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Book 1
Jak
Chapter 4
Interrogations
“Jak… Jak, Jak wake up. Awaken? Please?”
The floor was cold and smooth like granite.
“Jak! WAKE UP!”
I opened my eyes. The room was large… huge. The walls were black granite as were the floors. The ceiling had a mosaic picture of a woman with black hair bright blue eyes being walked to a castle through a field filled with monsters, demons, and other monstrosities. The exact copy of the Devil that I turned into was holding her hand and walking her to the castle. There was also a huge thrown that sat on a few steps in front of me. There were columns on either side of the room made of the same black granite. There were two large, ancient looking wooden doors at the end opposite the thrown. Julie, Alana, and I were tied up with thick, metal cables in the middle of the room. I tried to get up… but the metal cables were heavy, my strength was sapped.
“I’m awake Julie.”
“Good, now tell me where in the world are we?”
”Should we wake up Alana?”
I stared at her for a second, my heart said no, but my head said, and I quote, “Hell yes, if she thinks you’re the Devil, if she thinks you will forgive her for telling them where we were, then I think that you should drink all her blood and only hope that she will stay conscience enough to suffer! And if you forgive her, you are even more of a dumbshit than I give you credit for, a lot more!”
I looked over to Julie, who scowled at Alana; did she know about her giving us away?
I didn’t have time to decide anything, Alana woke up, screaming like a banshee, “NO, NO DON’T LEAVE-” She stopped. She seemed to realize that she was dreaming.
“What were you dreaming about?” I asked curiously.
“AHHH!” she shrieked.
“It’s just me, Alana.” I sighed.
“Oh sorry, I can’t see.”
“Yeah, sorry, I forgot.”
Julie joined in, “Hi Alana!”
Alana jumped. “Julie?”
“Yes?”
“Oh… sorry.”
“No biggy.”
Alana started to lose control of her breathing, her heartbeat jumped from 90 beats per minute to 120 beats per minute.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she replied, but it was clear that something was amiss.
“Don’t lie to him, he can always tell when you’re lying,” Julie said, adding some uncalled for acid to her voice.
“Well… I am just a little claustrophobic.” Her stomach made a weird sound that I was sure that she didn’t even hear.
“More than a little maybe?” I asked.
“The only other thing that I’m scared of more is a spider.”
“Well… no spiders around here.”
“Phew… I’m glad.” She sighed, but she still didn’t calm down.
At that moment the lights on each column flicked on, it was almost blinding and lit everywhere brightly, except behind the massive columns, then the huge doors opened (it must have been thick if even I didn’t hear anything coming) and John Doe stood their with another man who was rather tall but skinny and almost fragile looking, in a long, flowing crimson silk robes, a shiny bald head, a large but closed smile, a long, black, straight-haired beard, and had an almost undefined eye color, it was like a bright orange mixed with a tiny bit of yellow that stood out almost hypnotically, I was pretty sure you could probably he them in pitch black darkness, I assumed he was the Master.
They walked around us as if they just wanted to take the long route. I mean, they didn’t even give us a glance until the Master sat down at the thrown, leaning forward and inspecting us with that same smile if it had not grown larger and John Doe was standing on his right, looking smug.
Alana stared into his eyes as it they were a few prized and rare orange diamonds on display. Julie stared at them both, switching from one to another with an absolute look of abortion etched into her features.
I just stared in their general direction trying to find a weak spot in this stupid cable.
“No, no, no,” the orange-eyed man started, he had eyes only for me now, “oh no, you cannot escape from that cable with your strength that low and expect to kill us both, my, my no. You’re all lucky that I have let you keep enough strength to even move, do not make me turn it down more.”
How did he know? I was trying my best not to make a sudden movement to alert them.
He laughed.
“How…”
“Oh I have many, many talents of my own. One being to tell the feelings of someone, like how you felt it was so easy, another being able to control the strength of those around me among many others.”
“More than one?”
