tolerance of her existence.
Bringing backup was the best decision overall so Shikasa didn't need to use her powers. I needed as much time with her as I could get. It wasn't only because she was my mom, however, that did factor into the equation.
It was because she was my cultivation teacher and I needed to solidify her guidance by learning the inter-realm communication ability before she got kicked back to where she came from.
So I rounded up Johnny and the Boys, and which members of the Theater of Dreams that were brave enough to go. Alice reminded me they had a show tonight to play.
So when I had rounded up Johnny and the Boys, my girls, Shikasa, and I got ready to go to the theater. It wasn't until Johnny and Shikasa saw each other in the lobby, where we were all waiting, that a problem presented itself.
Johnny recognized my mother, and said, "Iris! What a strange coincidence seeing you here. I thought you were dead." Johnny looked at me. "I thought your mother was dead. What's going on?"
"Turns out my mother is an immortal vampire goddess and I summoned her last night back to Earth, with all of her godly powers," I said.
"Oh really?" Beads of sweat started forming on Johnny's forehead.
"I heard how you raised my son after my husband died. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" she said, with her arms crossed.
"Oh, uh, I, uh, I did my best Iris, I swear! I may have used him on one or two jobs, but it was only because all my guys were in the clink. And I had to put food on the table, for your son! You know how the business is. Some months are good and some months aren't." Johnny was backing away from my mom this whole time and she was slowly advancing on him. "Please, forgive me Iris! I'm sorry!!"
"Oh, I forgive you Johnny, but there are still going to be consequences. You might be surprised to find out I'm less mad about using him on jobs than I am about you losing him entirely. For 3 years!" She said. She grabbed Johnny by the jaw and lifted him off his feet.
"He's a sneaky kid! What can I say? He eluded my grasp for 3 years," Johnny said through his teeth.
"Or maybe, you just didn't look hard enough!" Iris threw Johnny into one of the lobby chairs.
We all hear someone loudly hitting numbers on a landline phone. We looked the front desk. There was a tall skinny girl who had very clearly called the emergency line.
"If you don't hang that phone up right now, I'll snap your neck so fast your head will spin off your body!" Iris said.
"Yes, maam." She hung up the phone.
"Good. This is the man who was supposed to be taking care of my son while I was captured by the enemy overseas and he involved my son in crime! Now do you see why I'm being so rough with him?" Iris said.
"Yes, maam," the girl said. She stepped away from the phone and sat down.
"That's better," my mother said. She looked back at Johnny. "Now, where were we?"
"You were gonna kill me?" Johnny said.
"I'm not gonna kill you, Johnny. He is," she said as she gestured at me.
"What? Why me?" I said.
"Think of all the times he mistreated you. All the times he made you do things you didn't want to do. Think of what made you run away in the first place," she said.
I thought back to that night, all those years ago. A time I hadn't thought about it a while. At first I didn't even really remember why I ran away. I assumed it was some stupid kid reason, but then it hit me, and I remembered. It made me furrow my brows and clench my fists.
It was a little over three years ago. I was eighteen and living with Johnny at his 'house'. At least that's what he called it. It was more like a base of operations for the gang.
Every room was being used for something gang related, whether it be drugs, guns, stolen merchandise, a gambling den in the basement, you name it. They ran prostitutes out of the rooms adjacent to mine, so I heard loud moaning all night, every night.
I barely ever slept at night. I was usually either listening to music, playing my drums, or out on a job. Sleep was for the morning and early afternoon, when prostitution clients, or 'johns' as they were called in the business, went home to their wives and kids, and I didn't have to listen to them moaning in the room to my left and right side.
It wasn't as much the fact that it was moaning that kept me up at night. It was the fact that the two rooms were never in sync with each other. It was like listening to two songs at the same time. One in your left ear and another in your right. It was maddening.
Johnny and the boys used my room as storage for stolen merch all the time, so I rarely had any space. There was usually only enough space for me to walk to my bed or my drums in the corner of the room and that's it.
The worst thing was, they never told me when they moved stuff around, so I was constantly slamming my feet and stubbing my toes on things that had been moved while I was asleep or away on a job.
I had said there was a path to my bed and drums, but that's the thing, the path was always moving and shifting as things got taken out and replaced in the room. I never knew how I was going to have to maneuver around expensive objects just to be able to sleep.
The day that I ran away started off like any other. Well, mostly like any other. When I woke up things had been shifted around in the room so I literally couldn't get out of bed without climbing over stuff.
I could hear moaning already, which was a sign my day was off to a bad start, but it was much louder than it normally was. It kind of sounded like it was coming from inside my room. Everything was stacked up to be taller than my bed so I couldn't see the other side of the room when I first woke up.
I sat up in bed and peeked my head over the tv's and washing machines and other crap to see that two people were fucking in my room. It was on the other side of the room, but they were still fucking inside my fucking room. What the fuck!
It was a man and a woman. I couldn't tell who it was because they were turned away from me.
"Hey, assholes! Get out of my room! Do that somewhere else," I said.
The man turned around. It was Johnny. He was eating a hot dog. He was eating a hot dog and fucking a chick in my room. "Who are you calling an asshole kid?" Johnny said.
"You! You asshole! Have you not heard of boundaries before?" I said.
"Hey. The other rooms were occupied. What was I gonna do? Kick a paying customer out of a room? We're family aren't we? Family should be at least this comfortable with each other. Besides, it's really my room anyway," Johnny said, as he finished his hot dog and went back to fucking.
"Motherfucker! Well I'm leaving. You can do whatever the hell you want to do in here, because I'm getting out," I said.
So I slept naked. The reason I'm telling you this is because I left my clothes by the door before I went to sleep. So I was going to have to climb naked over a bunch of haphazardly placed stolen merchandise, and then walk past Johnny and whatever girl he was fucking naked.
Now the embarrassment factor didn't factor in here. I wasn't embarrassed by my genitals. I was actually rather proud of them. I was pissed because I was afraid my magnum dong might get caught between something while I was climbing naked over the merch.
One of the many downsides to having a big dick, was that it got in the way a lot. It got hit, smacked, slammed, pulled on, etc. So I climbed very carefully with one hand protecting my dong over the TV's and fell down on the other side.
Luckily, I was free from injury. I stopped shielding my dick because it was out of danger, and walked over to my clothes. I casually glanced at Johnny and the girl.
I was curious who he was fucking. I wanted to see if I knew her. When I looked over, the girl looked back at me and my dong.
Oh fuck. Not because she looked at me, but because I did know her. I knew her very well. It was Brandy, my best friend. That wasn't her real name. It was her work name. Her real name was Melanie. I called her Mel.
We did everything together. We had meals together, we played and listened to music together, we did everything best friends could do together, except work together. She was a prostitute. I was a burglar and a thief.
We didn't fuck or anything. I didn't see her that way. But she was my best fucking friend. And Johnny knew it. It was just so disrespectful for him to not only fuck in my room, but fuck my best friend in my room. I was pissed. I got dressed, left, and slammed the door.