Enter Jack. This is something I'll be doing alongside the other fic. Don't expect a schedule for this one either. This story is going to be interesting, at least the one that is planned as of 9/15/2014 at 8:43 PM.


Jack stood atop the tall, ornate building that was the Brari city Library. He was a tall figure, not the tallest of all, but taller than the average person. He was wearing his trademark tuxedo and fedora. Today's color was red, and so his traditional black tuxedo jacket and pants were accompanied by a rich red tux shirt, and the fedora that sat atop his head had a band wrapped around the bottom that was colored the same. His choice of dress was strictly banned in Brari due to the hat he wore. Jack wasn't sure when, why, or who it was that did it, but at some point some genius that had political power decided that he had a personal vendetta against fedoras. Jack loved wearing them, and this new ban only made him love wearing them even more. Jack's gaze drifted to the people going about their daily lives below. Those people were so boring and adhered to every rule in the book. This actually made it slightly easier for Jack to live his life, since one of the new laws enacted within the last few years stated that the citizens weren't allowed to harm him in any way despite what he did. The strict restriction against self-defense actually made all criminal's lives easier, and that was possibly why so many of them had begun to appear out of nowhere. Jack thought it was a little funny that in order for these new bloods to join the game, it had to be made easier. Much easier. Jack had been a professional thief since he was twelve, even though the small lunch money thefts were nothing compared to the well-planned heists that he pulled today. In any case, he was most likely the most experienced criminal in all of Brari with over fifteen years under his belt. He took out a small metal pipe that was about the length of his two hands together; that was another thing Jack found hilarious. The youngbloods needed guns to execute their plans, but all Jack needed was his staff. He walked over to the edge of the building and hopped off. His staff extended to its full six-foot length and caught a conveniently placed pair of clotheslines to break most of his fall. When he landed he performed a roll into a nearby alley. Jack collapsed his staff and began jogging in the direction of his next target.

Every criminal had reasons for doing what they did, Jack had yet to find his. He always had a natural slight of hand, and was a hit at the playground when he dazzled his classmates with displays of misdirection and quick movements. Soon he realized that he could use these talents for his personal gain, and so he did. Maybe his reason was because he was greedy, maybe he just didn't want his talent to go to waste? He wasn't sure, but perhaps he'd find a reason one of these days. He felt himself step in a puddle as he rounded the last corner before he emerged out of an alley. He now stood before the Big House, it was the Government building of Brari. He had heard rumors of a new mode of transportation that had been finalized within the House. Of course there were police officers everywhere with automatic rifles, but it's not a problem if the people with guns can't see you in the first place. Jack joined the going-home crowd of 5:00 and walked unnoticed inside the building adjacent to the Big House.

It's amazing how no one notices the only guy in the entire district that dares to wear a fedora.

It was something Jack had learned long ago: people have things to do, and if you don't get in their way that don't notice anything. That simple fact was perhaps one of the reasons he was the most successful criminals of his time. Soon Jack had climbed the twelve stories of the building and emerged on the roof. The distance was roughly some feet.

I can make it… maybe.

Jack backed up a few feet to get a running start and then leaped across the gap to land on the roof of the House. The obvious route from here was to crawl the vents, so he decided to walk in the front door. He easily climbed down the from of the building unseen since the police were in front of him and looking in the other direction. As soon as he stepped in the door he froze. There were about thirty men with rifles all aimed at him ready to fire. It was almost as if-

"Jack, we were expecting you,"

Shit.

That voice came from one story above where Smith, Mayor of Brari stood looking down from the balcony. "I suppose you are here to see the transportation? How convenient, we are in need of test idiots."

They expected me, wonderful.

Jack tightened his grip on his staff. He knew there was no way he could take them all on. Maybe if there were only one or two of them, but thirty? Common Jack, you have your limits. Jack slipped the staff into his pocket as one of the policemen tied his wrists together, secured them with zip ties, and put handcuffs on him. It was a bit excessive.

"I do hope you are not planning on fighting this Jack, just come along."

I wasn't.

Smith walked down the polished grey stairs and began leading Jack down several beige halls. Jack lost track of where they were going by the time they stopped in front of a metal door. This was bad, he didn't know how to get out if- when he escaped. Smith walked up to the door, pressed a few buttons on the keypad to the right of it, and opened the door. The police shoved Jack into the room and closed the door behind him. He stumbled and fell. Since his hands were bound several times, he could not break his fall and fell directly onto his face. Jack spit blood from his lip and felt his nose begin to trickle. Jack did his best to sit up as he heard a voice on the intercom.

"Jack, you are subject one, meaning that we have no idea what will happen to you if we do this. If you die, oh well."

So this is how he gets rid of me? He can't execute me or kill me, his own laws prevent him from doing that. So he's going to kill me with science? Swell.

"If you have any objections to this, say something and we will let you go, dropping all charges held against you as well." Smith waited for a few seconds. "Oh wait… I forgot." He started to laugh uncontrollably.

Jack rolled his eyes. Asshole, it's not even that funny. I bet he'd make fun of a disabled person as well. Then he'd get his ass kicked. Jack smiled at the thought, and even managed a quiet chuckle.

Smith coughed. "Now, good riddance Jackrabbit!"

Fuck… this is gonna hurt.

It hurt, oh how it hurt. A singularity was created in the middle of the room that tore him apart within a second. As he felt his molecules being stripped apart he had a last thought.

I didn't even know we had money to fund shit like this.


You have no idea how may times I accidentally wrote "Flynt" instead of "Jack" in this.

Have the fun, all of the funs.