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Crossing that line. [Jun. 29th, 2009|08:06 pm]
Johnny was upstairs in his room, flopped out on the couch. He went over in his head, remembering some conversations with Bruce before. Particularly one conversation from a few years. Trying to stop a murderer at the time. Only Johnny's visions were sometimes showing himself doing the killing. And how he voiced that worry to his friend, and the ongoing concern with stopping Stillson

"You're thinking if we leave here, you could end up killing someone in revenge, and that scares you almost as much as the thought of me dying. But I'm telling you now, whatever you think your visions are showing you, that man isn't you."

"Then maybe you don't know me as well as you think. Remember that magazine from the
future, the one Wey showed me?"

"The one with you on the cover...and the headline, 'Will This Man Destroy the World?'"

"It made me wonder how all of this -- Armageddon... this mission I seem
to be on -- might change me. Maybe I'll be fighting so hard to
save the world that at some point I'll cross a line and become as
dangerous as Greg Stillson, maybe even more dangerous."


Bruce had reassured him that there was no way he could be Stillson. Never him.

And yet. He ended up pulling the trigger eventually, trying to kill Vice President Stillson. Johnny then realized why he didn't want to go back to his world. Why he couldn't. Why he probably should have died from the fall and Stillson's Secret Service. He crossed that line. He couldn't uphold that promise to Bruce and himself.

A line had been crossed and he paid the price. Not just to protect the world from Stillson.

But also from Johnny himself.

(ooc: Dialogue from Season 3 episode, 'Shadows')
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(no subject) [Feb. 7th, 2009|09:51 pm]
Johnny was back home. Staring at his wall of clippings and warnings, and it was just after Stillson had become Vice President.

He turned around, and now he was in the room with Janus again. (Janus who since died).

An epic tale born of victory and penned in blood.

There was another man, hooded, standing near him, but only visible to Johnny. The next prophet, the man lost to a coma like Johnny, and he was staring balefully back, holding up the magazine with Johnny's picture on it. 'Will this man destroy the world?' as the headline. They were standing in ashes. Washington burning around them.

And then Johnny's own future blind self, stepping across the blackened Mall.

"Are you really sure you stopped it? What about JJ? Stillson's alive."

But he was irrelevant. He was dead now, or might as well be.

Johnny had pulled the trigger.

He's now up in the balcony again, aiming the rifle and shooting at Stillson behind the podium. Again, the politician panicked, and held up a child to cower behind.

Johnny had stopped firing, but it didn't matter, the men were shooting at him again. He was falling toward the railing, and could faintly see a man smiling darkly as he aimed to weaken the railing further. And something about that smile, made pain flare in Johnny's head, the tumor that could still kill him.

He couldn't focus on him, didn't know him, but it didn't matter as he started to convulse.

He was falling.
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(no subject) [Nov. 29th, 2008|11:10 pm]
Everything culminates to a point. Everything. Johnny had lost a friend, saved another in his place. It was to be either Walt or Reverent Purdy, and the cosmic choice lead to Walt dying instead of Purdy. Leaving Sarah an expecting widow raising JJ. And his son was coming into an inheritance that started with his grandfather, Johnny's father. It was a shock to find his father still alive, a bigger shock to find he'd been poisoned body and mind by Stillson.

It only added to Johnny's growing resolve that there might be only one way to avoid the outcome. Avoid the visions of fire sweeping over the Capitol. He had been warned before. Warned by friends like Bruce. He knew the outcome too.

But as Stillson continued to ascend, Johnny knew time was growing shorter by the second. Stillson was now a heartbeat away from his goal, and he had to be stopped before that heartbeat was stilled.

Before Armegeddon.

There was no other way, and he had avoided his fate long enough.

Johnny hoisted the package with the rifle inside on his back, and slipped out toward the hall.
And destiny.
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(no subject) [Jan. 12th, 2008|04:14 pm]
Johnny felt sick. He couldn't stop it. The media personality, Marshall Frost was dead, the believed assassin of Vice President Danbury during a hunting excursion. And Stillson came up smelling like a rose, or even worse, a hero. All staged for his benefit so he could be sworn in Danbury's place. And now Stillson was a heartbeat away from the one spot that Johnny had tried so hard to keep him from. The place that once he's there, will lead to Armageddon.

And right now he was staring back at one of the orchestrator of Stillson's rise to power. Janus.

