Back From the Dead

AUTHORS NOTE: Basically what this story is about, is if anyone played the game, at the end when Faith kicked Jack out of the helicopter, this shows you that he was still ALIVE oh yea. P.S. If I'm bugging anyone with all my stories, say something. Because sometimes I even annoy myself. I hate annoying people.

6 months after Faith defeated Jacknife. Or so she thought. By some miracle people survive terrible things and somehow Jacknife survived.

Faith walked into Kate's bed room.

"Hey, Kate. If you need me, I'll be at Merc's old place."

"For what, Faith? Memories?" Kate questioned Faith. Faith nodded and walked off out of the house. After a couple jumps, turns, twists, leaps and runs, Faith made it.

"Wow, Merc. You really kept this place a mess." Faith sighed. "I miss ya big fella." She said to herself as if Merc was there.

All of a sudden she heard foot steps. She ignored it as if she heard nothing. Someone grabbed the back of her neck and gripped it tightly in there fist.

"It's not a cop they'd shoot, it's not Kate she's not that strong, It's not a runner they wouldn't do this. Who is this?" Faiththought to herself.

"It's been a long time, Faithy." Faith had recognized that voice. Jacknife. It was him. How? She killed him. Or so she thought.

Suddenly, Jacknife threw Faith against a wall. Faith let out a horrid shriek as she slammed against the wall. She fell to her knees in pain from the impact. Jacknife chuckled.

"Ah, Faithy. You know your shrieks just make me smile?" Faith had her head leaning on the wall. She slightly cocked her head so she could see Jacknife at an upright angle.

"What are you going to do to me?" Faith asked quivering from the thoughts she had. Jack let out another chuckle.

"Aww, how cute. You think that innocent girl tone is gonna let you off the hook?" Jacknife's tone lowered to a more serious one. Now he was wincing at Faith making her terribly uncomfortable. He walked to where she was and grabbed her arm and pulled on it until she stood up.

"Are you gonna turn me into the cops?" Faith asked greatly afraid of Jacknife.

"Why are you so afraid, Faithy? You never were before. Huh, Faithy? Never. Ya always had to be the hero. Always carrying pride around on ever rooftop. Never afraid of what could happen. What happened? You got scared that people were gonna hunt you down huh, Faihty?"

She was speechless Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she felt it would explode. Jacknife pulled her closer to himself and touched her backside. Faith parted herself rather rudely. Unaware of what would happen next, Faith cringed.

Jacknife chuckled again causing Faith to panic. "Please STOP THAT! You're creeping me out," Faith said sounding nothing like herself.

"Where is the REAL me at? AM I GOING TO LET THIS MORON BEAT ME AT MY OWN GAME?!?!" Faith thought.

"Alright, Faithy. If I'm scaring you that much than maybe I'll lighten up on what I thought of doing to you."

"Well, what was that?"

Jacknife paused looking rather guilty for just thinking of it. "Um, you really wouldn't want to-"

"Tell me."

"I was gonna toss you off this building....."

Faith made the angriest face ever and if looks could kill, Jacknife would've been dead this time.

R&R plz stick around for chapter two! won't be long! .... I think....