hi guys, sorry but it will take untill next tuesday to publish more. i'm with dad this weekend and he has no internet.
Raimundo couldn't take his eyes off the paper even though it had long gone still.
Omi broke the silence. "I do not know much about your Christians but this does not seem normal at all. In fact, it seems most twisted."
" Right about that at least" conceded the Brazilian "that June or Jane or who ever had some kind of illness. I hope they locked her up tight" he muttered and shuddered.
"Ya know, this here Jack don't seem much like the snake we know. Kinda sad, like he got kicked in the head by the family mule…" observed Clay.
"I wonder what changed?"
They stood in silence for a moment.
"Wanna find out?" Rai finally asked.
Clay and Omi looked at each other.
"Fine" they said in unison, and turned the page.
"I don't know if I ever really got over that, but it faded a bit" Jack, surrounded in near darkness, continued his story.
"I was pulled out of kindergarten 'cause of my reading ability and all those other useless things, and they stuck me in the second grade. Needless to say, I didn't get along with the others, and out of necessity I found revenge, and soon after, evil."
FLASHBACK-
A younger Jack sat in an oversized chair, in an oversized classroom.
The girls at the back giggled and pointed at the conspicuously smaller classmate. Idly, the small genius wondered if he could curl up small enough to fit inside the safety of his desk, far away from his resentful "peers".
"Mr. Spicer! Would you please sit up straight and tell us what the nines times tables are?" the teacher was exasperated with his lack of participation.
He's supposed to be a prodigy!, She thought
The little red head mumbled his way through the first half, still not sitting up. finally the teacher interrupted.
"I'm sure that no one here has any idea what you're talking about. Is it even possible to do as I ask?"
One of the "funny" boys came up with a brilliant remark and sniggered. "He can't do anything on accounta he's a retard"
The entire class erupted into laughter with that stinging remark
"I am not a retard as you stupidly put it, and I will thank you to stop your annoying monologue and leave me be!"
that said, jack leaned back in his chair, utterly satisfied with his vocabulary.
The rest of the class however gaped as if he has sprouted a second head and tentacles to go with it.
The aforementioned jerk decided that words weren't going to cut it here, so he went back to the old classic: pulling the smart-alecky loser's chair out from under him.
As the class laughed and our antagonist basked in the glow of an invisible spotlight, jack took a moment to cry for his mommy, and then he formulated a plan.
And called his mommy.
At the end of class, lunch bell still ringing in his ears, jack walked out the door and waited in ready ambush to spring his trap the second Anthony walked out that door.
"Anthony" he said in his most threatening tone.
Good thing I have my cell phone
"whada ya want now stupid?" lord almighty, did that jerk ever shut up?
" It's not what I want it's what my mom wants. See, I told her about the mean thing you did to me and she just wouldn't stand for it. So I did a checkup. It turns out that your mom works for my mother's friend…."
He pulled out his phone
"So I wonder what would happen if I had mommy dearest call in the favor…?"
"You wouldn't" the taller boy growled. But under the threat was a stressed noise. His mother needed that job.
Spicer smiled evilly "you asked for it!" he said with glee. Revenge is sweet.
The cell flipped open as he pushed a button "hey mom? Do it now"
The bullie screamed and sank to his knees. Sobs could be heard throughout the hallway.
It was over, and jack stood laughing.
-ENDFLASHBACK
so jack used to be even eviler (not much of an accomplishment) when he was little. good for him. REVIEW OR PAY WITH YOUR IMORTAL SOUL! if you have advice for the ending or next couple chapters, by all means, tell me! i'll try to incorporate it. later!
