Corkscrewed

Chapter two: Let the Game Begin

A "Jack the Ripper: Hell Blade" fan fiction

(Based on the role-play "Corkscrewed" by sadielizyy, Truthless00, and Negative-Sapphire and re-written as a fan fiction by sadielizyy)

The girl stood in front of them full of confidence, she had something planned and there was no doubt of it. Jack performed a sneering smirk in response to her crude greeting towards the two fellows.

"Look" he elbowed his slim blond friend in the ribs; after hearing girl refer to Sherlock as 'blondie'. "It is your favourite nickname" he snickered as the shorter man gave him a dirty look.

Those pale eyes glared at Jack with a passion "Shut. Up. Now." He stated slowly and coldly towards his grinning companion.

Just then the silver haired girl waltzed up to Jack, she gave a coy smile "anyway" she muttered politely; "nice to meet you". She held out her hand towards him, her face with a slight playful tone to it. The ebony man simply stared at her hand with a slight frown.

"Sorry. I don't shake hands." He stated plainly. "It is just a little thing of mine."

The girl got an upset expression; obviously fake "how rude" she ejected. "Are you always like this?" she taunted, still holding out her hand to shake.

"Now you should be polite Jack" Sherlock suddenly gave his friend an entertained look. "Shake her hand" he nodded in the girl's direction, all in all doing this just to get on the ebony man's nerves. The shorter blond received an icy glare from Jack in response to his game, but the taller one calmly shook the silver haired girl's hand.

Her red eyes suddenly lit up and Jack felt a slight pressure in his fore-arm. He pulled his arm back to see a needle sticking out of it "My name is Celia" the girl smirked "I'm a chemist."

"And this is why I don't shake hands" Jack sighed, lowering his head slightly and his hair moved in front of his shoulders thanks to the action. Sherlock smiled a little, realizing that whatever it was it probably wouldn't hurt his friend anyway.

Celia gained a maniacal grin on her face "Let's see how you like my latest invention." She held up the needle as in to display it "I changed your personality" her smile transformed into a rather loud laugh.

A smirk crossed the dark man's face "nice try" Jack half-purred. "Stuff like this doesn't work on me." He looked a tad amused now.

"Let's see eh blondie?" Celia giggled. The blond stayed silent and half glared at her; just then she sped behind the shorter man and stabbed the other needle in his arm. Before Sherlock knew what hit him he stumbled backwards.

"What the-" he mumbled and then his face suddenly changed to a bright and cheerful emotion. "OH! WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY!" Sherlock shouted, jumping to his feet as if he was dancing.

Jack looked over at the overly enthusiastic man who looked like Sherlock but was somehow different "Well that got him fast" he groaned. Suddenly there was a loud crash behind them and a light haired male was lying on the floor moaning. "And there comes our terrible tail." The man sighed.

The blond was dancing around the room and talking in a sing-song voice "the sun is shining, I'm with my bestist buddy" he giggled like a child and wrapped his arms around Jack, smiling giddily as he did so. "You are sooo cuteee" he half squealed while nuzzling the taller man. Celia burst into laughter at the sight of this and Jack's face was lightly covered in a red blush while he tried to push Sherlock off to no avail; he seemed rather flustered. "Oh you're so cute and snuggly!" he sang again.

Two glowing red eyes scanned the area and looked over at the fallen Watson. "There you are!" she ejected with enthusiasm.

"No…" he said nervously in response. "I was just leaving…" he turned suddenly, his small pony-tail bouncing as he ran the opposite direction of the intimidating girl. As he ran he was grabbed forcefully from behind and a needle injected into him in the process. Watson pulled away and ran off desperately.

"There we go" grinned Celia "now to watch."

Meanwhile with the other two, Sherlock was still holding on to Jack as tight as he could while the taller man struggled to push him off. "Please let go…" he mumbled with blush slathered across his face.

The smaller man grinned widely at him "Never!" he ejected with enthusiasm.

"B-but..." the ebony man made feeble noises again and attempted to pull out of the hold, alas to no avail as his blush grew even darker on his cheeks.

Again Sherlock simply gave a cute smile and nuzzled Jack even more "I will hold you and love you forever!" he practically sang as though he were the happiest person alive. The taller one let out more small mumbles and his face was beet red by this point; this only made the blond snuggle up to him more, and with more vigor. In the background Celia threw out some loud laughter into the air, completely and utterly amused at what she had caused. "You are my best friend for life!" the slim blond went on.

The rest of the day carried on like so, with the silver haired girl leaving to attend other business at some point. The next morning when they woke up in the same warehouse…evidently they fell asleep there…Sherlock and Jack are snuggling together and Watson was not far…only he woke up covered in dark red crimson that could only be blood.

Jack woke up while the smaller blond was still asleep; Sherlock was then awoken by a forceful kick that pushed him off of the ebony man's warm body. "ow…" he muttered as he sat up.