“Yes, I have at least one-hundred, maybe two-hundred. I do not use them all, in fact, some are quiet superfluous.”
I gave up.
“There we go, communication, it always helps. Hmm… which first…”
Uh-oh…
He chuckled. “John?”
“Maybe we don’t need to take that one in, Master, maybe just the other two, to see their talents.”
“Yes, yes… the blonde then.”
As quickly as he had said it, they disappeared before our eyes. It was just Alana and I sitting there in the room. They would be back, but it was time to have a talk.
“Where’d they go?” she asked.
“Interrogation most likely.”
“Oh.” We sat in silence.
“Alana…” I struggled to find the right words, “why… how… I’m not angry, please don’t cry, why did you tell them?”
She looked away. “I was lured by money, but then you… you were just so… kind and polite and funny and amazing… and… and, this may seem selfish, stunning. I couldn’t believe that you were evil. I loved you…” She stopped.
“Oh, you loved me. Last night, that must have really… been something.”
“I still do love you.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’d still love you anyways. Even if I had to be more of a big brother than a lover, I’d still love you. Even if I just had to sneak around just to make sure you were okay…”
She stopped breathing for a full thirty seconds.
“Ahem… Ahem… Oh for God’s Sake breathe!”
She took a breath. “Sorry, lost in thought. After all this you still…”
“Of course you were made for me.”
She tried to scoot closer but the thick metal cable was too heavy, so I scooted closer and leaned my head on her shoulder. She shivered so I kissed her head then looked her in the face.
“Look at me,” I started, “do you realize that I will love you with my heart forever?”
“I thought you said you didn’t have a heart…”
I tried to hide the pain that streaked across my face, the torture that that set on my mind, but she was right.
“Just go away, Jak. I don’t deserve someone as forgiving as you are. I don’t deserve anyone at all. I should be tortured for my mutiny. You do have a heart, even if you don’t believe it. It is much too big for your own good though. How do you know I’m not still in with them?”
“Because you said you were out at the apartment, and your eyes agreed-”
“No.”
“But-”
“No!”
“Listen to me-”
“NO!”
“Just listen-”
“JUST SHUT UP AND DON’T TALK, it hurts to know you can forgive me! That someone so forgiving as you can even exist…” she said sobbing.
I stared at her.
“How… in the w-world…” she started, “can you f-forgive someone so… so… so untrustworthy!”
I leaned forward to kiss her on her forehead, then her nose, then both her cheeks, finally on the lips until my desire got to me. I could still drink from her all too easily. I kissed her forehead, then I kissed her neck and that got to me. I could feel a rush of flames in my throat. I leaned back and stared at her. She looked like she had just had the most pleasant dream in history. She smiled at me and blushed the darkest shade of red I’d ever seen on her. It was almost the color of blood.
“Thanks…” she started, “but that only farther proves my point. You are too lenient on me, for what I’ve done.”
“But I love-”
“Don’t… It’ll only hurt worse.”
“Hurt is better than being numb to your true feelings,” I left her think with a final kiss on her cheek.
I scooted back to my spot. Why was she so hard on herself?
Then they were there. Julie, John Doe, and the other one, the master, all there like they had never left the room.
“Okay,” said the master, “the human’s turn. Let us take her to Alexandria.”
Just like that they were gone.
“Julie, what happened?”
“They asked me my power and questioned me about some prophecy, superstitious weirdoes.”
We sat in silence awhile.
“What as with the acid earlier?” I asked.
“What? Oh I just…”
“Did you know that Alana ratted us out?”
A faint glimpse of controlled surprise sprinted across her face. “Exactly, that’s why.”
“Try not make it too hard on her, okay?”
“Fine then.”
More silence.
Then she said, “What did we do?” as she started to sob.
“We exist.”
“Well… death isn’t far away then. I wonder if there is actually an afterlife. Do you think so?”
