Hi ho, Kermit the Frog here- I'm just kidding, it's Nellie. I'm back with a new chapter of JSOTP. After recently finishing up my biggest story (Jake & Tori Stories 4), I have more time to update my other stories, including this one. So that's a good thing. Anyways, as for this chapter, we're gonna see just how many negative thoughts Jake can think of... and how Grim will take advantage of that. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's.

Chapter 7: Am I changing?

Jake stared at the knife for the longest time, thinking dark thoughts, about how he would love to hurt someone with the knife. Just... anybody... he wanted to see blood on the knife...

The boy suddenly shook his head again, What am I thinking? Why am I thinking like this? This isn't like me at all to... want to kill somebody with a knife...

He looked at the knife again, But at the same time... seeing blood might not be such a bad idea...

"Jacob! I hope you've finished eating."

Jake gulped, before setting the knife and resumed his meal. The last thing he wanted to do was make his father angry again. And he still had a lot to finish, but darn it, he was a Never Land- No! Not anymore... he was a pirate... a simple pirate... and he could do it.

He couldn't get punished... not again.

After another hour, Jake was finished, and how it was time to clean and wash the dishes. That alone would be an easy task... if it weren't for the piling dishes and plates that he had to wash. But nevertheless, he had to do it, less he wanted to be whipped in the back again.

As he washed, he came across the same knife he was so fascinated with earlier. Looking to make sure he wasn't being watched, he slipped the knife into his pants pocket. He had some plans for that knife later on...

Grim soon came into the kitchen to observe his son's work, chuckling, "I see you're still working. Exactly what I expect from you... now, as soon as you're done, I want you to take a bath, and then I'll show you to where you'll be sleeping."

"Yes, Father..." Jake nodded, as he continued doing his current job.

Within twenty minutes, Jake had finished cleaning, as Grim led him upstairs to where the bathroom was. Once again, he was warned to clean up after himself after bathing, or else it would be punishment time. For Jake, taking a bath was extremely difficult due to his injured back. He knew that some warm water on the wounds would help... but he couldn't quite reach it.

Before Grim left the room, Jake called him, "Father... can you help me wash my back, please...?" he asked.

The dark man looked slightly annoyed, but nodded, "I suppose I could help you clean those wounds..." He said, kneeling beside the bath tub, and grabbing a wash cloth. Gently, he dabbed at the whip marks, earning small grunts of pain from the boy.

To be honest, Jake was surprised by how gentle Grim was being. He expected him to roughly handle the cloth, but no. He was... softly dabbing at it. Maybe Grim was being... nicer?

... No. Not even this will get Jake to love him. He's still a villain, and he's not to be trusted. At all.

This water feels good... but I bet I could make a fried chicken out of the bird if the water was hot enough...

Jake shuddered a little, but found himself speaking to Grim, "Father... may I tell you something...?"

"What is it, my son?" Grim listened.

"Um... I've been having these thoughts... about my... old mateys... these thoughts... are about hurting them... I've been thinking deadly thoughts about killing them... I want them to die..."

Grim was quite surprised, considering that this was coming from the very same pirate boy who was all about good will and being brave. Why in the world would he think about death and evil...?

Suddenly, a manipulative thought crossed the villains mind as he responded, "I believe you are just thinking about it... because they betrayed you..."

"Huh?" Jake was confused.

"Your friends attempted to stop you from leaving them for selfish reasons, did they not?"

"Yes.. they did..."

"Exactly, so it's only natural if you wish for revenge and vengeance on them..."

"But... I could never hurt anybody..."

"Of course... you're too good for that..."

Jake let all of that sink in. Earlier, he did have thoughts about wanting to make his friends 'pay' for what they tried to do. But now... did he really thought to stoop to Grim's level and do something truly evil...?

The man himself just chuckled, "Don't worry, son... it's most likely a phase."

Although, it would be interesting to see Jake take revenge on his friends... He thought with an evil intention.

After his back was clean, Jake had continued the rest of his bath, before getting out and drying himself off. Grim wouldn't allow him to put bandages on his back, so it looks like he'll be sleeping on his stomach for the night...

That would NOT be fun...

Speaking of sleeping, Grim showed the boy where he would be sleeping... a dark and slightly dusty room. With an uncomfortably lumpy bed, and a wall full of stains and cobwebs.

