Author's note: Here we are!!! Chapter III, I kept my promise people. This fic will not die….hopefully. Well anyways, here we are at Alex's High School. Everything starts all normal but of course, things get hairy. Now then, lets get started! The disclaimer; I do not own Silent Hill, Konami, and Double Helix. Next, there are some people who helped out with this fic and of course this chapter, my credits go to: My good friend who roleplays as Liquid Snake on myspace. He helped me come up with the plot for this entire story. So kudos go to him mostly! Thanks Liquid!!!^_^ Next: my friends who roleplay as Elle and Josh. Those two helped me with their characters, like Elle's part in this chapter for example most of it is done by her and edited slightly by me. Josh's part didn't come yet but when it will, he got his credit in advance! And last but not least, my last credits go to Mayura-Hikari-090, thank you so much!!! You like, popped my reviews cherry. XDDD, kidding. Well anyways, yeah thanks so much I will keep a look out on my little problem so please continue reading and give me a little rundown of what you think. I wouldn't want to lose any of my promising readers. Thanks guys, you guys are great! Now onto the story, happy reading.
Chapter III: Enter; Jack the Ripper
"Mr. Shepherd....MR. SHEPHERD!!!" Mr. Malone yelled out in the classroom of 302, the entire class perked up to turn around towards the back to see, Alex jolting up from his current sleeping state. Rubbing his eyes he'd try his best to look presentable and actually look as if he was paying attention; which everyone including the teacher knows that he was sleeping the entire time.
"Yes, Mr. Malone?" Alex said as he shook his head a bit trying to look attentive. The history teacher sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Like I was saying, Mr. Shepherd. I had two questions for you? One, what was the date that Khrushchev and President Kennedy came to terms with an agreement to end the Cuban Missile Crisis? And two, what was the agreement?" Asked Mr. Malone, Alex looked dumbfounded. Social Studies wasn't really his thing, just like he wasn't interested on how this town of Shepherd's Glen came to fruition he wasn't interested in U.S. history either. Rubbing the back his head he'd try to think of the most logical answer he could come up with.
"Uhhhhh...."
Mr. Malone shook his head and turned his attention to another student who had his hand up. "Yes, Mr. Jaeger?" The teacher had called upon the new student in the room who was only present in the class maybe two weeks ago.
"On October 28th, 1962 the Soviet Union agreed to remove their missiles from Cuba. Only, if America would agree to remove their Jupiter IRBM's from Turkey. Thus, the world was saved from a nuclear holocaust from that one agreement." Said the short black haired kid near the corner of the room all the way in the back, Alex turned around to catch a glimpse of the kid. He looked about seventeen, short black hair, medium build, icy blue eyes. His face is described as having high cheekbones, strong jaw line, a straight nose, and full lips. His name apparently was Jack Jaeger, the new kid. Already two weeks into this school and he has already captured the hearts of many of the girls, maybe it was his looks or the faint British accent he had. Alex didn't know, but there was just something about him that just stood out from the rest of the kids in this room.
"Thank you, Jack. Now with that agreement the effects of that Kennedy-Khrushchev pact, Cuban communist leader Fidel Castro's power over Cuba had steadily incre--?!" Mr. Malone's little review of the Cuban Missile Crisis had ended with the bell, making this the end of first period of History class in Samuel Bartlett High School. The middle-aged teacher sucked his teeth as almost immediately most if not all the students had started on packing their things and getting ready to leave the classroom.
"Darn! Well I want those DBQ's I assigned to you all earlier completed and handed in tomorrow! Tomorrow we will be reviewing the Bay of Pig's incident, so study, study, study people! You are dismissed." Said Mr. Malone as he went back to his desk and started grading papers, Alex sighed and stood up, swinging his backpack over his shoulders and held his binder at his side. Letting most of the hustle and bustle chill out first so he doesn't have to shove his way out of the classroom, with that he took the time to stretch his arms out and yawn. He was still kinda tired since he didn't get that much sleeping talking to Elle late last night on the phone like usual, plus having to endure his father's usual nagging and yelling this morning.