“It is hard to be sure sometimes, but yes, I think so… somewhere…”
“Well… I guess I need to confess then.” Tears were streaming down her face. She paused, taking in huge gulps of air.
“About what?”
“That…” she hesitated, “that I wish I would have never become a vampire. That I never dated that guy in 73.”
“Vampire?”
“No… a werewolf. Of course stupid.”
“Har har, now how about the thing before that.”
“Uh… can’t hide anything can I?”
“Nope.”
“Okay,” she came closer, “well… the easiest way… I love you.”
Wow, she felt the same.
“You don’t care do you?”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been building up the guts to say that.”
“Well, it’s out in the open now, are you going to catch it?”
I hesitated. Alana and Julie, why a choice between them? They were both smart, funny, and let’s not forget beyond beautiful, beyond astounding, beyond the beauty of even an angel… There was no words or phrases that described their beauty.
Then she forced one on me... okay not forced, but she surprised me.
She traced her tongue against my lips, looking for an entrance. I opened one of course; it was an involuntary reaction, more like instinct rather. I soon joined in and her breathing increased, as did her heart. In about a minute she needed air so I scooted back to my spot. How could I choose between them? It was impossible. I wanted them both to be happy and get what they wanted, but they both wanted me…
“So… are we really going to die?” she asked.
“The truth?”
“Why else would I ask?”
“I guess so.”
She started to sob again.
“Do you know how old I was,” she began, “When I became a vampire?”
“No.”
“17, and still young. I had a whole life ahead of me. For the first year I couldn’t leave town. I kept staring at my mom while she slept. Her dark blond hair… she always tossed and turned on her bed. I would sit there until dawn, only leaving to drink from someone who was making out in an alley or along the beach or where ever else. I thought I could only live on human blood back then, that prick Austin had left me, and by the time I learned otherwise, I had already accumulated a vast pleasure of it, hearing them scream, listening to the heart slow with every gulp, and I much enjoyed to play around with them, to say I wanted to fuck, the walk to their house, the act of being drunk or high, to lead them in the general direction that I’m psycho while they lead me to the bedroom, saying stuff like, “Will you let me bite you?”, then to scare the hell out of them when I bite their neck and start sucking their blood, the screams fading into muffled gasps… Every morning I had to sit in a cave by the beach. I remember one time I scared the hell out of this couple, then I killed… look at me, I’m rambling.”
“I was only a week under 16, 15.”
“What… but you’re so tall!”
True, I was very tall, second tallest in our ex-tribe.
“I know. I think I descended from Vikings, but who cares. I had no one though. The Flu ravaged my small town. My Dad died two years before that, he had been a farmer on the French countryside. My Mom died a week after birthing me…”
“How did you become a vampire?”
“John Doe.”
“But he’s human!”
“No, he is an undead. I accidentally killed him one night. I guess that one guy fixed him.”
“Undead?”
“They have only one purpose besides eating flesh: to serve their masters.”
More silence.
Soon they were back again. They sat there exactly as if they had never left as if they never left their spots.
“So,” the master guy started, “I will give you all a test run. Julie, I could use your talents to lure food, if you know what I mean…”
She nodded.
“Catch enough food everyone and you get rewarded. Catch nothing and be punished. Refuse do anything I tell you and be destroyed. You got that.”
She nodded.
“Then come kneel at my left side if you please.” She did.
“Alana, your talent will be a great aid to us all. If you refuse at this point you die. I will tell you your power when you are… transformed, do you accept?”
She looked at me then back to him. “Yes,” she mumbled.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Sir?”
“Oh I haven’t told anyone my name. I’m Master Vladimir. Please, proceed.”
“Yes… Master Vladimir.”
“Good, stand at my right side if you please.”
Alana walked over to his right side and kneeled.
“And you, my prized puzzle piece, Jak, do you promise to do whatever I tell you on the same principles of reward and punishment and, if it comes to it, being destroyed?”
I sat there as if thinking, but I had already made up my mind. “Go to Hell.”
