Yeah, in a way I despise the previous chapter… Oh well, now for awesome. This is probably my second favorite chapter. Guess what? This is the last chapter until the final stand, which will last about two chapters, then there's the epilogue which is about 3 or 4 chapters, so I'm almost done! :'D As always; make sure your ant farm doesn't become self-aware, and enjoy!

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The large man let out a battle cry and charged towards Jackson, who dodged it with relative ease. This shocked him, as no one had ever dodged an attack from him. Worse still, he kept dodging his attacks successfully without even throwing a punch himself.

"Aren't you going to fight like a man, coward?" he tried taunting him.

"The only coward I see around here is you." Jackson suppressed a grin as Saxton charged at him again, only to hit a wall, successfully breaking his left wrist.

"Whatever, I don't need two hands to kill you." He grunted, grasping his injury for a moment.

"You can try." A certain bitterness mixed with sarcasm rolled off his tongue.

Saxton continued to charge, punch, kick, etc. and Jackson continued dodging each attack perfectly, using the minimum amount of energy to do so. Once the giant was worn out, Jackson walked nonchalantly up to him and delivered a powerful punch to the face, knocking him back a couple of feet.

"What's the matter? Run out of steam?" Jackson taunted coldly, kicking him in the ribs.

"H-how-?" Saxton felt something he hadn't ever experienced; fear.

"I've been planning this for fourteen years." Blood-thirst showed through Jackson's eyes, "I know everything about you; your weaknesses, your goals, your fears."

"I'm not afraid of anything," He struggled to his feet, holding his ribs, "obsessive freak."

"Y'know, after you're called a freak eight-hundred times, you kinda get used to it." He said calmly as he delivered a side kick to his already-broken ribs, causing him to double over again, once he was down, he pulled out his kukri, ready to deliver the final strike, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this…"

Just before he stabbed him, he noticed Martin leaning against a crate, just staring at them, and then he looked down at Saxton, and simply dropped the blade and turned around.

"Aren't you going to finish me off, coward?" Saxton called over to him as he started to walk away, "And you call yourself an Australian."

Jackson paused for a moment before turning around, "I've spent 14 years hating you, thinking of what to do when I finally come face-to-face with you. I've planned every detail, every moment, every breath. I thought that once you were dead, my life would suddenly be perfect. That all of my problems would suddenly disappear. That you were the source of my problems. But now that I see you, actually see you, I realize you aren't worth it. There's nothing to you at all is there? You're just an overgrown bully with good publicity. You don't care about your company, or your country, all you care about is how you look. You're afraid that if you let yourself show weakness, show mercy, people won't like you, and without that, you're absolutely nothing. Without someone telling you that you're the best, you'd just wither away, lost in history. That's what you're afraid of the most, isn't it, big guy? Now that I see you, I can't believe how stupid I was. Even though I want to take all of my anger out on you, to see your brains spattered against that wall, because, frankly, the world would be better without you. I'm not going to kill you though; I'm not even going to watch you suffer. Because I'm not like you, I'm not some moron who solves all his problems with murder; I was, but not anymore. You aren't worth it. You may think you are, but you aren't. Come on, Martin, let's go."

As Jackson began to leave, Saxton Hale let out a roar and charged at him one last time, pinning him, face first, to a vat filled with a yellow glowing liquid, "You're going to regret that!" he cried out as his fist flew towards Jackson's face. At the last second, Jackson ducked down so that his fist punctured the vat. Everything froze for a moment before Saxton, realizing what he just did, grinned, "If I'm going down, you're going down with me." Jackson slipped out of his grip for a split second, but found himself in a headlock, his body was behind Saxton, but his face was completely exposed.

There was a large flash of light, followed by a deafening boom, and then everything went dark. Jackson's eyes began burning, and when he opened them there was nothing but black. His knees started to grow weak, and he almost fell into the molten liquid but Martin grabbed him before he could.

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When Jackson regained consciousness the world was still dark, but he could feel a gentle breeze and sunlight.

"Are you okay?" He felt Martin's hand on his shoulder.

"I-I think so." A surge of panic rushed through him, and he stood up and began stumbling around, "W-where am I? What happened?"

"Calm down," Martin grabbed his shoulder, "Can you see?"

"N-no." his heart began beating faster and faster.

"Okay, we're going to find the others now, just stay close to me and everything will be alright."