Chapter 7
"Is Jack here? I'm gonna kill him!" Shawn forced his way into the apartment. Rachel stumbled back, startled.
"Uh, no. No, Jack's not here," she lied. "What's wrong, Shawn. Why are you so upset?"
"Because Jack is nuts! He's lost it! Can't you see how insane he's been acting?" Shawn paced the floor trying to think of where to look for Jack next.
"Yeah, he's been strange, but he's traumatized... he discovered his true feelings for his best friend the same day he lost him... cut him some slack." Rachel folded her arms with a scowl.
"Rachel, c'mon... he was there when Topanga fell down the stairs at the library, he KILLED Corey, I think he's going after Angela..." Rachel froze.
"What do you mean 'he killed Corey'?" Rachel felt her stomach drop to her feet.
"My best friend is dead! Nobody knew that he was home except his parents, and I found him in his apartment... DEAD!" Shawn stopped pacing and looked at Rachel. She had gone from pink to pale. She looked as if she might vomit for all she was worth.
"Rach, listen to me," Shawn grabbed Rachel by her arms. "If Jack comes home, call me right away. I don't want anything to happen to you or Angela." Rachel nodded as her swollen eyes released their pent up river of tears.
"I'm gonna go see if I can find him so just stay here and wait, kay?" Again, Rachel nodded obsequiously. Shawn headed out the door, leaving Rachel to lock it behind him, sniffing and rubbing her eyes.
"What was that about?" Jack walked groggily out of the bedroom.
"Jack, come sit down for a minute," Rachel sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. Jack wandered over to the couch and sat by Rachel.
"Did you know that Corey is dead?" Rachel's voice broke as she spoke.
"I figured, he was unconscious when I left." Rachel let out a little yelp of terror and surprise at Jack's admission. Fresh tears brimmed upon her eyelids.
"...so you DID kill him..." Rachel whispered in spite of her growing horror.
"Of course not! He attacked ME! He came at me like some crazed loon and I dodged him, then he fell into the coffee table. I left before he could get up and come after me." Jack stated matter-of-factly. Rachel pressed her clasped hands against her pursed lips and thought.
"...and Topanga? Did you hurt her?" Rachel bit her lip, hoping it wasn't true.
"No way. Rach, I saw her and even talked to her that morning, but I didn't touch her, I swear." Jack drew an 'X' across his bare chest with his finger. Despite the circumstances, she fawned over him in her mind, letting her eyes wander for a moment over his tanned and well defined body. She snapped back to reality with a start.
"I don't understand, why does Shawn think you are out to get Angela then?" Rachel stood and began to pace.
"I dunno. He's probably upset about Corey. I was a little crazy when Eric... was gone," Jack hesitated.
"Yeah, that has to be it. He's distraught about Corey..." Rachel told herself out loud. "But earlier..." Rachel's mind continued to reel. "Earlier you said that you had to talk to Ang-" Rachel's question was cut short by a phone ring. Then another. Jack stood up and glanced at the caller ID:
Feeney, George
Jack picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
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"Jack, is that you?" Angela asked innocently. "I'm glad I caught you, you little shit-sniffer... no, YOU shut up, and listen good, you ass-lickin' homo. I don't know what you did or said to get Shawn all riled up, but you better think AGAIN about trying to drive a wedge between him and me. We were together before your fairy-ass half-bastardness came into his life and we will be together while you're on your way out, so leave us alone. I'm tired of your little butt-humpin' dramas and your pathetic, faggot-lovin' sob stories about Eric. The cocksuckin' dumb-ass is dead... deal with it. So do yourself a favor and stop pretendin' to want dick when you're livin' with a chick." Angela slammed the phone down and grinned.
"Mr. Feeney?" Angela poked her head out of the guestroom and began to head down the stairs. "Mr. Feeney?" she called again to the living room.
"I'm here, Angela," George announced from the kitchen.
"Oh, there you are!" she produced one of her famous, innocent grins. "I need to run to the library to meet some friends; I should be back in a bit."
"Is that a good idea? I thought that your staying here was about some kind of emergency?"
"It is. My room... is... infested, and I can't sleep there," she cajoled.
"I see. Well, if Shawn comes back by, I'll tell him that you're there," George smiled.
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Jack's eyes watered with angry tears as he set the phone down.