He started to slowly click his tongue. “You disappoint me, Jak. Now you have to be punished, which one will die, Alana or Julie?”
At that moment he raised his hand John Doe gave him a scimitar with a long, pirate-like, curved blade and short handle with rubies garnished and encrusted within it.
“Choose or they both die,” he said after a long pause.
Was he serious? Would he kill them instead of me? My thoughts raced and I was quickly consumed with fear. If he did kill them I would surely die in a pool of grief and self-pity that I did not know how to swim out of without them both.
I lunged forward and kneeled in front of him.
“Me,” I begged, “kill me, and please leave them out of it. I disrespected you so kill me for it, please!”
It was silent for a while. Then he said, “Okay, I’ll let that comment slip this time, now do you accept the terms?”
I hesitated, “Yes, Vladimir, I accept them…”
“Excellent! Now for the first year you will have to live in a cell. One for you and one for you two, Julie and Alana. You will be fed once a week; the first to the dungeon gets first choice. Anyone who needs normal food will go to the dining hall where we have a vast menu of delicacies. After the one-year parole you can sleep in any room in the castle that is not already taken. Rules are as follows; don’t disrespect higher ranking members, do anything a higher ranking member asks you to, you do not ever leave within the one-year parole unless instructed by an officer, am I perfectly clear?”
“Y-Yes, Master Vladimir,” stuttered Alana.
“Crystal,” said Julie.
“Transparently,” I muttered.
“Oh, and Julie and Alana will be changed to full-blooded vampires in a week.”
A chill ran down my spine. I knew they wouldn’t survive long without being immortal. Werewolf was out of the question for both of them. I would never allow Undead. Vampire… I would have to be with them the whole time, especially Alana since this was her first time.
“Vladimir,” I said trying to sound as calm as possible but my rage clearly showed, “I would like to be the one to change them, if I may?”
He clearly pondered this. He weighed the reasons I might want to do this, the reason that might give me an advantage over him but he clearly came up with nothing. “I don’t see why not,” he said, shrugging.
End Chapter
So begins a new life,
And so ends another.
Chapter 5
Prison
As I sat on my new bunk that, of course, I hadn’t slept on since I first received the cell six days ago, I wondered if Alana and Julie were even going to get here for their visiting hour.
Just as the thought crossed my mind they came around from their cell, which was right beside mine. They sat beside me, Alana on my left, Julie on my right.
“Tomorrow,” I started and grabbed Alana and held her closer, “I have to… change you Alana. You too Julie.”
“We know,” they said simultaneously.
“I swear I’ll be right beside you both the entire time.”
“We know,” They said again. I really had delivered this speech a lot lately hadn’t I?
Julie leaned closer and I put one arm around her.
“We will be free in a few years,” I whispered, “then I’ll change you back, Alana. If you want.”
“But I want to stay a vampire.”
“Fine then, you finally won.” She had wanted to be a vampire since the first day we got here. I thought it was out of fear of being killed though.
“Don’t be mad. I want stay with you and Julie forever.”
“Well,” Julie cut in, “if you want to, who are we to stop you? Right, Jak?” Julie and Alana had become friends and they often double-teamed me.
“Yeah, okay.”
We sat in silence. Why did I feel something bad would happen if I let her become a vampire? Maybe not something bad, but it would not be to my liking either.
Julie and Alana started to talk about how they would have to stuff their faces tomorrow. It sounded like the food was good, but… well I couldn’t resist the dungeon. I tried for rats but it was to tempting and… I wasn’t going to tell either of them about my weak moment.
After about forty-five minutes Felix, the cell advisor, a large Undead with brown dreadlocks that came down to his knees, came down the corridor shutting the cells. Julie and Alana tried to get up but I wouldn’t let them. I was tired of Felix thinking that he could control us, always cutting our social time short. I was going to stand my ground today.
“Let it go, Jak,” hissed Julie.