"Isn't there a much cleaner room...?" Jake asked Grim, who frowned.

"Would you rather sleep in the basement after facing punishment?"

The boy shook his head quickly, "No!"

"Then don't question the things I ask of you. You do it! And you will sleep in this bed, no matter how dirty it may look!"

Jake glared at the man that was suppose to be his father. He had a pretty good comeback in mind, but for the sake of his poor back, he kept his comeback to himself, nodding, "Yes, sir..."

"Good... now, pleasant dreams, Jacob. And sleep well, for we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow..."

"What are we doing tomorrow...?" Jake asked, confused.

Grim just smirked, "Oh, you'll find out soon enough..."

With that, he closed the door and locked it... locking Jake inside with no other way out. The boy sighed as he sat on the bed. The only source of light was a dimly lit lamp on the desk net to the bed.

He wasn't looking forward to this sleep out all.

Grim will definitely get some complaints tomorrow... He thought bitterly, before shaking his head. Complaining and trying to be smart with Grim only landed him with a punishment now. There was no way he could insult him and get away with it...

I suppose if I cooperate with Grim tomorrow... he'll go easy on me... but if I get my hands on those... those... those traitors, I won't go easy on them...

The pirate boy groaned, trying to get that dark thought out of his head as he lied down and put his pillow over his face...

The next day... and the days to follow

Jake was awaken at the crack of dawn by his father, who informed him that he had a lot of work to do. And as the boy guessed, it was more chores and work around the house. But this time... anytime Jake messed up... he was whacked by a horse crop.

"You're not scrubbing hard enough!" WHACK!

"Do it again!" WHACK!

"That needs to be SPOTLESS!" WHACK!

I'd like to whack those traitors, then they'll know how I feel!

And anytime Jake had the guts to sass him, it earned him a trip to the basement for a whipping. Fresh new wounds stung Jake's back as he resumed scrubbing the floor...

And this was only the first week...

As he did so, he remembered he still had the knife in his pocket... he wanted to take it out and use it... however... Grim was still watching him. He couldn't get caught by him again.

"And when you're done with the floors... you can start mopping up the blood down in the basement..."

... That did it right there...

Those other fools are next after I'm done with YOU, Grim!

Now furious and not wanting to go back down to that dreaded basement, Jake stood up and faced the man, with a stern glare, "No... not again... NEVER again!" He yelled, retrieving the knife from his pocket and raising it high, with murderous intentions!

Unfortunately, he had forgotten that Grim has fast reflexes, as he moved out of the way of the knife, grabbing Jake's wrist, swiping the knife, and twisting it painfully. The boy exclaimed in pain, falling to the floor, and clutching his wrist.

As for Grim, he couldn't help but chuckle, "I must say, I'm impressed that you even attempted to even try and attack me. Unfortunately, you're not as smart as I am..."

"I refuse to go back to that basement, even if it's to clean it!" Jake growled, glaring at the man with hateful thoughts, "I refuse to let you control me, Grim!"

SLAP!

Jake fell to the ground, rubbing his sore cheek as he frowned deeply from the slap he has received from the crop.

Now it was Grim's turn to glare, "Have you forgotten already that I own you now?! You are MY son! And you will do as told! Now you had better straighten out, or else you'll be cleaning the blood that you shed after I'm done with you..."

Jake continued to scowl at the villain for about another minute... before nodding, "Yes, Father..."

"Good boy..."

With that, the boy continued doing his job.

Am I... changing...? Is this new environment affecting how I feel about certain things...? He thought.

As Jake continued to work, Grim started to think.

So... the boy has been thinking rather evil thoughts about getting vengeance on his friends... perhaps this could be used to my advantages. This all started after I punished him for the first time... if I whip him into good shape and make him love me... and hate those other brats even more... then he'll truly be the son I envisioned him to be...

The wicked man chuckled deviously, having cooked up a villainous plan to make Jake his own little me... er, mini him...

So Grim's planning to manipulate Jake's little mind using his negative thoughts. This is honestly a messy chapter, and I apologize for that, since not a lot happened. Next chapter is gonna be a bit more dark, and the chapter after that, we'll see Izzy, Cubby, and Skully again. So, as usual, I'll see you guys later, and don't forget to review, please. Thank you. :)