"Man...what an ordeal...what do I have next anyways?" He said as he let his arm hang loose and then went to search his pockets for his schedule, to this day he still didn't get used to the order of his classes. Taking out his program he'd look through it and a sudden grief washed over him as he slumped his head and sighed.
"Great...Math with Ms. Henderson...she's such a bitch." Alex would say with obvious distaste as he had a mental image of the voluptuous young math teacher screaming at him for getting one of the computations wrong, and him whimpering at the board from the intensity of such a beautiful young woman just ripping him to shreds with just the use of her voice. To be honest, she was ten times more scarier then his father and that's saying something! Placing the schedule back into his back pocket he'd groan and slowly start to leave Mr. Malone's classroom using any method he had in the bag to try and eat up the ten minutes students had to usually go from class-to-class, retrieve an essential item from their lockers, use the bathroom, talk to their peers for a short period of time, etc.
'That's right! I forgot my math textbook in my locker, she'd kill me if I forgot that stupid book again! Shit!!!' the sudden thought came to prosper as Alex now instead of shuffling slowly out of the classroom like a zombie had switched to running to his locker for his book. Killing time or not, he wasn't going to get yelled at by the Italian beauty Ms. Henderson for forgetting a stupid textbook.
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After climbing down the stairway arriving at the second floor where his locker was he'd pant a couple of times to catch his breath, right as he was going to enter the password on his little lock he could hear a faint sound of crying coming from three lockers down. That was Elle's locker! Looking over his shoulder he'd try to get a glimpse at his childhood friend who was in obvious distress, hiding behind the open door of her locker.
"Elle? You ok?" He asked as he let go of his lock and walked over to her.
Elle had walked the full eighteen blocks to her boyfriends house Saturday night. She had worn her favorite denim skirt; it was her ex-boyfriend's favorite, and a white blouse that her mother had gotten her for her birthday. She was nervous, especially since it was the night that supposedly he was going to give her his Letterman jacket and a promise ring. She had heard from his mother that she found a black box in his drawer when she was cleaning.
Elle was wrong. She had opened the door to find him and a girl named Emily on the couch, both half naked and about to have sex. Elle didn't say anything; she couldn't. She just turned and walked out with him calling her name.
Hearing Alex's voice that night made her feel better. Alex always did. She didn't know why. She hid it well, not wanting to upset or have Alex worry about her. It was her problem and she wanted to deal with it.
The next day she spent most of the day in bed. Her mother must of known; she gave her three pints of Ben and Jerry's ice cream before going to City Hall. She watched movies most of the day. She avoided calling Alex because, of course, she didn't want him to worry about her. But that night, it was different. She stayed on the phone all night with him and she felt a lot better. Alex was her sanity.
Monday morning was hell. She walked into homeroom late, oversleeping and when she left for homeroom, she saw them. The two of them were making out at his locker, her back covering the picture of the two of them when they were sophomores. It took Elle all of her being not to cry during all of first period. When the bell rung, she ran. She opened her locker quickly and stuffed her head inside. She let the tears run their course, sobbing.
She wipes her face with the back of her hand when she heard Alex, pushing herself away from her locker. "Hey, Alex. Yeah, I'm fine."
Just from the sound of her voice he could tell it was a lie. Her voice usually is cheerful and uplifting to the human soul. Well it always does wonders to his soul if not others, except this morning all he got was this heaviness, that's not like her at all. It's as if she was crying or something. Plus her cheeks were kind of moist to begin with. He'd have to call himself an idiot to just turn the other cheek thinking she's okay. With his expression softening up he'd tilt his head slightly to the right and plant his hand gently onto her shoulder, giving her the same sympathetic look that she'd fall for every single time. That look on his features just showed compassion and the ability that she can open up to him about just almost anything.
"Come on, Elle. It's ok...just tell me. What happened?" Alex said with a soft tone of voice making sure that nobody passing by would be able to hear them.
She bit her lip, not sure if she should tell Alex. She was afraid of what he might do. She sighs, putting her hand over his. She looked up at him and began to sob again. She wrapped her arms around his waist, crying into his shoulder.
