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TORSO
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It was very late. Around midnight - and Jimmy Gambino was doing his greatest hobby. Playing a game of poker with his friends. He was obsessed, yes. He had been playing poker every night now for months and months. Staying out late and winning or losing in poker kept him alive and noticed. His comrades had nicknamed him "The Gambler". Tonight was a big game. This was his night and Jimmy was determined to win!
"Well, Jimmy, what d'ya bet tonight? Your wife? Kids?" His opponent taunted him. Jimmy just inhaled and replied, "you know I have none, you son of a bitch." He was angry he kept reminding him of his otherwise unhappy life. He lived on poker and that's all he had. He felt furious with him and suddenly he felt a fire in his eyes - he didn't want to win. he needed to win. I will show them that I am nobody to mess around with! "I am betting my shirt." he stated. His opponent nodded, pleased with the bet. He looked over his cards and smiled - the cards looked good!
The game was in full swing - it was two o'clock in the morning. Jimmy was tired but he didn't give up. His opponent was winning. Jimmy could see that and it made him even more determined. Sweat began to pour down his forehead. His opponent winked at his friends, his eyes saying, "See? I'm gonna win!" Jimmy wiped his forehead and his opponent laid the cards on the table. Jimmy could see the perfect score. He closed his eyes. Jimmy had lost.
His opponent leaned towards Jimmy and breathed into his face. "Well Jimmy, I wanna see your shirt here in five minutes." He sneered and Jimmy felt like punching him! He slowly nodded, beaten. He glanced at the door of the room. It was slightly ajar. People had stopped noticing him and he decided to do the unthinkable. Maybe he could keep his shirt, after all it was the last thing he had. He sneaked outside slowly, pausing every few seconds to make sure that nobody had noticed him.
He held his breath the whole time. When he was outside, he took of running. He shouldn't have done that, though. Soon after he had left the bar, he looked back quickly. There was a violent angry mob of twenty people, led by his opponent, Jack. These people turned into savages and ran after him, wielding axes and knifes. Jimmy caught his breath and ran as fast as he could.
It was almost twenty minutes since Jimmy had taken of running, the mob was slowly catching up with him and that made him nervous. He could see their crazed faces and he didn't want to imagine what they would do to him once they caught him. He looked back, the mob was taking him over. He pumped his legs faster, he couldn't do it anymore - he was tired. Somebody made a grab at him and that almost knocked him down. He looked back and saw a sharp axe falling down on his head. The other side of the axe (not the sharp edge) hit him in the neck and Jimmy fell forward, with the angry mob falling on top of him. He felt their force and cold sweat broke out on his face.
The mob tied him up and Jack, their leader, stood above Jimmy, who lay on the ground, dirty and sweaty. He was breathing hard. "So, Jimmy, you didn't wanna be fair right? You wanted to run off, breaking your bet? I'll show you how I punish jerks who don't keep bets." With that he swung his sharp axe, this time aiming with the blade. Jimmy's eyes widened as he saw the axe aimed at his legs. "Nooooooo!!" he cried as the axe chopped off his left leg. He cried and screamed with incredible pain. The blood spurted from his wound and covered everybody around. It even splashed on his face. He felt weak and squirmed wildly on the ground. The mob seemed to enjoy his torture. Jack laughed loudly. "This is just the beginning, Jimmy." Then he lifted his bloody axe again into the air. His hands were red with fresh blood. Jimmy still screamed, not paying attention to Jack's cruel words. When he saw the axe in the air again, he screamed as loud as he could. "Please somebody stop him!! Nooo!" He pleaded with the mob, but nobody moved. The axe struck down again and cut off Jimmy's right leg. The fresh blood flooded his entire body again. And the pain was twice as bad as before. He couldn't believe they would be able to do this to him - make him suffer so much! He clenched his hands, but the pain didn't go away. Within minutes he lay in a pool of blood.
