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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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. ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

(Placed Johnny's app today to Milliways, so now patiently awaiting further word.)