"I walked in on my boyfriend and that girl Emily on Saturday night." She wipes her face with the back of her hand again.
Upon instinct his arms swung around her slender form, holding her tight as she poured out her soul unto his being. Listening intently to every little detail in that one sentence for the reason why she was so sad today.
"Shh, it's ok...don't worry about him. He isn't worth these tears..." He said in a whisper as he held her, not wanting to let go for anything.
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, Alex." She nuzzles his neck. She felt like she could fall asleep right here. She was tired from all the drama that was brought onto her. She closes her eyes, sighing slightly. "I'm tired."
Rubbing her back he'd continue to shush her once more, she shouldn't speak at this time. Just bask in the moment, that was his plan.
"You don't have to apologize to me at all..." Those were his last sympathetic words out his mouth due to the fact, the second he brought his head up and looked over his shoulder at the people passing by them. One of the pairs of people to walk by them would be that girl and the douche bag of the century; Charlie Miller and Emily Richards. His eyes changed from a soft expression of care to an intense burning rage. Slowly letting go of her he'd turn around to see their backs walking away from them.
Elle's smile turned into a worried expression when she saw Alex's emotional state change. She turned to see her ex and Emily walking away. She sighs, eyes darting to the ground. She looks back up at Alex, taking his hand. She holds it. "Alex, don't worry about them."
Not even acknowledging the fact that she's holding his hand or even the words she was saying to try and calm him down, he'd bit down on his lip and continue to glare over at the two.
"He might not be worth your tears, but he's sure as hell worth a good beat down!" Alex muttered to himself as he let go of her hand and marched over there with one goal in mind; beat the living hell out of Charlie Miller.
"Alex, no!" She has to run to follow him, trying to grab onto his hand. She didn't want him to get hurt, or hurt others. It wasn't worth it. She finally grabs a hold of his arm, trying to pull him back. "Alex!"
Even with Elle, pulling him back and all he'd still continue to make a statement. He wasn't going to let some stupid-punk get away with that. "Hey! Charlie douche bag!!! Over here you fucking piece of shit!!!" Yelled Alex, that caught the jock's attention as he turned around. That in fact caught everyone in the entire hallway's attention, sorry for Elle. It was too late, someone was going to get hurt.
"The fuck?!" The surprised Charlie muttered under his breath when he heard that Shepherd kid cursing him out. "Yeah, I'm talking to you! You worthless son of a bitch!!!"
The students in the hallway immediately stopped what they were doing, where they were going and all stood in their respective spots to watch the commotion between Alex Shepherd and Charlie Miller; the school's captain of the football team. The crowd had the original "OH!!!" At the insult that Alex had yelled over the narrow hallway.
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to Shepherd!? Huh?!" Charlie yelled over as Emily tried to grab onto his arm, signifying the same message Elle was trying to establish. Unfortunately for the two, at this time; there was too much testosterone flying in the area now. He'd just ignore the signals that Emily was giving him. Elle moves between the two of them, putting her hands on Alex's chest. She tries pushing him back towards the lockers. She sighs.
"Alex, he isn't worth it. Lets go." Elle said while pushing her weight against him, proving to be futile since he was like a statue, he just wasn't moving. But Alex even in his enraged state had saw that she was really trying to not push anything further then it already is. Taking glances at both Charlie and Elle, Alex couldn't help but sigh and just brush him off. Looking at the ground he'd pull her off of him and turn his back; walking away.
"Alex…" Elle whispered to herself, while holding onto her chest. After being called out like that, Charlie wouldn't just let that go. It was just too random to be cursed out by a 'nobody' in high school popularity terms. Pushing Emily off of him he'd take a step forward and yell out to him, provoking him to finish what he started.
"C'mon, Shepherd?! What's wrong? Can't finish what you started? Tch, what a little bitch huh guys?" Charlie would call out to Alex and to catch the attention of his little click, his boys behind him who gathered would just laugh it off. Already having it in their minds that, Alex is a little bitch who can't handle their team captain. Even with the insults, Alex just continued to walk away without looking back. "Just what I thought guys, he's just a loser, just like his fuckin' dad."
