Jacks view on religion and everything else in this chapter is purely his own and doesn't necessarily match the views of the writer.

Silence was all that Jack could hear for the next thirty minutes as he waited patiently in the interrogation room. His hands were cuffed and his feet where shackled and he was dressed nicely in a orange jumpsuit. Jack had been calm his whole trip from Denver to New York after his arrest, barely saying a word the whole time. If he was nervous or scared he hid his expressions well from the cops. The only part that he felt was unbearable was when he was forced out of his Guardians uniform and put in a orange jumpsuit. Not that the clothes were uncomfortable or anything but he was not to fond of the letting go of the uniform and mask that he had wore as the Guardians learder for the past several years.

After thirty minutes of nothing but the sound of his on thoughts, Sergeant Winters walked in with a tan folder filled with paper that Jack assumed was the list of charges against him.

"Interesting." Winters chuckled to himself as he skimmed through the long list of charges against Jack. "Not counting the thousands of murders that you had your team orchestrate you have a hundred and thirty one counts of known murders just by your lonesome. Even some of the best serial killers can't claim that high of a body count."

"What can I say?" Jack said proudly "I've been busy."

"I read through your files." Winters said "And I found out that your father apparently died from a stray bullet when you was a boy. No charges was filed and his death remains unsolved. So tell me Jack, I'm curious, did you kill your father?"

Jack remained silent for a few seconds as he stared blankly in Winters eyes, then with a tone completely lacking in any emotion Jack replied "Yes?"
"Why?" Winters asked

"My father was a abusive man, he would often take his anger out on my mother as well as me and my sister. Often at night after he beat either me or my mother and sister, I would go to bed at night hating my father, wishing he was dead. When he shot that deer, something in me finally snapped, seeing him murder that deer reminded me of how he loved to attack me and my sister. You see that deer was a lot like me and my sister, innocent and helpless. And my father loved showing his dominance over the innocent and helpless. When he killed that deer I knew I couldn't keep feeling helpless any more so I killed him. At first I felt guilty, I lost some sleep over it, but over time I knew I did the right thing. And I was never the same after that day."

"So you created these Guardians to kill those who kill wildlife just because of what your father did?"

"No," Jack said "I created the Guardians because it is my calling."

"What do you mean?"

"I was a pre teen when I was called on by a angel of the Lord. He told me that man was harming his creations, and that I was called on to be the ones to stop them. So I did just that, I created these Guardians to help me fulfill what the Lord has called on me to do, save his creations and punish those who seek to cause it harm."

"Your insane." Winters said

"Am I?" Jack responded "Tell me Winters, do you read the Bible?"

"I've been to church," Winters replied

"That's not what I asked you." Jack said harshly "I asked do you read the Bible?"

"Sometimes." Winters said "Whenever I have the time."

"I've read it." Jack said "Cover to cover, twice actually. Fascinating book, but do you know what my favorite story in the whole Bible is?"

"Please tell." Winters said

"The story of Noah and the Ark." Jack said "You see just like me Noah was call on by the Lord. The world had become wicked so you know what the Lord had Noah do?"

"I know this story but I'm curios enough to hear your twisted take on it." Winters replied.

"He had Noah to build a ark, and he took two of every animal and put them on the ark. You know why he did that Winters? Or can I call you John, after all, your daughter and I are really close and all?

"You call me sir." Winters replied.

"As I was saying he put two of each animal on there because he cares for them. Something that people today don't seem to share. And do you know what happened to the people of the world in that time period. Besides Noah and his family they all perished. Wiped out in a flood that lasted fourty days and nights. You see, Noah and his family were the only good people in the world those days, the rest were wicked. And God has no time for the wicked. Don't you see Winters, that's what I'm doing, wiping out the wicked people in the world, those who wish to cause this world harm. Me and Noah, we ain't to different."

By now Winters had long made up his mind that Jack was indeed clearly deranged. And his religious ideas clarified it. But Winters wasn't interested in Jack's messed up beliefs, he wanted to know about Elsa.

Jack knew it too. Jack could read it in his eyes. And Jack saw this as a opportunity to take control of this interview. Winters wanted to know about Elsa, he would tell all, and Jack would break him, just as he did her.

"You want to know about Elsa do you?"

"You don't speak her name!" Winters growled slamming his right palm on the table.

"Would you rather I call her Guardian name the Arctic wolf then?" Jack said, not the slightist bit fazed.

"What did you do to her!?" Winters yelled, getting up from his chair and starting to pace around Jack. Winters was trying to intimidate Jack, but Jack wasn't having any of it. Jack was the one in control here. "What did you do to my daughter? I know Elsa, she wouldn't have joined you unless you did something to her. What did you do?"

"Oh Winters I'm afraid you don't know your daughter as well as you would like to believe." Jack replied.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Winters asked

"You see your daughter as a little angel, incapable of any wrong doing. And that innocent painting has blinded you from seeing her as she truly is. You want to know how I got to her, I basically exposed her for who she truly is."

Jack could see that Winters was starting to sweat. Jack was getting to him, he knew it, so he continued.