“Yeah, it’s okay, we don’t mind, really,” whispered Alana.
“Well I do,” I growled.
“Night time ladies!” he said in his dull voice. He talked like nothing ever interested him…
“We still have fifteen minutes,” I said.
His expression brightened up. Nothing interested him except a challenge…
“Well,” he said excitedly as he walked in, “I think you don’t deserve an hour.”
“Well I think that Vladimir says we do.”
“Master,” he stressed that part especially, “Vladimir isn’t here is he?”
“No, he’s not,” I started smiling.
“Get to your cell!” he shouted reaching for Alana, the closest one to him.
I stood up and pushed him into the wall leaving an indent the size of a very large person. I punched him in the face six times before I threw him out of the cell. He ran off when he saw my skin turning gray and my veins start to bulge.
I bent down in the corner trying to focus by digging my nails into the back of my head. I could feel Him trying to come out. I repressed Him as much as I could. My skin wasn’t fading though. In fact, it was growing steadily. Not now, please not now…
Then I felt Julie’s hand on my back. I turned and as soon as I looked at her my anger faded.
She could she my skin turn its pale and pallid color again. She helped me up and placed me between her and Alana.
As soon as my breathing was normal again I said, “I’m so sorry,” and I hugged them both closer.
“You can’t help it,” said Julie. True, but that was the most awful part.
“Yeah, besides,” Alana began, “I’m sure you wouldn’t hurt either of us.”
My face tightened and the memory came back ten fold.
I was standing in Josephine’s parlor. All her trinkets were on shelves all around us and her old furniture was placed in the middle of the room and in front of the fireplace. I was leaning against one wall, the wallpaper a beautiful deep with little golden leaves placed in random places (clearly expensive), angry because John Doe had paid her a visit telling her that she needed to back off me or bad things were going to happen to her…
She walked up to me, trying to soothe me saying, “I’m sure you wouldn’t hurt anybody even though you are a vampire. You are just such a kind natured person.” I turned to look at her…
The entire scene kept playing over and over and again and again in my head.
Back in the present, Julie was trying to get me to snap out of it.
“Jak, are you alright?”
She smacked me, and more memories flooded out of the filing cabinet of my brain and I tried shove them back into it, the thick files so full of pain it hurt to touch them and throw them in. I finally forced them all in with scarred hands and forced the drawer shut with all my might.
“Wha… why did you smack me?” I asked.
“Because, you’re zoning out.”
“What a reason,” I said sarcastically.
“Did you hear me?”
“What?”
“I was trying to tell you that you can let go of us, you’re kind of crushing us.”
“Oh, sorry.” I loosened my grip.
“Thanks,” said Alana, “but why did you zone out?”
“No reason, just zoning out.”
Thankfully, she decided not to press the subject. The exact opposite of what Julie wanted.
“No, I want to know why you zoned out,” she said.
“I didn’t zone out.”
“Then what were you doing?”
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Nothing.”
“Interesting subject, tell me more.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Nope.”
“Ahhh,” she started the pout, “come on, please.”
“No, Julie.” The filing cabinet started to open.
“Please.” Inch by ever passing inch.
“Julie-” Alana tried to cut in.
“Julie, you’re best to quit while you’re ahead.”
“But I’m not ahead, you are.”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Pretty please,” she asked in her most innocent voice.
“Never, Julie.”
“Come on, please.”
“NO, shut up, Julie!”
“Just tell us, please.” Reaching in now.
“Julie, please, don’t-” Alana tried to cut in again.
“Julie… please,” I begged.
“Jak, come on, it can’t be that bad…”
I grabbed the file, realizing what it was as I pulled it out. I had labeled this one “The Absolute Worst Night of My Life”. Correction, “Existence”.
“Okay, fine, you win…”
“No, Jak,” said Alana, looking Julie with a fierce intensity, “You don’t have to.”
“No, no… I’ll tell her…”
“Jak… don’t do anything you don’t want to do,” Alana plead.