Right when he said that, Alex stopped and looked over his shoulder with a look in his hazel eyes that can kill if looks had the power to do so. "Take that back…" Alex said in a low, threatening tone.
All Charlie did instead of taking it back would just smirk and add more fuel to the fire, big mistake. "Make me, you fuckin' prick. What are you gonna do? Get your daddy to arrest me? OOOH, I'm so scared!" Charlie laughed out, not caring how mad he was getting. Seeing his reactions was priceless.
"Listen here you little fucker…" Alex muttered, turning back around and walking all the way up to him. Getting in his face. "I'm nothing like my dad, either you take that back…or we're gonna have some problems. You wouldn't want that…"
Now there were no jokes, they were in each other's face, breathing the same air, glaring down at each other. Charlie was only a inch taller then Alex so he'd just stare down at him. "Get 'outta my face, you little fag…" The jock said down to him, in a little whisper audible only for Alex to hear as the crowd of teens started to gather around the two in the middle of the hallway. All cheering for the two to start fighting, some jumping around being real animated with it. Yelling out slurs like "C'mon, Charlie!!! FUCK THAT BITCH UP!!!" and so on and so forth.
Alex, ignoring the cheers against him would stay focused on the one in front of him. Giving off his own little smirk he'd whisper up to the jock, "Why don't you, make me?"
As the two just stare each other down for a good second or two, there was one single person who wasn't attracted to the gathering crowd yet watching from afar. Jack Jaeger was leaning his back against a locker nearby the crowd with his arms crossed over his chest, glancing over at the two in their little Mexican standoff-stare off, through a blindspot between two guys watching the standoff. Brushing his bangs out of the way of his eyes he'd squint his eyes to see who exactly were the two in the standoff.
"Now then, what do we have here?" Jack said to himself in a whisper as he identified the two to be the football captain; Charlie Miller and the other to be Alex Shepherd. He knew not why they were fighting since he really wasn't paying attention till now but it was still interesting to watch, looking further into the fight that was about to ignite he'd get a good shot at Alex's eyes from here. They showed something that Jack hasn't seen for quite sometime, there was just something about him that stood out. He didn't know what, but he will find out. "Interesting…" A small evil smirk came to as he watched on.
Back to the two who were staring off, Charlie would chuckle a bit. Breaking the silence between them, in this kind of stare off it really depends who move first that would ignite the fight. It was Charlie who broke that with his little cocky chuckle. "So are we gonna stand here starin' at each other like faggots or are we gonna fig--?!" His last taunt was interrupted by Alex's fist who collided against Charlie's cheek, who jerked back from the force in that punch. Alex was already going for a second hit, with a left hook towards his temple but that was quickly intercepted by Charlie who launched a straight left at Alex's face. Now the fight was on.
Getting hit by his straight, Alex would stagger back a bit leaving Charlie room to try and punch his lights out. Like a boxer, Charlie swooped in on Alex's backed up stature getting in real close on him. The jock attempted to start launching some quick blows to his gut, in succession he'd repeatedly punch out Alex's stomach. Grunting he'd take that pain but that adrenaline from all of those hits had fueled him to just swing his left arm around his head and use his right to throw some punches down at his direction, all going to that blond head of his. After three punches, Alex would just pick him up all together with both arms, swinging him to the locker, with a big slam.
The crowd went wild for that one. With Charlie stunned from the blows to the head and the slam, Alex would use this time to mount him against the locker and just wail on him. Using his left forearm to hold his neck and choke him a bit he'd use his other to punch him out, over and over again. Gagging and grunting, Charlie was defenseless to Alex's assault. Picking up his head, Alex turning him around would slam his head against the locker door three times with the last one being the hardest. Charlie just fell like a bag of potato's from that brutal impact, but Alex wasn't done yet. Far from it. Once Charlie was on his back, Alex sprung on top of him and mounted him. Grabbing his bloody locks of hair with one hand and punching him out with the other, pummeling him into submission.