Then the mob prepared for a final step. To make him stop screaming, Jack lifted his axe for one last strike and this time he hit his neck, as hard as he could. The head rolled on the ground and Jimmy blinked for the last time. Blood flowed out like a river from the headless neck. The mob wrapped him in a cellophane and quickly took off running back to the bar and Jimmy's body was left there to decay. This was the moment when Jimmy ceased being Jimmy and became Torso. Headless, legless - just torso, wrapped in pieces of cellophane.
Torso lifted itself up on its arms and picked up its rotting head. It left its legs where they were and trundled into the dark forest for some peace and quiet. It couldn't believe what had just happened - Jimmy had died and what was left of him? Just a torso that could barely move. It was probably invisible and nobody could ever communicate with it. All that he longed for now, was an eternal peace on earth.
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Few years later, there was a big commotion in front of the forest. Cyrus shouted at his team assistants to set up the cage for the capture of their second ghost, The Torso. "I need that torso!! I give don't give a shit about his legs, the torso is what I need!" He shouted and shouted and no wonder everybody was so fucking irritated that they all had terrible headaches. The energy coming from Torso was incredibly strong that Rafkin was suffering from a killer migraine. He saw flashes of violent images, a man running, screaming, fresh blood flowing thickly from his open neck wound. Rafkin winced. "That's him, that's Jimmy Gambino," he confirmed.
Latin spells started to be transmitted through the air. The Torso trundled out of the dark forest, holding its decapitated head. It moved slowly, no wonder for its legs had been chopped off. Torso walked into the containment cube slowly and reluctantly, but it was by far the least dangerous ghost. He didn't have any strength, how could he fight off such strong spells? As he walked into the cube, the doors shut tightly behind him and the second ghost had been captured!
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Author's Note: How did you like this chapter? Please tell me if it sucks or not. And if I got some facts about Jimmy wrong, please don't criticize me, because this is a FANFIC and I can write whatever I like right? ( Thanks for reading this FanFic.
It was very late. Around midnight - and Jimmy Gambino was doing his greatest hobby. Playing a game of poker with his friends. He was obsessed, yes. He had been playing poker every night now for months and months. Staying out late and winning or losing in poker kept him alive and noticed. His comrades had nicknamed him "The Gambler". Tonight was a big game. This was his night and Jimmy was determined to win!
"Well, Jimmy, what d'ya bet tonight? Your wife? Kids?" His opponent taunted him. Jimmy just inhaled and replied, "you know I have none, you son of a bitch." He was angry he kept reminding him of his otherwise unhappy life. He lived on poker and that's all he had. He felt furious with him and suddenly he felt a fire in his eyes - he didn't want to win. he needed to win. I will show them that I am nobody to mess around with! "I am betting my shirt." he stated. His opponent nodded, pleased with the bet. He looked over his cards and smiled - the cards looked good!
The game was in full swing - it was two o'clock in the morning. Jimmy was tired but he didn't give up. His opponent was winning. Jimmy could see that and it made him even more determined. Sweat began to pour down his forehead. His opponent winked at his friends, his eyes saying, "See? I'm gonna win!" Jimmy wiped his forehead and his opponent laid the cards on the table. Jimmy could see the perfect score. He closed his eyes. Jimmy had lost.
His opponent leaned towards Jimmy and breathed into his face. "Well Jimmy, I wanna see your shirt here in five minutes." He sneered and Jimmy felt like punching him! He slowly nodded, beaten. He glanced at the door of the room. It was slightly ajar. People had stopped noticing him and he decided to do the unthinkable. Maybe he could keep his shirt, after all it was the last thing he had. He sneaked outside slowly, pausing every few seconds to make sure that nobody had noticed him.
He held his breath the whole time. When he was outside, he took of running. He shouldn't have done that, though. Soon after he had left the bar, he looked back quickly. There was a violent angry mob of twenty people, led by his opponent, Jack. These people turned into savages and ran after him, wielding axes and knifes. Jimmy caught his breath and ran as fast as he could.
