Aww! All you people liked the story!!! (I think you could call it that….) Any ay yes there is a pretty long chapter on my favorite coughthejackalcoughcoughjuggernautcougcoughhammercough. So you want me to give you a chappie on The Jackal? Sure, but you have to wait though because I'm going in order, for when umm what's-her-name? Kalina? Told Arthur about the ghosts in the library in the movie. So sorry Juggernaut fans, since he's the last one. (Don't you love that man, the ghost I mean.) Any way this chappie took kinda a long time to type, well the first introductory thing was a piece of cake but then to try to figure out how the Torso died… now if you're doing something like this please don't think how did someone die when you're trying to sleep, its awfully disturbing… truly. I was laying on my bed trying to imagine every detail of how someone got their legs cut off and then the body was wrapped in plastic…I was having these odd dreams and then, the most scariest nightmare… Since when did we give the ghosts names? Royce? Oh well what am I going to do? The last chappie was choppy, sorry about that but I was thinking on how the Torso died… quite disturbing. It can't be himself, because who wants to cut off both legs and wrap the body in plastic wrap? (What a waste of plastic wrap…) And the Juggernaut? Jeez make him a serial killed and get shot by the shoot-a-sister-forty-one-times NYPD and CIA and the FBI and the LAPD? Nah… Too common…. Ok I'm gonna stop babbling even though you probably stopped reading this halfway through and started yelling at me to stop talking and get on with the story? Thought so…
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The Torso nice name
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Nancy Brown always attracted the boy's eyes no matter what she did, her eyes didn't help either.
They were a unique gray-green color. Everywhere she when boys would whistle at her, embarrass her.
She managed to get rid of all the whistles when she was in sophomore year. Then the new guy came in and totally ruined her life. AN: nothing to do with the Torso but this is only the intro. A very long one too.
His name was Jonathan LeMay, he literally made the girls draw they breath when they looked at him. He had big blue eyes and a muscular build a fair complexion, and a nose that looked like it was made by artistic hands. He said he was a transfer student but after that he didn't say much.
When he arrived Nancy heard him come into the world studies class but didn't look up from her quiz. When n she heard the girls gasp quietly she looked up and her mouth nearly dropped open.
He was gorgeous!
Nancy One: Oh my God girl he's so hot you have to have him! C'mon at least give him a little test! You know, to see if the guy's a gentleman if he stares at your butt and your boobs kick his gorgeous butt and tell him not to mess with you if he pinches our butt!
Nancy two: No you know how he's gonna react when he sees you walk down the hall. He's probably gonna join in with the boys when thy start whistling. Its obvious what's he gonna do Nancy!
Nancy, being the seventies, chose Nancy One.
Nancy walked down the hall for lunch and waited for the whistling to start. He black hair shone and swished around her head.
"Whoa! Hot baby!" a voice she recognized hollered.
She turned her head to her left and saw them staring at her butt and breasts. Sal and his buddies where whistling now.
Sal made a motion with his hands pretending to hold her breasts in his hands.
Nancy turned her head to look straight ahead.
It didn't help that her mother bought her the tightest pants and shirts
She walked to her locker and tried to open the lock.
She didn't realize that the new guy had the empty locker right next to hers.
"Hi" he said
"Uh huh"
"Name's Jonathan."
"Whatever"
"What's wrong? Oh, its those guys right?"
Silence from Nancy.
"C'mon you can talk to me."
"Really? I don't know, means I don't have to."
"Gimme a chance."
Why was he pleading with her? If he was going to become annoying like those other guys then he has already failed.
But he passed it! A voice in the back of her head yelled at her.
"They do that everyday." Nancy heard herself say.
WHAT??!!! Did I really say that?
"Why?"
Nancy shrugged letting out small sigh.
"Come to lunch with me."
Nancy stopped
Huh? Did he just invite me to lunch?
"O-o-k" she stammered looking up from her locker and into his eyes.
She closed her locker and followed him.
"Can you show me around?"
"Yeah."
A.N: pointless conversation. Example: "Here's the preschool room, the little kids love that teacher. " "Why?" "I don't know, maybe she's nicer that the other teachers. The little demons…"
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Lunch
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Nancy laughed hysterically as he blushed.
"I didn't know that pill would do so much! I swear!!! Besides it looked just like a Advil bottle, I didn't read 'Extreme Arousal!'"
Nancy laughing so hard, that she couldn't eat her lunch put her head on the table at the funny story between his confusion of a headache pill and a Viagra pill.
"Are-Are you trying to kill me!" Nancy managed to gasp out.
"I didn't know that it would strike you as that funny."
"Seventh Period!" the booming voice of Mr. Rennalds roared.
"Oh well I'll see ya later." Nancy said.
"Ditto."
AN: Right… I promise that the next chapter will not be as choppy as this one! See I don't know what a perfect relation ship looks, and feels like. And this comes from a girl that hasn't had her fist kiss, or date… if you mention this to anybody *pulls out flame sniper. * I will torture slowly and painfully. Ok I'm gonna drop you off at… lemme see… the End of the End of the Perfect Relationship. I bet you didn't get that.
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College: Nancy 17 years old. Jon: 18
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Nancy tried to concentrate on her polynomials.
Jesus! After the teacher explained it she thought of it as easy.
Alight knock on her door drew her attention but her eyes landed on a picture next o the door.
It was Her and Jonathan. Jon, she called him.