Elle watching this was just shocked, she had no idea Alex was this vicious. Covering her gasps, trying to refrain from getting disgusted by Charlie's bruised, cut up, and bloody face; she'd try to look at Alex who only at the time had a bloody nose and a tiny line of blood running down his lips. Also noting the animalistic rage in his eyes, it scared her. It was like he was taking out all of the bottled up rage inside of him, all out on Charlie who in return deserved it. But enough was enough.
"Alex…" She'd whisper trying to break away from the crowd to just get in there and break it up, but the crowd itself was just too wild. They'd push and shove as if it was a mosh pit or something.
"Get up! Get up you sonovabitch!!!" Alex yelled down at him as he got off of him and stood right in front of him, amazingly with all that punishment Charlie slowly sat up. Struggling to get on his knees, but that again was the biggest mistake. Alex upon Charlie getting on one knee had swung one punch to his eye, letting Charlie's head swing to the side. Another punch to the opposite side, letting his head swing to the other side. And finished him off with a knee to the face, putting Charlie down for good. Coughing and choking on his own blood.
A large grin of satisfaction came as he walked up next to him and looked down at his knocked out opponent. Jack who was watching from afar nodded his head in approval of how Alex handled the cocky jock, 'Not bad, not bad at all…almost makes me want to get in there.' Jack thought to himself as he props himself off of the wall and took a step forward to approach the crowd, so he can break through and give his congrats to Alex for winning the fight. But before he can do that, all of a sudden a random redhead guy wearing the same football team jacket as Charlie had just launched a full-on tackle right against Alex's form without even him expecting it. Jack's eyes snapped open now standing in attention, trying to see what happened to Alex.
The redheaded jock had tackled Alex against the locker that he used to wail against Charlie, letting his back hit the locker with a loud smack. Slightly breaking and denting the locker behind him, giving off a loud yell of pain from the jock's tackle he'd identify who did that. Seeing his face, he knew it was one of Charlie's friends. Right when the redhead was about to mount Alex and throw a punch at him, Alex had kicked off his assailant knocking him off guard. Getting down from the locker he'd throw a heavy haymaker punch at the redhead, colliding with his nose. A tiny crack was heard between the two when the jock fell back unto three more similar dressed jocks, holding the redhead so he wouldn't fall onto the floor.
Walking to the middle, Alex desperately looked around himself at the three surrounding him from all sides, including the redhead one who just had his nose broken in. Four against one, nice. Since there was no way out of this, instead of taking the coward's way out. Alex would stand his ground, snatching his sweater jacket off of his shoulders he'd slam it against the ground, kicking it away. Throwing his hands in the air assuming a fighting stance, waiting for an opening. It's obvious these guys would probably just rush in there at the same time, so he'd have to get ready for it.
Just like Alex predicted they rushed in on him, quick like a fox, Alex ducking and sweeping into the first Jock he'd uppercut him right across the jaw and throw a swift elbow to the side of his face knocking him back. Just as quickly he did those two blows to the first guy, he twisted his body to the left of him and shoulder thrust the guy who tried to clothesline him. Getting those two out of the way he turned around and whipped his right arm around him, backhanding the guy behind him and then turning on his heel to launch a full-on haymaker to the guy's eye. But the force he put into that haymaker worked against his wishes since he kind of stumbled forward from it, which gave the broken in redhead the opportunity to move up behind Alex and get him in a headlock. A tight one at that too, choking the life out of him, not stopping even as Alex gagged and flailed around he'd tighten the grip.
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" Muttered out the redhead as he continued to strangle him from behind, waiting for the others to stagger themselves back to their feet. Even against the odds, Alex Shepherd was far from giving up. He'd fasten his feet against the floor and use enough force to propel himself and the redhead from behind back towards the locker, knocking the wind out of the redhead and himself in the process. Before allowing himself to fall unto his knees, Alex would elbow him in the nose once more and then fall down. Gasping for air and coughing.
The three who got to their feet had ran over to where Alex was intending to stomp him out. First one of them kicked him in the gut as he breathed for air, making him fall onto his belly coughing up blood. Next, the other kicked Alex in the ribs so hard that his body turned onto his back, and from there on in. The three just continued to stomp him out. In a futile attempt, Alex would just put his arms up to block all of the raining feet and try to curl up into a ball. The crowd went wild and hollered for more bloodshed, Elle in the back wanting to get in there and break it up but unable to due to the amount of people who kept shoving and jumping around was left powerless. Only to be able to watch her childhood friend who only wanted to make things right for her get stomped out to a bloody pulp.