“I want to… maybe she’ll decide not to push things anymore,” I said. My hand, metaphorically of course, was being sliced by the sharp sides of the file as I opened it.
“May 16, 1726…” I paused, holding in the moisture of my eyes, “I had been a vampire just under two years now, I was outside of Paris, France… I Josephine’s house, my lover, the only human tie I kept to my old life… my human life…” another pause, “I had come to tell her I couldn’t go to Spain with John Doe and just leave her here… She told me I had to go or John Doe would kill her… then I got pissed. I was clutching the nearest wall, not sure why I was convulsing terribly. She touched my shoulder lightly,” my tempo increased dramatically now, on the edge of incoherent babbling, “she told me I could never hurt a fly. I calmed down but then John Doe came in and smacked me for coming back. Then he smacked Josephine,” a little anger flared in my voice now, a single, tiny flame, but just like Smokey the Bear says, ‘It’s your job to prevent forest fires!’ and I was a forest were a man and woman fucked and the man left the cigarette burning on a pile of leaves… no water supply near or far… “I punch him in the face and he turned on me instantly, I was beaten and bruised when I finally went insane, when I finally transformed… then I killed him, slaughtered him, tore him, butchered him, massacred him, destroyed him. I was scared the whole time, ‘What is happening? What the Hell?’ I thought the whole time. I enjoyed it too!” the flames were now a raging fire with flames two miles or more in the air, all the defenseless animals were now but ashes and bone fragments, even Ole’ Smokey, “then He, the Devil picked up the couch that Josephine was hiding under…” fighting back more moisture, “he tossed it into the fireplace and the flames danced with glee as they got more of their ever so precious fuel. He picked her up,” a single tear streaked down my right cheek and I quickly wiped it away, “and told her ‘Goodbye and tell Lord that he has failed!’ and he chuckled… then he…” more tears, but I didn’t bother, “he threw her into the fireplace and burned down the house…” I was the one sobbing now, my head bent were my hair fell over my face, “I still remember her screams, the torture that must have been… I went to Georgia to escape it all, the memories, and I have… until recently…” I put my head in my hands and sobbed for a great amount of time. Alana patted my back and Julie just stared at me… I did not know or much care what she was thinking, I only hoped it was pain.
After what seemed an eon Julie finally spoke up. “I… Jak… I’m so… how could… I… I feel so… Jak… I’m so sorry… I feel so terrible… please… I’m so, so sorry… I wouldn’t blame you if you never spoke to me again… even if you killed me I wouldn’t care… I’m so sorry… so, so… just so sorry.”
“Well, Julie, have you learned your lesson?” asked Alana.
“How could I not?” Jak, I swear I’ll never use it again, on you… on anyone close… You, Alana… whoever else my come in the next century or so…”
“Yeah,” I told her, “that’s a great revelation you just had...” a few sobs, “it’s good to try out, thank you,” a final sniffle.
“I’ll never pry it from you again…” she locked me into a death grip, “I’m sorry…”
“You are forgiven.”
Alana joined in the group hug. I embraced her human scent for possibly the final time.
Then came the footsteps coming ever closer from the far end of the corridor.
The scent of decaying flesh deepened the already musty scent on the air. John Doe, Felix, and other Undeads were walking towards the cell.
“Icarus, Cindy, Benjamin, Felix, I told you I’ll handle him. Go, that’s been made an order.”
“But this is my jurisdiction, John, I have to be there.” Felix.
“Fine, you can come… the others must go under my orders.” Some feet broke motion and started to fade away until a door open then shut. Two feet continued on toward my cell.
They appeared around the bars; Felix smiling a wide, impish smile; John Doe’s frown was little more than slight and thin-lipped. John walked forward while Felix leaned against the bars.
“Jak, what did you do?” asked John Doe.
“He tried to kill me!” shouted Felix.