It was almost twenty minutes since Jimmy had taken of running, the mob was slowly catching up with him and that made him nervous. He could see their crazed faces and he didn't want to imagine what they would do to him once they caught him. He looked back, the mob was taking him over. He pumped his legs faster, he couldn't do it anymore - he was tired. Somebody made a grab at him and that almost knocked him down. He looked back and saw a sharp axe falling down on his head. The other side of the axe (not the sharp edge) hit him in the neck and Jimmy fell forward, with the angry mob falling on top of him. He felt their force and cold sweat broke out on his face.
The mob tied him up and Jack, their leader, stood above Jimmy, who lay on the ground, dirty and sweaty. He was breathing hard. "So, Jimmy, you didn't wanna be fair right? You wanted to run off, breaking your bet? I'll show you how I punish jerks who don't keep bets." With that he swung his sharp axe, this time aiming with the blade. Jimmy's eyes widened as he saw the axe aimed at his legs. "Nooooooo!!" he cried as the axe chopped off his left leg. He cried and screamed with incredible pain. The blood spurted from his wound and covered everybody around. It even splashed on his face. He felt weak and squirmed wildly on the ground. The mob seemed to enjoy his torture. Jack laughed loudly. "This is just the beginning, Jimmy." Then he lifted his bloody axe again into the air. His hands were red with fresh blood. Jimmy still screamed, not paying attention to Jack's cruel words. When he saw the axe in the air again, he screamed as loud as he could. "Please somebody stop him!! Nooo!" He pleaded with the mob, but nobody moved. The axe struck down again and cut off Jimmy's right leg. The fresh blood flooded his entire body again. And the pain was twice as bad as before. He couldn't believe they would be able to do this to him - make him suffer so much! He clenched his hands, but the pain didn't go away. Within minutes he lay in a pool of blood.
Then the mob prepared for a final step. To make him stop screaming, Jack lifted his axe for one last strike and this time he hit his neck, as hard as he could. The head rolled on the ground and Jimmy blinked for the last time. Blood flowed out like a river from the headless neck. The mob wrapped him in a cellophane and quickly took off running back to the bar and Jimmy's body was left there to decay. This was the moment when Jimmy ceased being Jimmy and became Torso. Headless, legless - just torso, wrapped in pieces of cellophane.
Torso lifted itself up on its arms and picked up its rotting head. It left its legs where they were and trundled into the dark forest for some peace and quiet. It couldn't believe what had just happened - Jimmy had died and what was left of him? Just a torso that could barely move. It was probably invisible and nobody could ever communicate with it. All that he longed for now, was an eternal peace on earth.
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Few years later, there was a big commotion in front of the forest. Cyrus shouted at his team assistants to set up the cage for the capture of their second ghost, The Torso. "I need that torso!! I give don't give a shit about his legs, the torso is what I need!" He shouted and shouted and no wonder everybody was so fucking irritated that they all had terrible headaches. The energy coming from Torso was incredibly strong that Rafkin was suffering from a killer migraine. He saw flashes of violent images, a man running, screaming, fresh blood flowing thickly from his open neck wound. Rafkin winced. "That's him, that's Jimmy Gambino," he confirmed.
Latin spells started to be transmitted through the air. The Torso trundled out of the dark forest, holding its decapitated head. It moved slowly, no wonder for its legs had been chopped off. Torso walked into the containment cube slowly and reluctantly, but it was by far the least dangerous ghost. He didn't have any strength, how could he fight off such strong spells? As he walked into the cube, the doors shut tightly behind him and the second ghost had been captured!
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Author's Note: How did you like this chapter? Please tell me if it sucks or not. And if I got some facts about Jimmy wrong, please don't criticize me, because this is a FANFIC and I can write whatever I like right? ( Thanks for reading this FanFic.