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there’s something specific about lips that make hard to draw (for me), a full expression depends on how you put these lines together 😔

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maybe messed up with the proportions, but here he is

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I didn’t knew about the remake till this week (fun fact is that I drew him a few months ago)

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JOHNNY SLAUGHTER

word count — 1.1k

warning — kisses and violence

notes — english is not my first language, sorry

Drunken laughter echoed throughout the wooden entrance, the boy gently led her upstairs, waiting at every stumble her inattentive feet made, sharing a hint of a smile between sobs. The night fell cold outside, a deadly silence that was only interrupted by the couple, the whole sorority took advantage of the weekends to party, visit relatives or just enjoy the night with a nap.

Her own plans went down the drain when small stones hit her window, her pajamas exchanged for a blue dress and her heavy sleep for a spark of excitement. The heels fell from her hands and the firm grip on her waist assured her that she was not dreaming. She pushed the door with her shoulder and anxiously pulled the man's hand inside, a shy smile adorning her lips as he took in the female room.

Sitting on her bed, she watched the whirlwind of thoughts he had, his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze bitter and hesitant, was it for her? She believed not, she hoped not.

“What are you thinking?”

She might not be able to see his face covered by the darkness of the night, but noticed the drastic change between the anger in his reflection and the sympathy he showed her.

“About you.”

Jane shook her head in disbelief, a nasal laugh accompanying it, she certainly didn't believe that cliché and neither did he seem to believe his own words, there was something wrong in his head. All the alcohol dissipated from Jane's body as soon as his warm touch found her waist and guided her against the purple covers of the bed. Firm lips trailed down her neck in a delicious anticipation, both anxious, both nervous.

Heavy breathing collided with face, her heart racing with adrenaline as her fingers slid from his torso to lightly grip the hair growing at the base of his neck. The calloused texture of the palm ran down the short length of the dress to the delicate lingerie. It would have been wonderful to have torn off that piece and continue listening to her whispering his name, if it weren't for the ringing of the phone that echoed in the room and interrupted the couple.

An irritated sigh escaped Johnny, embarrassed she looked at him with an apology on the tip of her tongue, it was the first chance and, apparently, the last one that would take him to her room.

“Shit… It must be my mother.” She felt him tense up more at the mention, shoulders rigid and a thin line where his lips met. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course… of course!” His harshness highlighted his annoyance, he turned his body away so as not to look at her perceptive eyes. She tried to argue, but received even more of his hidden aggression. “Go answer the damn phone!”

The furrow on the delicate face of the sorority girl expressed the strangeness of his behavior. She went down the stairs, reflecting on what had made him so angry, answered the call and waited, expecting her mother to complain about anything. She always called at this time and was never answered on time. She listened patiently to the details of her day, grabbing her companion's jacket in a futile attempt to warm herself up, and wondered if the matriarch would ever accept him. She would kill them both if she knew everything. The dreamy girl smiled at the thought.

She was so distracted that only the boy's rusty smell and a cold blade woke her up. "What are you doing?" She whispered fearfully, only now noticing the static sound the phone was making.

“It's nothing personal... it's just...” He swallowed hard, his breath hitching in her neck, immobilized from moving to confront him.

“Johnny, put that weapon down.” She brought one of her hands to grip his arm. “I'm begging you, please.”

“If I don't do it, they'll come after you.” Everything became even more confusing, her life flashed before her eyes, searching for some motivation for murder. She didn't want to end up like this.

Jane gathered all her adrenaline to hit his head and throw the phone at the killer. She ran stumbling between the steps, stunned by her own blow and hurt by the betrayal. Hearing the heavy footsteps behind her, fierce as a predator. She tried to lose him by abruptly going around the walls and doors of her colleagues, occasionally throwing objects along the way. She knew the enemy's speed, and he would soon catch up to her, but a cruel doubt arose when she saw his pace slow and stop near the stairs. This was her chance. She could push him, perhaps, but she only allowed herself to watch through a crack.

Carefully, she tried to reach the exit to the balcony, watching every step on the treacherous wood. She could have sworn she could hear each splinter crack as she balanced her weight on her feet. Slowly, opened the last door and, as she stepped into the outside area, she felt her blood evaporate and the body turn into a carcass of bones ready to meet the blade. She had stepped on a dog toy that had given away her location. Unsteadily, she went down the ladders to run to the lowest part of the gate, once again under the pressure of the chase. She was sure he would be far away until she felt her arms being grabbed and her warm body hit the grass wet with night dew.

The feeling of confusion returned as she stared into his dark eyes and felt his uneven breathing on her skin. She stared at him, terrified of the monster that appeared in the night, but he watched her, clinging to what would be the last vestige of the affection he had never had before. Hesitantly, he gripped the razor with trembling hands and closed eyes to stab the heart, the moon illuminated the rusty metal and bathed her brown hair in the sinister glow of death. Family comes first, he repeated to himself, but was that really a family?

She closed her eyes, waiting for the fatal blow. Afraid of her last breath, but even more so of facing her lover in such a tragic way. However, only the warm sensation on her forehead and the burning sensation in her thigh that drained her blood were proof of the girl's survival. The wind hissed in horror at witnessing such an intimate display of desire from a beast, announcing his departure, but longing for his return to the comfort of his beloved.