He angrily said, his finger pointing at him, "You did this. You murdered the Vice President."

Janus just smoothly stated, "I prefer to see it as a liberation. The freedom to usher in new perspectives of leadership."

"You're insane."

"Again, I believe we'll have to agree to disagree.

John then asked, "Why let me in on it? You knew I'd see the truth."

"I thought I made that clear in our last conversation."

He then remembered the Bible with the highlighted quote bookmarked in it that was given to him a while ago, "The third ruler in the Kingdom."

Janus then pointed out, "Technically, you'd be number two, but everything's negotiable."

Thinking of Janus former compatriots and allies, his team from Vietnam, John hoped it would get to him, "Those people that you killed, they were your soldiers. Did you offer them a chance to negotiate their lives?"

It seemed to work since the other man grew more reflective, and it struck an inward blow, "Their mission was to serve the greater good of the unit. In that respect, they died heroes. We should all be thankful to pass with such dignity."

"Dignity? Is that what it took to poison Miranda Ellis on her wedding day? Or was she just more collateral damage on your way to the White House?"

"We have philosophical differences, I accept that, but at the core we both desire the same things. A safe and powerful land in which to raise our children and build our future. You've
seen what we can accomplish without you, imagine the things we could do together.

He seemed to caught the gist of Janus words, and bluntly asked him, "Are you suggesting this was all some kind of audition for my benefit?"

He then explained, "Not an audition. A preview. The opening act of the greatest drama ever conceived by a man. An epic tale born of victory and penned in blood. You simply need to decide on which side of the curtain you'll stand.

"And if I turn away?"

Janus words grew harsh, cold and brittle as he warned, "You won't need psychic powers to see
that future. There won't be one." He then got up, and strode toward the door to leave.

"Think it over, John, it's almost show time."
He remarked as he left back for the shadows he seemed to have emerge from. A shoulder devil on Stillson, just further encouraging his own dark ambitions.

While Johnny was left in the lit room, considering his words, and what was meant by the threat. He needed to get out and get some air so he headed out a different door, only to see the bar laying in wait behind it.

Good, he really needed a distraction, and time to sort this out.

(ooc: Quotes taken from The Dead Zone, Season 5 episode, "The Hunting Party.")
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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2007|10:56 pm]
The weather was nice. Slight chill, and a lovely breeze blowing over the lake, creating gentle ripples along the surface. John was casually strolling along. Reflecting on recent events back home, where a young minister named Franklin made a grievous error against a woman. And for forgiveness decided to reform his life with a new name, Gene Purdy. He hoped Jessica was taking the chance to move on with her life.

He then heard a noise, and half turned.

"Hello?"
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Vortex of troubles and flames [Aug. 25th, 2007|05:22 pm]
A few days ago, he'd been at a commune, a Branch Davidian styled cult was set up, and at first, he thought he was there to save a little girl from a landmine. Only to find that many more lives were at stake. He stopped it, but the federal authorities wanted an investigation for their operations being interfered with. And none other than Congressman Stillson was at the forefront of the investigation committee. Johnny could see how much Greg Stillson relished having the thorn in his side twisting before him in the hot seat. But luckily the casualities were minimal, and the charges later dropped.

Johnny touched the doorframe of the state capitol building's courtroom as he was leaving, and blinked with surprise. A bar and a place at the end of time and space that he thought he'd never see again.

He clapped Bruce on the shoulder, "See you later, Bruce."

His friend looked stunned, "Hey, John, wait a second, where are you going?"

"Milliways."
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Odd arrivals [May. 1st, 2005|08:35 pm]
[mood | worried]

Johnny was walking around his house. He had been agitated for days, still trying to get details on how to stop Stillson, and figure out exactly what his part was to be. He hadn't heard any further information from his future informant, Christopher Wey for a few weeks now, which was concerning. If something had happened to him, there went his link on what had happened about six years from now. Maybe he needed a walk, and Bruce has been suggesting he need to keep up his excerise routine since he still had trouble with his legs. The years in the coma took their toll on his body, and he still wasn't certain how much so. He opened the door to head outside.

Only the door led to a point very far away from Cleaves Mills, Maine, Earth, or even the known galaxy.
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Another added character [Apr. 24th, 2005|03:57 am]
(Placed Johnny's app today to Milliways, so now patiently awaiting further word.)
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