A wide grin crossed Watson's face as he sat up, waking, "I was awesome last night!" he ejected with enthusiasm not normally found within him. Normally he was the meeker one of the pair that consisted of Sherlock and himself.

"I want to forget…" the blond with the bob half whimpered. Sherlock then lifted up his arm and sniffed it, as to inspect the odor. "ugh I smell like you Jack" a disgusted look crossed his face as he said so.

The ebony man sat fairly still and looked somewhat as if he had just seen a ghost "I…need to go kill something…" he had to get over whatever had happened and become the person he knew he was again.

"I need a shower" Sherlock continued to mumble. "And my hair is all messy…how embarrassing…" he raised his hands and covered his at the moment sloppy hair.

The next moment they both got up and walked in different directions, leaving the taller light haired man to sit in his puddle of blood with a joyful expression. Not so long later both Jack and Sherlock returned to that same location, Jack was also covered in blood now and wore a sadistic grin; while Sherlock returned in a slightly different outfit and wet hair.

"I feel much better now." The ebony man smiled a little. Sherlock returned the smile with a small grin of his own.

"Me too"

At this point the two men took a collective action and looked over at their friend who was still sitting in a puddle…no…small pool of blood. Watson looked more than happy at his current situation, but the smell was less than pleasant, plus it was messy. "Watson, you need a shower." Jack said to him, in a monotone and slightly vexed fashion.

"Never!" came out of Watson's mouth in return, making it clear he loved his puddle very much and never wanted to part with it. Sherlock frowned down at his friend, a gesture of disapproval more than anything.

The blond looked toward Jack and sighed "You drag him Jack; I don't want to get my coat dirty." He said rather unenthused and sort of…prissy in a sense. The ebony man just shrugged, he didn't really care who did it, well that and heavy lifting was more his thing anyway.

"Whatever." Jack mumbled and walked over to the lighter haired man in the red puddle. Watson seemed surprised when Jack picked him and dragged him into the washroom connected to the warehouse. Apparently water still ran in there. Upon arriving into the room Jack threw Watson into the shower and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, he seemed to have quite a few for some reason. In any case he used them to lock the light haired man to the curtain rod and then he turned the water on. A groan of frustration exited the chained man as he struggled but alas the awkward position would not allow him to do much. It seemed he had to take a shower after all. "There." The dark haired man stated after he had completed his task.

Sherlock eyed the situation and smiled a little "Thanks." He looked over at Jack. "By the way I'll never hug you again." The blond suddenly frowned and stated dead serious. He was still put off by what the drugs had done to them the previous day.

This received a slight sneer from Jack "You better not or I will break your arms off." The dark haired man also preferred not to think of it very much either.

"You're in a good mood I see." The blond muttered in response and crossed his arms.

Jack rolled his eyes and walked over to his blond friend "Shut up." he quickly took out another pair of handcuffs…wow he has a lot of those…and he grabbed Sherlock's arm and used the handcuffs to lock him to the pipe under the bathroom sink. The blond yanked at the chain and got a frustrated expression.

"What the hell!?" he gave Jack an irritated glare. The dark haired man just laughed in response.

Jack grinned "See you later." and vanished through the window with a smirk on his face.

"Hey!" the blond yelled after him. "Get back here and let me go!" Sherlock huffed in frustration at his current position. Across the room from him Watson was chained to the shower, with the water running being a constant annoyance to the ears. He was soaked through by this time, and not looking very impressed himself…also he looked a bit confused.

Watson then called to Sherlock to divert his attention. "How are we supposed to get out of these handcuffs?" he asked once the pale eyed man turned to him. Sherlock's peach-pink eyes were in a downward slant, to express his vexation.

"Shut up! This is all your fault!" the blond yelled at his friend. Even if it wasn't completely true Sherlock still held a form of blame on Watson, well that or his agitation was getting to him.

The man with the monocle narrowed his eyes a little and looked at the ground "Yes…" as if to accept the blame. Let's face it, this has probably happened before, and just going along with his stubborn friend has proven the best thing to do. The he realized something that would probably be a good question to ask: "How am I supposed to turn the shower off?" In all fairness he was in a rather awkward position and could not reach the taps…that is without hurting himself.

Sherlock looked over the situation in slight dismay "I can't help you there…" he frowned and leaned against the sink counter. "What!? Is he trying to drown us!?" the blond suddenly vented, moving his arms in a dramatic gesture.

"I don't know…" Watson just sighed.

His friend seemed to ignore him and continued to vent "Yeah! Well it won't work!" the blond piped down a bit and let out a groan "…idiot." He resumed leaning against the counter.

The man with the monocle gained a queer expression, and as much as Watson didn't like to question Sherlock he was a little lost, "How will it not work?" the question sounded more rude than he intended. Shit! The blond looked as if he was about to reprise his soaking companion, but before they could say anything more a familiar silver haired girl walked in the room.