"You see Winters, before she even joined the Guardians your daughter was the biggest fraud in all of the eastern part of U.S. You know her story about the Mayor Hans scandel? She paid those girls to manipulate Hans and get him to sleep with them. She solicited minors for sex, then framed Hans for the whole thing just to get Hans out of office."

"Your lying!" Winters growled.

"Oh Winters I'm a lot of things. But I'm no liar. I'm sure you still have the names of the girls from when the story broke, you can dial them up right now, I'm sure they'll be dieing to talk to you."

Winters hands were starting to quiver as he took the whole thing in, it couldn't be true it just couldn't.

"Your daughter was never a angel, revealing that to her and breaking her was easy. For you see Winters, she's not the only one in the family that has a dark secret."

"What do you mean?" Winters asked

"Tell me Winters, when was the last time you shared a romantic moment with your wife? Been a long time hasn't it? And it's because you was staying late at night in the office chasing me. Those late nights at home with no one to comfort can be hard on a woman."

"Your lying!" Winters screamed, slamming both hands on the ground hard. "She would never."

"Oh but she has been. For the past couple of months now. You should have been a better husband instead of putting all your focus chasing me."

By now Winters was fuming, Winters had lost control of this interrogation. But Jack wasn't done yet he still had one more person to expose.

"Oh and your younger daughter Anna, she ain't no princess either. You see poor Anna has gotten involved in the wrong crowd. Her boyfriend introduced her to marijana and since then she has been buying and selling it on the streets."

"STOP!" Winters snapped "Your lying! Stop it!"

"Now Winters what would I gain from lying? Everybody knows I'm the leader of the Guardians, I don't deny it. What possible purpose would I gain from lying? Your going to execute me anyway. Face it Winters, neither Elsa or the rest of your sweet family is what you believed them to be. And you Winters, are no better then the rest of your family."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Winters growled.

"Oh come on Winters, your a cop, surely you can't be that blind to your own wrong doing?" Jack said "I'm talking about when Elsa was in prison, you put a tracking chip in her skin. Then when me and the other Guardians came to break her out you didn't even intervene. You willingly let me and the other Guardians kill dozens of guards in cold blood while you sat back and did nothing. Even for a guy like me that's pretty cold."

"It was to track your location down, that is the only reason I let it happen." Winters protested.

"But still you willingly let dozens of people die without even a attempt to stop it. You know what that counts as Winters? Murder."

"I refuse to stand here and let a terrorist lecture me about murder."

"You can deny the truth all you want but that doesn't change a thing. You hate me because I'm a murderer, but by allowing those guards to be slaughtered you in yourself just commited a act of murder by purposally refusing to intervene. Tell me Winters, did any of those guards have family back home? A spouse and a kid or two waiting anxiously for them to come home only to find out to their horror that they were murdered in cold blood. How would they react if they find out that you Sergeant Winters had a chance to stop us when you could have but refused because you wanted Elsa to lead you to our lair and take us all down at once? Do you think they would see the plus side of taking me down? Or would they only see that you are responsible for their loved ones death by not doing shit? I'm no gambler Winter but if I was I'd bet that it would be the latter. Don't you see Winters, your hatred for me, and your obsession to try to stop me has caused you to become the thing you hate the most. And now you are just like me, a murderer."

That's it, Winters had all he could take.

"I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!" Winters screamed as he grabbed Jack by the collar and slammed him against the right wall, Jack had just made Winters snap. "YOU BRAINWASH PEOPLE, YOU MANIPULATE THEM, YOU CAUSE THEM TO COMMIT MASS MURDER!" Winters then started repeatably punching Jack in the face over and over again. He didn't even care if he beat him to death right then. Jack had drove him mad. "YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER!"

If it wasn't for Commissioner Stoick busting in and pulling Winters off of Jack he might have actually beat Jack to death. Stoick burst in and grabbed Winters by the shoulder and pulled him off while two other officers picked Jack up off the floor. His face covered in blood and sporting a couple of bruises on each cheek as well as a black eye.

"After convincing Elsa of her inner darkness, winning her over was easy." Jack said Not even swayed from his past beating. "All I had to do was show her the darkness of the world and how they treat its creation. You see Winters my one true talent," Jack then got real close and whispered in Winters' ear as the cops started leading him out "Is breaking people."

"Get him the fuck out of hear." Winters growled.

"You can't deny the truth Winters," Jack said as he was led out of the interrogation room. "It will always be there."

"You okay?" Stoick asked Winters once Jack was led out of the room. "I heard everything that he told you."

"No Stoick, I'm not okay" Winters said. He had too much to process, to much to take in. Winters went to the restroom and stood over the sink and stared silently at the mirror for a while. Was Jack right? Did Winters in his quest to bring Jack down result in him becoming the thing he hated most? He tried to deny it. Tried to pass it off as Jack just trying to get under his skin, but he couldn't. He did allow several innocent people to die that day. And no matter how much Winters tried to justify his actions he just couldn't. In a fit of rage Winters smashed the restroom mirror then sat down on the cold white tile and curled up in the fetal position. Then he buried his head in his knees and wept, overcome with the guilt of his past actions. Cause as much as he hated to admit it Jack was right about one thing.

He did kill those people.