(A/N Hi. So This is not the first fanfiction I written. It is, however, the first I decided to post. Bear with me, for I fear my writing skills are slightly horrible. I will try my best. /will fail./
Okay, so I hope this won't be uber confusing. This is Uber AU, soooo... The premise I had when I started writing this was a different kind if Dark!Jack story. He is not full on evil, but dark. Set with a more modern feel, jack is basically emo looking. I'm just telling you now. More will be explained later, like what stages his hair went in. basically, Imagine him with black hair, and half inch gauges. Wanted to tell you that now, because I can't find a good way to incorperate a description of him into the story. okay, now here we go.)
Do Not Own.
Chapter 1: Focus on Other Things.
The smell of bleach hits my nostrils and I cringe, wrinkling my nose as I slosh a rag around in the bucket. Quickly, I wring it out and begin on the gruesome task of cleaning up someone else's vomit.
As I clean, my mind shifts into a state of nothingness, just the back and fourth and the rince of the rag.
I don't look up as two clean black shoes enter the outside of my vision.
"Yes, Mr. Danno?" I ask, not taking my eyes from the puddle in front if me.
"Can you lock up for me, Jack?" The owner of the shoes asks.
I return the rag to the bucket and move to sit back on my legs and look up at my manager from behind my black hair.
I had this urge to spit on his shoes.
"Mr. Danno, you realize were still open for an hour, and you should stay like the manager you are, instead of leaving early and putting all of the cleaning up on me. You don't own this place, you just manage it."
One of his eyebrows twitched, signifying to me that I had indeed pissed him off.
"I may not own this place, but I am the one in charge of you, and as a regular employee you do what I say. So, you lock up when everyone else leaves." He said in a very houtier-than-thou voice.
Before leaving, with a kick of his very posh shoes he managed to spray a bit of bleach-barf on my shirt.
"Asshole," I growl out as I go back to cleaning.
A minute passes and I finish, quickly getting to my feet and walking to the bathroom to dump out the icky water.
Returning to the bar, I quickly fill up the glasses of those who need and want to get drunk.
Music drones in the background, and I close my eyes and try to focus only on that.
Someone once said that I all to often try to block the world out, and I agree. Who would want to focus on a world like this, were people waste their time getting intoxicated and murderers run free.
Of course I focus on the music instead of thinking. Nothingness is bliss to me. Thinking is bad. Give my mind the chance to think and very bad things happen.
I sigh, just picking out the simple melodies in the music.
Drawn away only by the call of the patrons I'm able to pass a bit more time.
Then, a new arrival at the bar gives me a warm smile before speaking.
"Can I get a beer?" She asks, her voice soft and sweet.
I nod, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle.
Before handing it to her I pop the top off and throw it away.
She thanks me before taking the drink and spinning the cool bottle in her hands.
"So what's your name?" She asked, warm brown eyes meeting my blue.
"Jack." I said coldly, and coolly in a way that caused the young lady to blush.
"And you?" I asked, eyes meeting through my black bangs.
"Mariah," she offered, putting out a hand.
I took it and ran my thumb over the back of her hand.
"Your hand is freezing," she commented.
"I'm a very cool person." I try to be cool, but a blush comes to my features, when I realize how cheesy the line sounded.
Suddenly, her phone went off and she pulled away her hand to check it.
"God dammit, I got to go..." She said pulling out a couple of bills from her purse.
"It was a pleasure meeting you. I may have to come back soon." She said with a flourish placing the bills on the counter and leaving her untouched beer there.
I watch her leave, shrugging but not really mourning the loss. While she was pretty, she didn't spark anything within me.
Having no one at the bar, I took the moment to empty the garbage can and take it out back.
The warm summer night air hit my skin, almost nauseating me - but just slightly.
Clouds were covering the moon, bringing a sence of peace to my body and mind.
It was a cloudy dark night - just how I liked it, despite the warmth of the air.
As I was placing the bag in the trash bin I heard scuffling down the Alley.
Slowly, he raised the hood of his black jacket and moved down the alley in the shadows, simply observing what was happening.
Two men with masks had a girl pinned up against the wall, feeling down her sides, pulling at her clothing.
Her cries were being muffled by a dirty sock shoved in her mouth, and a steady flow of blood was streaming from a cut on her upper arm.
Getting in closer, I suck in a quick gulp of air when I realize the victim to be Mariah.
I welcomed the anger that began to pump through me, and slowly I revealed myself to the men.
Without hesitation, I gripped one man by the shoulder and ripped him away from Mariah, throwing him against the opposite wall.
Retaliating quickly, he started to rush me just as the other man dropped Mariah to come at me from the other direction.