"Somebody stop this!!! Help him!!!" She yelled, but received no reply. Elle clutched her hands together and closed her eyes shut, as if she was praying to some higher being so they can finally find someway to cease the mindless violence and save her friend. "Alex…." She'd whisper.
Now deciding enough was enough two school security guards came rushing down the stairway, kicking the door open and running to the ring of people gathered in the middle of the hallway. Ready with actual nightsticks which they never got to use before, only needed to use if a school riot breaks out, this was equivalent to one with a large brawl such as this one. Shoving their way past the students they were just a few steps away from the three jocks and their victim. Until the unexpected happened. A hand immediately pulled one of the guard's shoulder from behind, not only catching his attention but pulling him away from his partner.
"What the?!" Was the only words he could mutter before Jack's fist pulled back and collided with his face, punching him so hard that it knocked him out with just one hit. Noticing this he quickly dropped the body and continued to push and shove his way through the crowd getting to the next security guard. As the second guard was about to push his way through the last layer of students, Jack was nearing closer to him as well. Like a hunter about to pounce on his prey. Stalking to the guard's left side, Jack unleashed a devastating kick to the side of the guard's kneecap; snapping the bone in two the guard fell on his knee and screamed out a blood curdling yell, before Jack grabbed his head slamming him down to the floor and finishing him with a stomp to his chest. Knocking him out for good, maybe putting him in a coma while he was at it.
"Two down, four to go…" Whispered Jack, as he pushed past the last layer of people and entered into the ring of people where in the middle the three jocks were still stomping out Alex without a care in the world.
"Hey!" Yelled out, Jack. Getting the attention of one of them, the guy would be in the process of turning around before the ebony haired kid had pulled him by the shoulder and punching him twice across the face then silencing him with a spinning heel kick to the temple, the guy fell onto his back, lights out for Jock 1. Seeing their own get knocked out so stylishly they turned their heads and looked over at Jack who nonchalantly scratched the back of his head with his eyes closed and emitting a sigh as if he was confused over something.
"Hey now, that's not fair. Four against one? Are you Americans really that weak that you must use overwhelming force to solve such issues? Do no one talk about their problems vocally anymore or must they resort to solving their problems with such…brutal violence? I mean come on. That's just childish, don't you think?" Said Jack with that same charming deep yet alluring British accent, while still scratching the back of his head and smiling. The redhead slowly got up and staggered to join the two Jocks who didn't acknowledge the cocky yet cheerful attitude of the black haired teenager before them, they started to encircle him just like they did with Alex.
With a displeased sigh, Jack's hand fell free from the back of his head and his lids slowly opened up, glancing around himself. Analyzing his opponents, top to bottom, seeing their faults and what he can do against them. With a more darker tone of voice then his cheerful way of speaking he'd slowly smirk and lick his lips. "Hmph, guess not. Looks like we'll have to settle this like brutes don't we?…Fine by me, your choice…no hard feelings." Jack would whisper out as he just waiting there for them to rush him.
And so they did, one of them who rushed at him from his side would try launching a haymaker to Jack's temple but that attempt just didn't work out as he just bobbed his head back and swung his hand to the Jock's throat, upon connecting and hearing that pleasant gag from the male he'd lift up that same hand this time clutching it in the form of a fist knocking against his nose, once the guy had stepped back from the combined hits, Jack would use his other hand to send a devastating right hook to the Jock's jaw. Sending him down to the ground for good.
Right after that punch, one of them tried to grab Jack to initiate a headlock. But he anticipated it and jerked his head back, head butting the guy behind him. Using that momentum he grabbed that Jock's arm, whipping behind him would twist his arm behind his back and pushing him into the redhead, knocking them both against the locker. Realizing what had just happened, the two would look up at Jack from their downed position with such confused yet angry eyes. Especially the fact that Jack was indeed smiling down at them, he was having fun with them.