“You tried to kill yourself,” I mumbled, “I can not help it when I get angry. And what did you do? You tried to make me angry.”
“Bullshit, all I tried to do was take the bitches to their cells!”
A snarl escaped my throat’s barrier, then my tongue’s, then my teeth’s, and finally my lips’. “Fifteen minutes early, look at him. He’s trying to make me mad again!”
“Felix! I can’t save you from Jak when his power kicks in. Remember that! If he kills you, you will not be avenged or even missed for that matter.”
Felix stared at John Doe in horrified surprise. “Without me you couldn’t keep the prisoners in line!”
“Are they in line now?”
“That’s different!”
“What if another decided to rebel too?”
“But-”
“Just go put the others away, Felix.”
Felix left with one glance of fearful hate in my direction, then another to John Doe.
“Jak, Why are you doing this? You’ll only get yourself killed.”
“Hmph, He’s been putting us away fifteen minutes early for six days now. I think Vladimir said that we have an hour, not forty-five minutes.”
“Jak, I want to be able to be your friend, but I can’t if act up like this.”
“What if I don’t want to be your friend? Do you know what my last memory was of you? The one that slapped Josephine?”
“Come on, I’m over the whole ‘you killed me thing’.”
“Maybe I’m not over what you made me do… You made me kill Josephine.”
“I made you do nothing. You did nothing. The Devil did it all.”
“I have blamed myself everyday since it happened.” I was standing and yelling at him in disgust, “Everyday of the next year I spent in Europe. Everyday of the week I spent swimming through the ocean aimlessly. Everyday I spent wondering around the swamps of Georgia. Everyday I spent sitting in that cave with Julie and the others that you and Franklin and Verne killed. “The only other person I can place any blame on is you for calling him forth!”
“Control yourself Jak. You wouldn’t want to kill-”
“You? No, no, no, I would love to kill you!”
“I was talking about Alana and Julie.”
A huge lump the size of a bowling ball caught in my throat. He was right, if it happened now I would kill them all. Vladimir, John Doe, Felix, all of them… even Julie and Alana.
“Julie, Alana, to your cell,” John Doe commanded. They left after I gave them each a huge hug.
“Jak, I want to right this all,” John Doe started, but I cut him off.
“Nothing can be done. Nothing could ever make up what you did John Doe. Not even if you set us free and let me kill you a thousand times over would it ever be righted.”
He took a deep breath. “Well… I suppose I know now where we stand. But I will try to gain back your trust.”
“Are you scared that you would be the first I would come after?”
He chuckled. “Oh, no. I’m not scared at all considering that my new power is well beyond your own. You see I can transform into anything I’ve seen while I was an Undead. I take one glance at your form and I’m now you. Except I can control it.”
He left for the cell and closed it. As he started for the other door I called for him. “Oh, John. I forgot to mention that you smell like a rotting carcass.”
He chuckled then shut the door at the opposite end.
I plopped down on the bunk and stared at the ceiling. Soon Alana and Julie started to talk again about tomorrow.
“Hey, Jak? Are you the one they were yelling at? The one who put the Felix dent in my wall?”
It came from the cell on the left side of me. The guy had a timid, scared voice, like he thought that I might kill him if he so much as accidentally heard my conversation.
“Yeah, who are you?”
“My name’s Harry, Harry Yates. Nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out of the bars of the cell and I came up to sake his hand, which smelled like dirty wolves.
“Same,” I replied, “Are you a werewolf?”
“Yep, You a vampire?”
“Yep.”
“Well, how long you in the cells for?”
“Fifty-one weeks tomorrow. You?”
“Twenty- nine weeks tomorrow.”
“Well, I guess we need to look at each others’ faces.” I bent my bars then his and we stuck our heads out. He was around twenty from what I could tell. He had short, curly, dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes, a thin face, a light tan, and from what I could see a muscular build. Why was he so scared?
Julie bent her bars and said, “Who’s going to be our new friend now?” as she stuck her head out.
