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Chapter 2 - Broken key to freedom

The Jackal had become bored watching the scene infront of him, he could calcuate the exact moment that the BOY had put down his plate of cookie's to take a sip, of his milk and then to eat again. His dark eyes rolled as he tilted his head to the side, resting the broken heavy cage in the palm of his hand as he gripped onto it with his nails that had never been chewed not even by his own razor sharp teeth that had partly rotted away in the thin flesh he called gums. To pass the time he turned his head as he looked at the strange poster to the left, which was hung up by blue tack, aging blue tack by the looks of things due to one corner curling back and exposing the paint that it had managed to rip off the wall.

DC Comic Villian's

Is what the poster said in bold yellow letters. The Jackal did not know any of the names of these characters but there was one, who was standing out in the front. His face was chalke white and his lips were blood red, his hairy wavy olive green. The Jackal pulled his lips back allowing his decaying teeth to be on show as he grinned at the strange looking man, that sent a spark of ammusment through his body.

The Jackal turned his head back round as he looked at the small BOY who finally had fallen asleep the. Nanny must have left when he was starring, at the poster.

Bobbie had cookie crumbs covering his shirt, and what looked like chocolate stuck in the corner of his lips, from where he had not been so careful, but who was Jackal to judge? When he used to eat at the Ayslum he would throw his food everywhere, mainly because it was terrible and most if not all of the meet was raw in the center which made him wonder how, more of that patience at the Ayslum had not come down with a stomach virus more often. Uncoiling his legs from the seat he placed his the soles of his feet flat against the ground, the broken chains that were hooked on his sides slowly slithered down like lazy snakes slithering down the tree of a trunk after a big meal. As he stood up the bones in his knees clicked loudly, causing the young BOY to jolt and sit up, his eyes were large as he looked over to his rocking chair that was moving slowly. He had forgotten about The Jackal being there, as being young ment that the moment something sweet was brought in, he would focus on that instead of danger. Never the less the BOY's hands moved to where he had hidden the strange glasses and slipped them on, his eyes took a few seconds to focus behind the lence, which ment at first all he could see was a blurry figure standing infront of him. He blinked sharply forcing his eyes to focus, and thats when he saw The Jackal.

The Jackal watched through his cold dead eyes, he was focusing on the muscules of the BOY's chin, watching they way they seemed to strain and quiver before his mouth, suddenly snapped open. The Jackal moved fast. His hand stretched out like before classping the young boys mouth closed, his head leaned forward causing his face to be close to the BOY's which was not that close due to the cage being in the way.

"Now listen here BOY-"

"Bobbie."

The young BOY tried to speak but was muffled thanks to The Jackal's hand that was, across his lips that would have quivered from fear. The Jackal was shocked. He jolted his head back as he looked down at the small, figure that was at his mercy and battered his eyelids.

"What...?"

The Jackal spoke in a dangeroslouly calm tone of voice, as he looked down at the BOY who had dared to speak back to him. His hand slowly pulled away from the BOY's mouth but kept it close just incase, there was to be another tempted screaming episode.

"My name is Bobbie not boy..."

The Jackal didn't know if he should be impressed on annoyed when he listened to what BOY was saying to him, his head tilted causing his cage to clang as it hit the wall with a light thump that wouldn't alert anyone. His eyes blinked lazily behind the bars as he trailed his tongue over his lips that had been bitten and punched through out the years but it did not make him think twice about his looks.

"Very well then. Bobbie. I am The Jackal. And your going to help me alright?"

It was more of a statment than a question. He wanted help and though he would rather have someone older than BOBBIE he was not going to complain, at least with BOBBIE he would have no trouble scaring him into doing what he wanted. Pulling his body away from where BOBBIE lay The Jackal swayed his arms by his side, as he blinked behind the twisted looking bars, that was ment to keep him at bay from bitting people, but it never worked. He looked down at BOBBIE with a questioning look, he knew what he wanted from the kid but how were you ment to work with one? This had been the closet that Jackal had ever been to a small child. Clearing his throat loudly and flicking his wrists, sharply making the chains rattle he slipped his hands behind his back as he gripped onto his wrists and smirked proudly.

BOBBIE shifted himself around as he looked up at the ghost, that unknown to him had attacked his sister, the one person he looked up to other than his father. He didn't know what he was ment to do, his eyes looked up towards The Jackal, searching the cold dead face for anything that would mean he would be able to get out of this, but all he saw was insanity. Usualy when dealing with something like this BOBBIE would scream and cry, but the fear of having one of those claw like nails shoved into his throat was keeping him silent as he slowly nodded his head up and down.

The Jackal once again grinned showing off his decaying teeth as he slithered his tongue, out of his mouth, trailing thick salvia over his quivering lips before he hid his tongue back into his mouth again.

"Good Boy."

He hissed. He hesitated at first before he stretched his hand out and patted BOBBIE on the head, with the palm of his hand. Without even a flick of his ankle he was sat back on the rocking chair, his legs were bent over the arm rest while his back was pressed firmly against the pillow, his hands rested on his stomach.

BOBBIE shifted himself around uncomfortably when he watched the ghost make himself at home, he wanted to scream for his nanny or even for his older sister, but instead he felt his eyelids flutter behind the glasses. His small hands made an apperance, gripping onto the glasses he pulled them off of his face and stuffed them into his backpack. As he looked back at the rocking chair a shiver went down his spine when he saw the rocking chair moving, knowing that the ghost must be shifting around. Swallowing he clasped onto his blanket and pulled it over his head as he slouched down and rested his head on the pillow, his body was easily seen shaking beneath the blanket as he forced his eyes to close, so that he would be able to fall asleep.

The Jackal was watching BOBBIE with a bored gaze in his dead eyes, sure seeing the young boy squirm was funny, he was far to tired to even stutter out a small chuckle. Instead he moved himself around in his seat and twisted himself around, so that his back was facing the quivering and yet sleeping boy, his eyes rolled and his eyelids fluttered behind the twisted barge of his cage before, he fell into a light sleep. His cheek pressed against the bars and his mouth wide open allowing a few growls to pass by before, he grew silent as sleep finally took over him.