Using this short intermission, Elle would finally break free from the crowd and rush to Alex's side who was during the entire fight had crawled to the wall. Leaning against it, not wanting to move at all. "Alex!" Elle would exclaim, catching his attention.
"Elle…" He'd whisper, trying his best to focus his vision on her when she slid to his side. She checked his face and his body for wounds and broken bones, trying to not be useless at this time.
As she continued to aid Alex, Jack on the other hand was still looking down at the bewildered jocks. "Hehe, now come on guys! Where's your school spirit!? If you don't even have the stamina to go up against little 'ol me, how are you supposed to beat the Brahms wildcats? I heard this year they're pretty good, come on now! Go team!" Jack cheerfully exclaimed, mocking and egging them on. Jack didn't know if it was the fact that he was mocking them or reminding them of their upcoming game next week against the Wildcats that sparked them on, but whatever it was, the two were up and ready for more.
The redhead stayed at the locker while the other Jock tried to rush in on Jack to try and tackle him down, only for him to launch a nice big boot kick to his face. Right when he was going to fly back and fall down, Jack grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him right back up. Stunned from the kick, Jack just whipped him around and held him in a tight but a bit more dangerously. When he held the male down using his forearm pressed onto his throat, Jack went through his pocket and pulled out a pen. Jabbing it onto his neck, lightly but still with the firmness of a knife, drawing blood he'd hold the pen against the wound and back away, holding the Jock hostage with a pen.
The redhead's and the crowd's eyes widened when that happened, nobody really expected it so they just stayed quiet and the redhead was just still as a stone. Petrified and just so confused, he didn't know if he should just rush in there or just stay there. Again, a more dangerous Mexican standoff was made between Jack, his hostage, and the redhead Jock. But this specific standoff didn't last too long since Jack quickly disposed of the hostage, throwing him to the side using the tactic of surprise on his side. Upon throwing his hostage down to the floor he swept under the male's instinctual swing, with a swing of his own. Using his arm to clothesline him down to the ground with a loud thud.
"Hmm, that should do it…now the--?!" Jack's words were interrupted by the sight of the male who he kicked before right in the beginning of the fight actually standing up. Rarely do anybody actually get up from one of those kicks so it actually shocked him, quickly he assumed a martial arts stance and his features changed into a rather serious one only to look more into it. Noticing that the man was just practically stumbling around as if he was sleepwalking, sighing and laughing at himself in the inside for actually thinking he was going to get serious he'd just walk over to the man and flick him on the forehead. With that, he fell on his back like a ton of bricks. Turning around to the crowd he'd drop the pen that he used as a hostage tool and smirk.
"Where was I? Oh yes…" Jack said as he took a bow for the crowd who was still watching, they cheered him on and all, chanting his name as well. Standing straight he'd flick his wrist symbolizing that the show was over, they without question followed the order and tried to go on as if that large brawl never happened.
Making his way towards, Elle and Alex who were by the corner of the hallway. Jack offered up his hand down to the two, with a cheerful smile and his eyes closed. "Are you okay?" Jack said down to the two.
Elle looked up at the rather handsome male who had just defended her friend out of the blue, brutally, but nevertheless still saved him. Giving him a half-hearted smile she'd nod and glance back at Alex who was holding his gut and cringing a bit.
"Ugh, well…I don't think they broke anything…but I'll survive." Alex muttered up to the ebony haired male as he grabbed his hand, allowing Jack to slowly pull him back to his feet, Elle helped him up too, like holding his shoulders while Jack pulled him up. Alex stumbled a bit once he got back to his two feet but he quickly regained his balance.
"Forgive me, I couldn't bear to watch anymore of that. It just didn't seem right…" Jack said as he rubbed the back of his head, trying to find a way to explain his intrusion into Alex's fight, with a smile Alex just waved his hand about and pretty much brushed it off.
"Don't worry about it. It really wasn't fun fighting four guys by myself anyway." Alex said with a shrug which was stopped when Elle swung her arm around Alex's bruised bicep and leaned her head against his broad shoulders, trying to find comfort after such an event.