“Julie, Harry. Harry, Julie,” I introduced them.
“My pleasure… it’s just too bad I can’t shake your hand,” added Julie.
“Yes, nice to meet you too Julie.”
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“My power. Everyone here got into this mess because of a power or something they contributed; information, prisoners, large amounts of food, safe houses that are spread across the world, etcetera, etcetera…”
“I have a power and I have a feeling they are only here because I would do nothing without them.”
“They?” he asked quizzically.
“Is Alana awake Julie?” I asked turning to her.
“I’m here, if Julie would move that is.”
“Sorry…”
“Ugh, don’t start hating each other now. You have to share that cell for 51 weeks now. No complaining please.”
“Okay,” Alana said as she stuck her head through the hole in the bars.
“Ah, yes. They are the ones you beat the hell out of Felix for 15 minutes more of them talking about food… sorry. I sort of heard the whole conversation about you and your past, rough times huh?”
“Don’t worry about it man. By the way, what is your power?”
“Well… werewolves, as you know, are people who turn into huge beasts at a full moon or when ever they get pissed, right?” I nodded. “Good, now, while they’re werewolves they have absolutely no control and rarely do they ever even have the slightest idea what they did while they were werewolves. That’s the difference with me. I not only know what I’m doing, but I can also control it. Took me 8 long years of perfecting it too. I still remember Vietnam and all those Americans I slaughtered because I couldn’t control my anger. I mean if someone invades your country and starts killing all of the people… your fellow countrymen… If that doesn’t get you angry!”
“What, I thought-”
“Boring,” Julie chimed in as she yawned, “you already knocked out Alana. Here I go, Night.
“Yeah, Yeah, Goodnight Julie. I thought that America joined in because they were killing people and building a nuclear stockpile.”
“HA! Is that what they tell everyone! Triston! You a sleep!”
“How can I be?” said a low, gruffy, yet somehow in a sweet, ear-pleasing light tone that mixed well, “You are yelling hysterically over there.”
“Didn’t America attack just to steal our nuclear stockpile?”
“Yes, yes… They stole all of Vietnam’s nuclear stockpile, which in turn ended the Cold War with the Soviet Union and the United States. The United States went from a measly 3 megatons of nuclear missiles to an overwhelming 7976 megatons of nuclear explosives. I was there. I took recall of it all. If more info is needed, too mother fucking bad. Look it up in the Pentagon Special Library under reference 543, list 189G, file labeled radioactivity GAMMA CLASSIFICATION, archive 53, section 097756, listing A-rank knowledge, pass code is 700M3H255B674E, password is George Wash’s Weapon, look up Vietnam, see covert operations, mission Candy-Head #17 seventeenth try, look at First-Rank Captain Morgan Hubert’s report where he let slip on radio frequency 198.63 that ‘radioactivity seized and packaged to US.’ Goodnight everyone.”
“Well, seeing as how Triston’s pissed, night Jak.”
“Wow, yes goodnight… for you at least.”
this isn't all of chapter five, just what i'm prepared to show
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that was awsome !!! i loved it!!! it totally rocked !! keep on writing and i hope i get a sneak peak b4 everyone else please!!!!! sorry you guys. but i really want to read more!!! hey where's my charater?
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Posted by Black_Angel
on 2008-09-09 20:39:26
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im going to put one in everyone i know... yours comes in book two
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Posted by Jamies_message
on 2008-09-09 22:59:50
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awsome!!!!!! but why not sooner ??? >_< im sooo sad =( but at least i have one XD thx sooooo much
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Posted by Black_Angel
on 2008-09-11 17:49:07
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you are going to tell me 1st right???????
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Posted by Black_Angel
on 2008-09-11 17:49:38
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i told you alresdy remember
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Posted by Jamies_message
on 2008-09-11 23:00:26
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yeah...i like to have witnesses when i make sure...lol
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Posted by Black_Angel
on 2008-09-12 19:43:51
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