Jimmy let out a pained huff as he sat up, blinking the sleepiness away while he observed his surroundings. This place was unfamiliar to him. The people, however, were not. On the floor were Johnny and Gavin, dumb and dumber. He carefully leaned down, poking at his fellow criminal. The man was fast asleep. So was Johnny. Jimmy couldn't help but grin at this revelation. This was his chance to escape. He knew that he had to take care of the Brits first though, they would just find him again if he didn't. He stiffly stood, his head swimming as he shakily stepped over the sleeping giants. He searched in the duffle bag Johnny had gotten his cuffs from, quickly finding the key. Jimmy carefully unlocked them, setting them on the couch. He slowly and painstakingly made his way to the kitchen, ignoring the pain in his everything. Jimmy riffled through the drawers. There were towels, forks, measuring cups, everything. It soon became apparent that there wasn't a single knife in this house, not even butter knives. It just like the Johnny's to have such a lame house. Just as he was about to give up he noticed the perfect tool, a pair of scissors. Scissors always worked perfectly in a pinch. He turned to head back to the Brits, only to find that he could no longer move his legs.

"Put those down before you do something you'll regret." Ghost ordered. Jimmy scoffed. It had been a while since he had a good conversation with this dweeb.

"How about you let me go and we'll see if I regret it?"

"I'm not gonna let you do that."

"Sure you won't. Do I need to remind you what you and I used to do? How little you did to stop me?"

Ghost didn't say anything after this. Jimmy just scoffed. He tore himself from his brother's control, beginning to make his way back to the living room. He stood over Johnny, leering down at him. He looked so peaceful. Jimmy couldn't wait to disrupt that peace. This was the day he had been waiting years for. He raised the scissors above his head, allowing himself to dwell on the anticipation for just a moment before plunging the blade down as hard as he could. So wrapped up in the excitement, it took him a full moment to realize that the weapon never actually made contact. The tip of the scissors was hovering no more than an inch from Johnny's throat. It was like his arm was frozen in time.

"... are you fucking serious, Gregory?"

"I told you I wasn't gonna let you kill him!"

Jimmy rolled his eyes.

"Listen, I know you two are all gay and kiss and shit, but I've been waiting for this for years. You'll find another Johnny, I promise!"

"It's not about that! You controlled me for years and ruined my life! I'm done being used by you!" Ghost growled. Jimmy was about to attempt the stab again when he suddenly fell back, as if he had been shoved. He dropped the scissors, narrowly catching himself. He barely had time to process what had happened when he was pushed again, the back of his head smacking into the wall. Pain shot through him like pure lightning. He braced himself against the nearby door frame. That quickly proved to be a bad decision when his face was slammed into it with a loud thud. Blood began to pour from his nose. Jimmy grinned, wiping some of it from his lips.

"You've finally grown some balls, Ghostie! I'm impressed!" he giggled. His brother didn't respond, instead slamming him into the wall again. Just then he suddenly felt like he was choking. Jimmy coughed and gasped, and after a moment a voice came out. But it wasn't his.

"J-Johnny! Gavin! Wake up!" Ghost screamed. The Brit's immediately woke, panic filling their faces when they realized what was happening. Jimmy quickly regained control, diving for the scissors. He swung them at Gavin, just barely missing. His hand almost immediately began to seize, and he dropped the weapon once more. The rest of his body followed. Jimmy knew this was payback for all the times he had tortured Ghost over the years. He forced his way back into the hot seat, snatching the scissors for the final time. His heart was pounding in his ears, his face hot with rage. The Brit's had backed away now.

"I'm gonna kill all you fuckers, starting with you!"

Jimmy pointed the weapon at Johnny. The man frantically looked around for something to defend himself with. Jimmy let out an angry howl when Gavin ran up behind him, restraining him. There was no way he was going to let himself go down like this. Jimmy craned his neck, biting Gavin's hand as hard as he could. He felt the criminal's tendons shift under his teeth. Gavin yelped and instinctively let go, pushing him away. This gave him the perfect opportunity. He lunged forward, scissors raised. Just as he thought the strike was gonna land he flew back again, this time landing on the kitchen table with incredible force. He fell right through to the floor, the cheap wood burying itself in his back. He soon found himself unable to move at all. His whole body throbbed and ached. His nose was filled with the scent of blood, his own blood. As badly as he wanted to move, he just couldn't. It hurt too much. For the first time ever, he had full blown lost. Not only had he lost, but he had lost to his loser brother, the one he had successfully manipulated and possessed for years. He knew that for better or worse, this was the end of an era.