"What's wrong, who was that?" Rachel asked.
"Nobody... I've gotta go to the store, I'll be right back." Jack stood up and went into the bedroom. He slipped a shirt on, a pair of pants and some sandals before grabbing his keys on the way out the door.
Jack sped down the road en-route to George's home, wiping tears from his eyes as they persistently returned. "I'm gonna get that whore," Jack muttered as he drove. As he approached George's driveway he noticed a familiar figure walking not more than a half block ahead of him.
Angela.
A bus passed him before he could merge back onto the street. Angela arrived at the bus stop as the bus pulled over to the shoulder of the road. She didn't notice Jack in his car, waiting patiently behind the bus, watching her board.
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"Shawn, its Rachel. Jack left here a few minutes ago..."
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Shawn raced down the road and skidded into George's driveway. He jumped out of the car and opened the kitchen door. "Where's Angela?"
"She left about ten minutes ago to take the bus to meet some friends at the library..."
"NO... DAMMIT!" Shawn yelled.
"So you already know... I'm sorry, Shawn," George gave Shawn a comforting pat on the shoulder.
"Know what, Mr. Feeney?" Shawn looked panicked yet puzzled.
"Oh, well... I don't know how to say this... Mr. and Mrs. Matthews phoned from the hospital. Topanga passed away nearly an hour ago. She died in emergency surgery... I thought you knew." Shawn slammed the door behind him as he left.
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Jack followed the bus until it finally approached the library bus depot. It signaled and slowed. The doors swung opened to let out the passengers destined for that particular stop. As the bus slowly pulled away from the curb, Jack could clearly see Angela heading away from him to cross the street at the corner just ahead. "You're gonna die like Eric did, only worse, YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!" Jacked screamed. He gently accelerated until he was about thirty feet from her. He stepped on the gas and lurched up onto the sidewalk, bearing down on Angela. A couple of people jumped out of his way, a few screamed. Angela turned around, just as the front bumper came in contact with her left shin, smashing her legs beneath the car. Her head came down hard on top of the hood as the grill caught her hip and rib cage, breaking and tearing cartilage, bone and skin. After Angela bounced off the hood, she slid down the front of the vehicle and rolled under the driver side tires. The tires tread speed-bumped over her as it pummeled her thighs and crushed her chest. Angela lay on the sidewalk, gasping for air, trying to inflate lungs that were slowly filling with blood. She choked as blood shot from her mouth and nostrils. Strangers gathered around her, helpless to assist her as she slowly drowned in her own blood. She gazed glassy-eyed up into the sky fighting for her last breath that would not come.
Jack checked the rearview mirror to verify that Angela was down for the count. An impious grin played upon his lips, "Now you know how Eric felt, you bitch." Jack returned his attention ahead of him just as he crashed into a traffic light. The steering wheel and column absorbed most of the impact from Jack's unbelted body, crushing his chest and abdomen. The front end of the car crumpled under the sudden impact. After the car came to a stand still Jack slid sideways from the wheel over onto the seat next to him. He smiled a little as single thread of drool and blood escaped the corner of his mouth; he struggled to suck in breath.
"Eric, I did it... take me home now... I... love you." Jack closed his eyes and drifted off into the blackness that enveloped him. It seemed an eternity until rapidly, everything grew brighter around him. It finally became bright enough for him to recognize his surroundings. He was standing by the front door back at the apartment, only it was clearer, somehow more real and vivid. Everything was in its place, just like it used to be. He looked at his arms and felt his chest. He was whole again.
"Jack? Jack, are you home? I've been waiting for you!" a voice called out from the bedroom. He began to hear music playing quietly; he recognized Elton John's singing immediately. It was one of Eric's favorite songs: Original Sin.
"Eric? Is that you?" Jack's eyes welled up with tears, more from the fear that he was hallucinating or dreaming again.
"You're not dreaming! Now, get in here, I have something for you..." Eric echoed. Jack chuckled as he wiped the tears away from his cheeks before rushing into the bedroom that now belonged to both of them. Forever.
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Finished! Whoa, that was A LOT better than my previous attempt at an ending. The few of you that caught the OTHER ending, keep it to yourselves! ;) (It was REALLY that bad) Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Now on to bigger, better, newer things!