"Run!" I screamed at Mariah as the two men crashed into me, knocking all three of us to the ground.
The men were quick as one grabbed my hair and yanked my head back and the other landed a punch in my face.
Pain shot up through my head as a shock of light went through my eyes.
Stunned, the men were able to get a better grip on my body, picking me up and throwing me against the wall.
"What's a little goth boy like you doin' trying to save a pretty little lady like her. I mean, can you even see her through that eyeliner, or those bangs. Hey lady, do you-"
It was then the rapist realized that Mariah had managed to escape down the alley and was now turning the corner.
"We can't have her going to the police and blabbin'!" The man said allowing me to get a handle on the situation. In a quick moment I stretched my hand up behind my head and around the back of the neck of the man behind me.
Pulling forward, I was able to shove his face into the ground, creating a sick thump.
On my feet I jumped on the man chasing after Mariah, taking us down to the asphalt once more. I gripped his head and slammed it on the pavement. Once. Twice.
Feeling him go limp, I stood up just in time to be knocked down by the other man.
This time I was on my back, and he held a knife to my neck.
"Not so tough now, are you emo boy."
I struggled to wiggle my arms free, but he had both his knees pinning my hands down. The weight and pain were immeasurable, and I began to see black in my vision fighting with little flecks of white.
Slowly, my eyes began to close. Then something worse happened.
I felt my body go cold.
I never feel cold.
Unless...
I turn my head to the side, eyes seemingly lifeless and watch as patterns of frost begin to swirl out from my body.
"N...no..." I whimpered out as the man on me notices I'm still conscious.
"What the hell...?" He mumbled to himself as frost began to accumulate on the blade of his knife.
"Are you doing this!?" He shouted placing the cold tip of the blade closer to the flesh of my neck.
"R-run..."
I say as contact to my skin causes the frost to swirl over the blade faster.
I could feel the cold pumping through my veins, painfully moving through my blood.
My head was splitting, as if I was having the brain freeze of the century and it was being bashed on an icy pond.
"R...run!" I shouted at him again, and this time he took my warning, only taking in the fact that despite it being the middle of summer, the walls of the alley were coated in frost for a second.
He left his friend unconscious in the alley, feeling only a need to protect himself.
I laid on my back, just listening to the sound of ice forming around me.
Focusing on that, trying to forget the pain.
After a minute or so, I felt the pressure of the ice in my veins release, and I was able to untence. I slowly flipped over and placed my hands on the frozen floor of the alley. I was no longer cold, but the asphalt was still uncomfortable on my hands. With some difficulty I was able to stand.
Looking around, I took notice how frozen the alley looked. I noted the frost patterns that branched out thick and white from where I was laying, and where it had moved over the other thug, a sheen of ice coating his skin and hair.
Kneeling, I checked for a pulse.
He was still alive. Slightly relieved, And slightly annoyed, I started down the alley back toward the place I came.
I re-entered the bar to be greeted by a bunch if angry patrons demanding drinks.
Being the only bar keep and employee in the bar, even if it was a small bar, sucked.
Quickly I took care of them, getting their every desire, for the listed price.
I threw myself into the last half an hour of work left, starting to clean up as the few people left kept on with their drunken stupor.
As long as I keep my mind off what happened.
Focus on the work, focus on the music focus on the nothing. I knew that if i allowed what happened to seep back into my mind, I would be sucked in completly, and shattered in the process. Panic would grip me, and I would fall. I would cry, I would shut up. I would go under.
Suddenly, a feeling, like a chill ran down my spine. I felt like I was being watched. Watched intently.
I opened my eyes and scanned the crowd. It was almost a pleasant distraction.
Being half an hour before closing, about three thirty in the morning - not many people were on the dance floor.
A few patrons were still active, grinding on each other in a dizzying wave of sweat and pleasure, though I saw no one watching me.
I continued to scan the room, till I then saw him.
In the farthest corner of the room, half hidden by shadows my blue eyes met his golden ones.
As I watched, his thin, pale lips curved into smile.
Without any hesitation, he stood up and set down a few bills before taking the last swallow of his drink before leaving the bar.
Frozen for just a second, I moved to bus his table. More quickly than usual, just to be near where he sat. It almost felt like I was being attracted to him, to where he had been.
It was as if something in his eyes connected to mine.
I tried not - and failed - to focus on the memory of his smile, and how it seemed to wiggle dark feelings into my heart. Feelings I couldn't understand. couldn't comprehend. Like a deep feeling in my gut. Calling out.
It had sent a feeling down into me, and it made me feel good.
As I cleared away his glass and went to take the money I caught sight of his napkin.
On the corner was written in neat, perfect penmanship, one word.
Soon.