"Out. Both of you."

Johnny was sticking the gun through the window of the car.

Tommy said, "Just take it easy with that thing, man. No one's going to argue with you. All right? No one's going to give you any shit."

"Well… that's too bad. I can't stand a one-sided argument… but if you insist I'll gladly oblige."

"God damn it man, you're being a fool," said Tommy, but he never had a chance to finish.

Johnny opened the door and yanked him out of the car.

"Johnny don't hurt him! I'll do whatever you say! Honest!"

"Junella, you'll do whatever I say no matter what. That's no bargaining chip. Why don't you climb over into the van and make things easier on all of us."

Then, he hit Tommy over the head with his gun.

Tommy collapsed in a crumpled heap, and Johnny kicked him five times… hard.

I screamed, and Johnny turned to me, aimed the gun, and shot it.

I felt the bullet fly past my ear.

It went whizzing right past me.

I couldn't believe it.

It was the most incredible thing that I'd ever experienced.

"I've got one more. It can be yours… or his… I don't care which. You fight me, I'm going to give it to him… or maybe to you. What's it going to be."

His voice was utterly calm. I knew that he was past anger, hurt, rage… he was completely lost in madness… and with it went that peculiar kind of control the totally insane can show.

Someone could have almost believed, just from watching Johnny in action, that he was normal, and that he was doing whatever he was doing for normal reasons.