Trey
"Is Jack here? I'm gonna kill him!" Shawn forced his way into the apartment. Rachel stumbled back, startled.
"Uh, no. No, Jack's not here," she lied. "What's wrong, Shawn. Why are you so upset?"
"Because Jack is nuts! He's lost it! Can't you see how insane he's been acting?" Shawn paced the floor trying to think of where to look for Jack next.
"Yeah, he's been strange, but he's traumatized... he discovered his true feelings for his best friend the same day he lost him... cut him some slack." Rachel folded her arms with a scowl.
"Rachel, c'mon... he was there when Topanga fell down the stairs at the library, he KILLED Corey, I think he's going after Angela..." Rachel froze.
"What do you mean 'he killed Corey'?" Rachel felt her stomach drop to her feet.
"My best friend is dead! Nobody knew that he was home except his parents, and I found him in his apartment... DEAD!" Shawn stopped pacing and looked at Rachel. She had gone from pink to pale. She looked as if she might vomit for all she was worth.
"Rach, listen to me," Shawn grabbed Rachel by her arms. "If Jack comes home, call me right away. I don't want anything to happen to you or Angela." Rachel nodded as her swollen eyes released their pent up river of tears.
"I'm gonna go see if I can find him so just stay here and wait, kay?" Again, Rachel nodded obsequiously. Shawn headed out the door, leaving Rachel to lock it behind him, sniffing and rubbing her eyes.
"What was that about?" Jack walked groggily out of the bedroom.
"Jack, come sit down for a minute," Rachel sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. Jack wandered over to the couch and sat by Rachel.
"Did you know that Corey is dead?" Rachel's voice broke as she spoke.
"I figured, he was unconscious when I left." Rachel let out a little yelp of terror and surprise at Jack's admission. Fresh tears brimmed upon her eyelids.
"...so you DID kill him..." Rachel whispered in spite of her growing horror.
"Of course not! He attacked ME! He came at me like some crazed loon and I dodged him, then he fell into the coffee table. I left before he could get up and come after me." Jack stated matter-of-factly. Rachel pressed her clasped hands against her pursed lips and thought.
"...and Topanga? Did you hurt her?" Rachel bit her lip, hoping it wasn't true.
"No way. Rach, I saw her and even talked to her that morning, but I didn't touch her, I swear." Jack drew an 'X' across his bare chest with his finger. Despite the circumstances, she fawned over him in her mind, letting her eyes wander for a moment over his tanned and well defined body. She snapped back to reality with a start.
"I don't understand, why does Shawn think you are out to get Angela then?" Rachel stood and began to pace.
"I dunno. He's probably upset about Corey. I was a little crazy when Eric... was gone," Jack hesitated.
"Yeah, that has to be it. He's distraught about Corey..." Rachel told herself out loud. "But earlier..." Rachel's mind continued to reel. "Earlier you said that you had to talk to Ang-" Rachel's question was cut short by a phone ring. Then another. Jack stood up and glanced at the caller ID:
Feeney, George
Jack picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
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"Jack, is that you?" Angela asked innocently. "I'm glad I caught you, you little shit-sniffer... no, YOU shut up, and listen good, you ass-lickin' homo. I don't know what you did or said to get Shawn all riled up, but you better think AGAIN about trying to drive a wedge between him and me. We were together before your fairy-ass half-bastardness came into his life and we will be together while you're on your way out, so leave us alone. I'm tired of your little butt-humpin' dramas and your pathetic, faggot-lovin' sob stories about Eric. The cocksuckin' dumb-ass is dead... deal with it. So do yourself a favor and stop pretendin' to want dick when you're livin' with a chick." Angela slammed the phone down and grinned.
"Mr. Feeney?" Angela poked her head out of the guestroom and began to head down the stairs. "Mr. Feeney?" she called again to the living room.
"I'm here, Angela," George announced from the kitchen.
"Oh, there you are!" she produced one of her famous, innocent grins. "I need to run to the library to meet some friends; I should be back in a bit."
"Is that a good idea? I thought that your staying here was about some kind of emergency?"
"It is. My room... is... infested, and I can't sleep there," she cajoled.
"I see. Well, if Shawn comes back by, I'll tell him that you're there," George smiled.
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Jack's eyes watered with angry tears as he set the phone down.
