A/n: Wow, I am really terrible at keeping my word writing fanfiction on time.
Jack left the trailer early in the morning after he found out where Jacob was, honestly he wanted to get out of there before any of the Lost members decided to kill him, he headed to the location the Lost had oh so kindly pointed out to him... with a knife... and Jack's face but nonetheless he left one of Trevor's... party favours on the side of a trailer.
When Jack arrived at the Sandy shores airstrip a lot of people were there, and I don't mean like American 'a lot' I mean an English 'a lot' which is significantly less but still a considerable amount, like... ten. And like any gamer would plan to do in a situation like this, he was going to gun everyone down without a second thought.
First was a man who tapped Jack on lightly on the side of his head where his bullet wound was and him to fuck off,
Jack's face started to twitch "Urge to kill, rising!"
Jack punched him in the gut and then broke his nose while others shouted "Get him!"
Jack pulled out two .45's from his black dustercoat and started to get really into and I mean really into it, put some bullets into five guy's eyes, elbowed anothers' face and somehow a fork was lodged into someone's- getting a little off topic here Jack came to a woman lying blood-soaked on the floor "Hey darlin' mind telling me who you boss is?"
"Go to hell you motherfucker"
"Hey! my mother was a sain- nevermind. So, your boss?"
"I won't tell"
"Ah, I'ma have to kill you now" said Jack putting the barrel of his gun in her mouth with a smile that would give the devil chills. Another gunshot was fired into the distance, Jack turned his, shot the woman and laughed maniacally
"Jacob! Hey old buddy old pal!"
"Jack Smith! The Deadeye, the mercenary willing to do anything"
"Come on dude, I ate that one time"
Before Jack stood the ex-third in command to Ivory's gang back in England, Jacob Lastnameunkown, that was actually his last name, 0taku's not looking that bad now huh? He wore dust covered jeans and scruffy brown boots but strangely had a weird shirt vendetta
"Jack! What are you doing here?" he asked cocking his rifle
"I was just about to ask you blondie! I kinda got bored killing your goons"
"Well, here I am" he announced proudly,
Jack put his hand where he was shot in the head before, he started to choke, he felt like he was about to vomit, "Bollocks" he started to retch
"Come on Jack, you're here, I'm here, let's see what happens."
Jack's face was cradled by his hands and he started to laugh "Heh. Heh heh" he said in a low voice, his eyes flickered; Brown to red and back. What was this feeling coming over him? His body started to shake with anticipation and excitement, his eyes kept flickering, his pupil started to rapidly grow and shrink, small veins popping out of his eyelids. Jacob looked bored "You're not having a mental breakdown are you? That'd make it too easy" he sighed, Jacks' psychotic laughter filled the air, his eyes were completely red, not blood shot, just... bright red with no pupil. Jack's grin spread from ear to ear and before anyone could react he came towards Jacob like a bolt of lighting, he gave him a left hook that sent Jacob back a meter or two. The men at Jacobs' disposal fired their Combat MG's at Jack, he dodged the bullets running to one of them with his lightning fast pace and smashed the masked goons' face into the ground, the runway's pavement flying in the air.
"Wh- what are you?!" stammered Jacob after witnessing Jack's inhuman feat, Jack just kept laughing, he pulled out a switchblade and threw it into the other guy's eye and he fell to the floor. At this point Jacob had limped into his car and started to drive off "Oh no you don't!" shouted Jack running to behind the car and lifting it by the bumper, Jacob shot Jack in the leg causing him to flinch and drop the car, Jacob didn't waste a second speeding off. Jack clenched his leg wound as his eyes turned to their old colour, the brown returned quickly but the gold rings around his eyes took longer and he regained his pupils. Jack pulled out his phone and struggled to dial Trevor
"Tr- Trevor, it's me"
"So now you want hel-"
"Please, get to the airstrip, please" he urged with tears in his eyes and everything started to fade to black.
An hour later at the hospital Jack was unconscious lying in a bed tossing and turning rapidly while Trevor was outside listening to the doctor "Your friend's gunshot wound hit his bone but the damage is minor, he'll be able to walk in a month or so." The doctor then left leaving Trevor and Jack alone. The older man sighed "Kid... What have you done?"
In Jack's head everything around him was white, just an empty place apart from something strange... red mist and blue mist conversing with each other
"What has that idiot done now?" asked the blue
"It's not my fault, he wasn't ready for it, it's not time yet" rambled the red
"Enough of your excuses" boomed blue
Jack wanted to speak to them, he wanted to ask them what was going on but he couldn't say anything, his mouth was sewn shut, needles sticking out with blood dripping down his chin, he looked down further at his chest and saw a large gash. Back in the hospital room Jack woke up shouting "Motherfucker!" he cupped his eyes with his hands "Make it stop!"
Trevor ran to Jack's side "Calm down, it's just a dream"
"I need to go" Jack said pulling himself up
"Hey, the doctor said you need to rest" said Trevor, regardless Jack leapt out of the bed before hearing a loud snap in his leg, Jack just flinched and kept walking.
Hours later Jack sat in his car driving up to another of Jacob's goon's places, this time was a ware house in Blaine county "Let's try this again" said Jack with the same sickening smile spread across his face and getting out the door but immidiately he felt a sharp pain in his neck, he reached to the spot and pulled out a tranquiliser "Oh shi-"
A/n: Well then, one chapter left of this small arc then we go into a two-parter about why the former Don chose Jack as his successor and also why Antonio was chosen as his caporegime.