"No you don't understand, someone who can fight as good as you shouldn't have to waste his time fighting four weaklings such as these guys. I couldn't just stand there and let them disgrace your image like that, if they actually held some type of skill then…well I would have enjoyed watching you fight but…I'm sorry, I'm babbling." Jack laughed to himself feeling sort of embarrassed in front of these two, which is a trait he rarely shows. The two raised their eyebrow's at Jack's sudden remark about fighting people weaker then him, 'Weird…' Alex thought as he shook his head and continued to show how grateful he was.
"Well…uh, don't worry about it. What's done is done anyway, I'm sure they got the message you were sending." Alex reassured as he swung his arm around Elle who was still leaning on him, nodding his head Jack pointed to Emily who carried Charlie Miller. "I'm pretty much sure you established a message to that chap over there, am I right?"
Alex couldn't help but glare over at seeing him move but couldn't do anything about it, sighing he'd nod his head in agreement. "You can say that." He said as he looked away from Charlie and glancing down at Elle who's eyes were closed, after an ordeal like that she must have been tired.
"Good. Well, I'm sure our paths will cross again in different ways other then school. Besides…you owe me." Jack said the latter with him turning his back on the two and started on walking away from them, so he can leave them alone; most importantly Alex to ponder when he said 'you owe me'.
Alex immediately caught on, rubbing his temple he'd call out to Jack who was walking away from his sight. "I owe you? What are you talking about? I barely even know you!" He said as he let his arm fall to his side, wondering what exactly did this guy have in mind. First he saves him, then he puts a debt on him? What did he had up his sleeve?
Jack stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulders, "Your debt has four parts, four parts that needs to be fulfilled in order to fully pay me back. One…what is your name?" He said as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, still looking over his shoulder.
"Alex Shepherd."
The ebony haired male nodded his head and smiled, already liking the ring to it. "Alex…it's got a nice ring to it. Hmph, consider the first part of your debt paid." Jack said as he turned his head forward and continued to walk away.
"Wait! What's your name?" Alex called out to him, Elle opened her eyes, confusingly glancing at Alex and the other male who was walking away from them. She didn't know why they were introducing themselves like this so she didn't want to interfere.
"A name means nothing in this world, after a week, you're just another statistic…" Jack would reply to him as he continued to walk, not looking back.
"What's that supposed to mean? How are we supposed to be friends if I don't know your name?" Alex yelled, that caused Jack to stop once more and actually think about what he had just said. 'Friends?', just thinking about it had caused Jack to smile but quickly shake it off getting back into his persona.
"It's Jack." He muttered before walking once more towards his dropped pen that has been dipped in the blood of that jock whom he had pummeled into submission, picking it up he'd twirl it around idly as he picked up his pace and continued walking again.
"You know, Alex. You're going to be late for Math class…" Jack said with a laugh as he slips into the classroom to his right, just as the bell rings. Alex so caught up with what happened in the past ten minutes he should have been getting his textbook from his locker had totally forgot about Ms. Henderson's classroom.
"YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN' ME!!!" Alex yelled out in shock as he just realized that he's going to have to endure the yelling of a lifetime. Elle rubbed her ears from being so close to him when he had his little spaz moment, slapping him upside his head to get his attention.
"You know, I'm late too…" She said as she rolled her eyes and propped him on her shoulders so she could at least help him get to class.
x- - Devil May Cry.
Author's note: Phew, what a chapter. It was long but it was worth it, sorry if it's hard to read. I know I got a lot to work on but, you guys can help me too. Tell me what went wrong, tell me what I did right. Tell me what you liked or what you hated. I'll work on it and all, remember people I thrive on reviews. So please review after reading this! Oh by the way, I wanted to mention this sooner but you know the tune Elle was humming to Alex and the lyrics on the first chapter? Yeah, that was Alex's theme from Silent Hill: Homecoming. You should hear it, it nails Alex's character dead on. Plus it's pretty soothing. That theme will have it's appearance another time in this tale, but later on when it matters. The next chapter will be a bit iffy but I'll try to get it done. So yeah, thanks for reading and please review!