"What's wrong, who was that?" Rachel asked.
"Nobody... I've gotta go to the store, I'll be right back." Jack stood up and went into the bedroom. He slipped a shirt on, a pair of pants and some sandals before grabbing his keys on the way out the door.
Jack sped down the road en-route to George's home, wiping tears from his eyes as they persistently returned. "I'm gonna get that whore," Jack muttered as he drove. As he approached George's driveway he noticed a familiar figure walking not more than a half block ahead of him.
Angela.
A bus passed him before he could merge back onto the street. Angela arrived at the bus stop as the bus pulled over to the shoulder of the road. She didn't notice Jack in his car, waiting patiently behind the bus, watching her board.
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"Shawn, its Rachel. Jack left here a few minutes ago..."
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Shawn raced down the road and skidded into George's driveway. He jumped out of the car and opened the kitchen door. "Where's Angela?"
"She left about ten minutes ago to take the bus to meet some friends at the library..."
"NO... DAMMIT!" Shawn yelled.
"So you already know... I'm sorry, Shawn," George gave Shawn a comforting pat on the shoulder.
"Know what, Mr. Feeney?" Shawn looked panicked yet puzzled.
"Oh, well... I don't know how to say this... Mr. and Mrs. Matthews phoned from the hospital. Topanga passed away nearly an hour ago. She died in emergency surgery... I thought you knew." Shawn slammed the door behind him as he left.
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Jack followed the bus until it finally approached the library bus depot. It signaled and slowed. The doors swung opened to let out the passengers destined for that particular stop. As the bus slowly pulled away from the curb, Jack could clearly see Angela heading away from him to cross the street at the corner just ahead. "You're gonna die like Eric did, only worse, YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!" Jacked screamed. He gently accelerated until he was about thirty feet from her. He stepped on the gas and lurched up onto the sidewalk, bearing down on Angela. A couple of people jumped out of his way, a few screamed. Angela turned around, just as the front bumper came in contact with her left shin, smashing her legs beneath the car. Her head came down hard on top of the hood as the grill caught her hip and rib cage, breaking and tearing cartilage, bone and skin. After Angela bounced off the hood, she slid down the front of the vehicle and rolled under the driver side tires. The tires tread speed-bumped over her as it pummeled her thighs and crushed her chest. Angela lay on the sidewalk, gasping for air, trying to inflate lungs that were slowly filling with blood. She choked as blood shot from her mouth and nostrils. Strangers gathered around her, helpless to assist her as she slowly drowned in her own blood. She gazed glassy-eyed up into the sky fighting for her last breath that would not come.
Jack checked the rearview mirror to verify that Angela was down for the count. An impious grin played upon his lips, "Now you know how Eric felt, you bitch." Jack returned his attention ahead of him just as he crashed into a traffic light. The steering wheel and column absorbed most of the impact from Jack's unbelted body, crushing his chest and abdomen. The front end of the car crumpled under the sudden impact. After the car came to a stand still Jack slid sideways from the wheel over onto the seat next to him. He smiled a little as single thread of drool and blood escaped the corner of his mouth; he struggled to suck in breath.
"Eric, I did it... take me home now... I... love you." Jack closed his eyes and drifted off into the blackness that enveloped him. It seemed an eternity until rapidly, everything grew brighter around him. It finally became bright enough for him to recognize his surroundings. He was standing by the front door back at the apartment, only it was clearer, somehow more real and vivid. Everything was in its place, just like it used to be. He looked at his arms and felt his chest. He was whole again.
"Jack? Jack, are you home? I've been waiting for you!" a voice called out from the bedroom. He began to hear music playing quietly; he recognized Elton John's singing immediately. It was one of Eric's favorite songs: Original Sin.
"Eric? Is that you?" Jack's eyes welled up with tears, more from the fear that he was hallucinating or dreaming again.
"You're not dreaming! Now, get in here, I have something for you..." Eric echoed. Jack chuckled as he wiped the tears away from his cheeks before rushing into the bedroom that now belonged to both of them. Forever.
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Finished! Whoa, that was A LOT better than my previous attempt at an ending. The few of you that caught the OTHER ending, keep it to yourselves! ;) (It was REALLY that bad) Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Now on to bigger, better, newer things!
Trey