(Yup! A new story! By CARA! "Wait!" You might say. "But didn't you stop writing fanfiction?" Well…I did…but then I got the idea for this story, and it transformed! INTO A PLOT LION! So I had to write it. No, I'm not updating any other stories. Oh yeah, and Jack's not mine and crap.)
All was silent as a young man walked across the street. A few minutes before, there had been idle chatter, but the moment the man had come out the door, a tight, awkward silence replaced it. He was wearing a black trench-coat, and had strange, red swirled goggles. The most striking thing about him was his hair, however. It was a bright crimson red, the colour of a crayola crayon. His head was down.
A kid broke the silence. He stood up, looking for his friends for support. Then he cupped his hand around his mouth and yelled.
"Hey! It's Jack Spicer! Whacha gonna do now, Jackie? I heard last time they put you in the crazy home! Is Saucy Jackie gonna do anything? Huh?"
The man, looking up, gritted his teeth. He was Jack Spicer. An older Jack Spicer. He had more defined features now. He was taller, for one, and now had a large, patched trench-coat instead of the ragged one he used to have. He had a deeper voice, too. He was only 22, but…he was older.
Jack hunched up his shoulders. I can't let them get to me…what do they know? I was working more than 70 hours a week, for Wuya's sake! Is it MY fault I…cracked up? HM? Hmmm? Hm…Ah! Here we are!
He had stopped in front of a large building that had the words 'Human Biology' on it in large, bronze letters. In the window, there was a tattered sign that said 'Help Wanted! Some Experience In Mechanics Preferred'. He took a deep breath.
"Here we are, Jackie. Go in… hope they haven't read the recent news…" He murmured to himself, opening the door and slipping in.
It was dark inside, was the first thing he noticed. His boots made creaking sounds on the floorboards, and he could see cobwebs spiders had long-abandoned. He noticed a desk with a single bare bulb shining on it in the middle of the room, and with a moment of hesitation, rapped on it with his knuckles.
"Hello?" His voice came out small and timid in the dark, like, he scolded himself, when he was 14. He noticed a door behind the desk, and looked at it. For some reason, he really dreaded looking at what was behind the door…
"Hello? Well, no one's here, so I'll begoingnow!" The last words came out in a rush. He started taking long, quick strides towards the door. Then heard someone yell,
"Wait!"