Introduction
A feeble old woman hobbled slowly toward Jack, hiding something in her left hand. "What ya want, ya ol' hag!?" he snared roughly as she came closer. Her eyes reflected back at him; she smiled warmly for one who could die in a matter of seconds
"Would you do a favour me? In return for gold" she croaked, emphasising the word 'Gold' in every way possible. Jack eyed the old woman as he followed her as she hobbled ever so slowly making the trip to her house like walking a thousand kilometres. The house was old, bent and unkept. No voices would be heard in a mile, if was just to … make someone disappeared would they?
He yields his sharp silver knife to her throat, she screech in horror.
"Where the gold yer old wretch! Where the fuggmolen gold in the old wretch house!" her spoke dangerously trying to bring the old lady to face her death.
"I do not have it! The beanstalk will lead you there!" She screeched
"I don't play little kiddie make up, believe games! Now tell me or I'll slice ya throat" he snarled.
The feeble woman eyed the clock as it struck 9. Dong, dong, dong the clock bellowed as she dropped the seeds on the first strike. At every sound, the beans pushed him a way sprouting green leaves twirling and growing larger and larger until thundering struck roaring it it's mighty voice as the beanstalk intruded in it reign. The white cotton candy clouds turn dark grey; thousands of lightning came reigning down around him. The Old hag crackled loudly as steam formed destroying her face until only a formless puddle remain where she stood.
The green leaves turn to shrivel as it hardens from the lack of sun. Jack stood there in horror, what on mother earth was the friggandal black magic was this he trembled at the mighty magic.
His face crumbled to a thousand pieces as his evil sole rose to the top. He laid their dead asleep as his consciousness left his body