"Look what I found." She grinned and her glowing eyes slanted. "Some new toys" Celia then proceeded to let out a low pitched laugh while she examined the room.

Watson blinked a little and shrugged "Good thing Jack didn't take my clothes off…" both Celia and Sherlock looked at him and shook their heads a little. Odd comment for a time such as this…but the man with the monocle didn't notice.

Sherlock looked away; there was no time for this tomfoolery. He pulled out a gun from his coat with his free hand. "Shut up, Watson!" he ordered and aimed the gun at the sadistic girl in front of him.

"Oh my" Celia sang, her red eyes intensified their glare by the moment as she began to walk slowly towards the agitated man. "What a situation! It seems Blondie's best friend abandoned him." Laughter escaped her again, in the form of a chuckle as her face pointed slightly downward.

Watson, meanwhile, worked more quickly when he saw what was about to happen. He had something up his sleeve and ignored the order from his friend. "No. It really is." He continued and managed to squirm around enough to pull a pin from his pocket and use it to pick the lock on the handcuffs.

The other two seemed not to notice his action and went on confronting each other. "Now I can have my fun." Celia smiled and licked her lips, her eyes glared at Sherlock with a sadistic gleam while her tongue ran along her lips.

The blond didn't falter as he glared at her in return, however a slight amount of fear did creep its way into his pale eyes. "What!?" he almost whispered, holding the gun steady in front of himself. Before either of them had time to continue Watson had now escaped from his situation and jumped on Celia's back, to try and take her down. The girl snorted and quickly threw him off of her and onto the ground. She then turned and brought her foot down rather harshly on his face, stomping on him which shattered the already broken monocle. The glass proceeded to fly everywhere and leave small lacerations on Watson's face. In a desperate attempt to stop the girl Sherlock shouted at her "Stop it or I will shoot!" he had hoped the threat would at least bring her attention away from Watson, at the very least.

Celia turned to the pale eyed man again, thankfully the distraction did have an effect, and Watson fell unconscious due to the contact from her foot. "You know it won't kill me." She grinned again, a cocky power hungry expression overtaking her.

"No." Sherlock confirmed her point, but his glare suggested he had a different thought in mind all along. "But it can kill me and then you can't have your fun you sadist!" he smiled a little at his bluff, because he knew what she wanted out of this. The girl looked a tad disappointed and frowned, but when they heard a chuckling noise from behind the curtain they looked over in confusion and slight surprise.

"I knew if I waited and left bait I would get you." A voice said. That voice I should say.

Sherlock sighed and looked over at Jack, who walked out from the shower "Nice timing." It was more of a comment on how he was almost too late than a compliment…a criticism if you will. Celia's frown turned back upwards and she laughed as she watched him appear.

The dark haired man mocked a parent scolding a child "Tsk. Now is not the time for sarcasm." He then turned to the silver haired girl and gained a sadistic grin.

"Wait." The blond stopped him for a moment. "You used me as bait!?" he almost shouted. "Some friend you are!" Sherlock's expression was also a bit mocking and not completely serious in all aspects itself. Yet he still questioned his friend's actions.

Jack looked over at the blond and rolled his eyes "That is for you to decide." And as if to move on to more important matters he looked back at Celia. "Now then," he began "Time for the lady." He snickered and pulled out a gun in one hand and a blade-type weapon in the other. "How do you wish to die? By gun or by blade?"

"You cannot kill me." The girl stated plainly, as if the fact held true in every situation. That or she was just full of herself. "But please try!" she grinned and a loud laugh exited her.

The dark haired man just nodded towards he in a curt and maybe even polite…more likely mock polite gesture "We shall see." He said as he held both weapons in his hands.

Suddenly Celia stopped him for a moment, her eyes hardened "Can we make a wager?" she wanted something out of this.

"And what is that little miss?" Jack was curious now, at least curious enough to let her speak.

Celia smiled and took her opportunity. "If I win can I get your blond friend to play with?" she crossed her arms with satisfaction upon making her request.

The dark haired man's grin just widened "That is if you win."

"Count on it!"

Sherlock attempted to interject their moment "Hey don't make me a prize!" betting his safety on an uncertain situation such as this was not comfortable in the least. Jack and Celia ignored him, as they made their way towards each other, the dark haired one using his blade and gun to attack her head on, and Celia using the red claws that grew from her fingers to fight back. The girl jumped in the air, doing a backwards flip. "At least I get front row seats." The blond mumbled to himself and stood as far away from the battle as he could, still keeping his gun out just in case.

"I knew you were not human from the moment I laid eyes on you." Jack smirked at Celia. "That is good. I am not exactly human either."

"Ha!" Celia flew down from the air towards him, excited. "This should be fun then!" She shouted as her claws hit his blade making a screeching noise as they clashed.

-End of Chapter Two-