They were hugging on the beach looking at the sunset.
The memory made her feel butterflies on her stomach.
Another loud knock made her jump.
"Nancy?" Jon's voice asked.
"Hold on." she called.
And walked to the door and opened to reveal a six foot tall Jon. He leaned down and gave her a kiss, and walked inside.
They had their usual coffee and doughnuts. It's the seventies! my mom told me, that this was a much as the seventies romanticism.
They talked and Nancy told him about the polynomials
"Oh, I'm having trouble with that too…"
Nancy walked to Jon and looked into his eyes.
He stood up, his chest brushing against hers.
They stood there, not moving a muscle savoring the feel of having each other so close.
"Love me Jon."
His eyes looked questionably at hers.
She leaned forward and on her tip toes, and gave him a kiss.
And with that, Jon immediately pulled her to him, enclosing her in his embrace, and they both experienced the most unbelievable feelings for each other.
*This thing was sixteen pages long and they were deleted, because of …ahem… love scenes in the section, but since that did fit in the 'thing' I had to erase them. Sorry Adam but this thing just didn't fit the plot, if it had any…*
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The room strongly smelled of oak, lust, wine and Jon put together and it was the most pleasant scent to her senses.
Nancy lay there, looking up at he ceiling, and looked at Jon's pillow.
A white rose lay there with a note.
Hey, I have a game and I have to go
early to practice so sorry
I can't stay long!
Love: Jon
Nancy smiled.
He was always sweet. And then she looked at her clock.
"Oh no!"
It was the midterms with biology, and that was her first class. She was fifteen minutes late.
She jumped up feeling a small pain on her stomach but ignored it.
She dressed on ran to the biology room, and walked to the teacher and gave a the quick-n-lame-I-overslept explanation of why she was late.
The teacher didn't buy it and she earned a demerit.
She sat down to face the midterm biology test.
She could hardly answer any of the questions.
Focus! she yelled at herself silently.
She looked up and down at the paper and answered the question.
She gulped. One test failed… but it was worth it.
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After the results of the test came back Nancy nearly fainted when she saw her score.
A big fat 67%
But she still passed.
She passed but with not a good score.
Jon fixed it and spent the other night giving their bodies to one another
After that, five weeks later, she stared feeling weird. And she got the weirdest desire to throw up and sit and faint.
She went o a friend but she didn't know.
She walked out of her dorm and ran to the quick stop right around the corner.
She walked along looking at hair dye and make up. Nancy walked to next aisle and froze her heart frozen at the two sights that lay right in front of her.
It was the shampoo bottles and the pregnancy tests
The minute she set her eyes on them she knew it. She was having a baby.
The second sight she refused to believe and her heart threatened to break.
It was Jon and he was…No it couldn't be! He wouldn't do that to her!
He was kissing another girl! Romantically. Unlike how he kissed her.
His body was presses against the girl's his hips grinding against hers.
She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Jon?" Nancy whispered
His head snapped her direction.
His eyes widened when he saw Nancy looking at him with a horrified expression.
"Nancy!"
She stood there, her heart cracking, and turning to ice cold stone.
"Hey!" the girl protested
"Nancy!"
She stood there watching him run to her.
When he grabbed her arms, and tried to kiss her. She moved away and said in a cold voice, "Don't touch me."
She walked away from him her eyes on the pregnancy tests, the girl, with a disgusted cry slapped Jon, and went to Nancy.
Nancy picked up a test and with a glance at Jon she walked of, to the register, paid, and left the store completely.
When the principal learned that Nancy was having a baby, the college had a rule against that and they expelled her, shattering all her dreams of becoming a genetic scientist.
They left her at her home where her father ,disgraced, disowned her and kicked her out. Her mother pleading to give her a second chance.
But her father refused to, he now believed that his daughter was a slut.
She became one, just to feed Jon's child, Sean.
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"Sean will you get your lazy butt down here and give me a hand?" Nancy screeched
Sean busy writing book for himself stopped and walked down with a sigh.
"Mom you know I'm trying to get this published"
"Publish my ass, you're just trying to stop doing you chores. Now help Michelle get done with her homework."
"Yeah believe what you want, but I'm gonna get this published whether you like it or not."
"Watch you mouth you ungrateful little-"
"MOM!" A girl with short brown hair and blue eyes stepped in the room carrying a paper.
"The principal said you have to get this signed."
"What now?"
Sean took the note and read it.
He sighed.
"You should read it," he said
He handed the note to Nancy.
When Nancy read it, she started yelling.
"'Your child, Courtney, has been suspended for 20 days for being caught with Drugs, Marijuana. Please come for a parent/student/teacher conference tomorrow,
Principal Silvers ' What did I teach you about! Drugs! Who gave them to you? How dare you use them"
Sean backed slowly out of the kitchen and in to his room.
He was tired of living here, in the worst apartment in town, the school they went to didn't even know the meaning of books.
All they did was throw spitballs at teacher, and yell out terrible curses at the teacher.
Sean went to the living room and walked over his small sister, opened the door and got the mail.
There was a letter for him.
He opened it, and read, 'Dear Sean, you may not notice this but we have been watching, waiting for a good author to appear out of this mod of people who don't understand the meaning of a good book. Why do we say this, if you have read, Moby Dick, you should know. Please meet us at 4567 W Fullerton ave. so you can sign our contract and to publish you book. Sincerely, Penguin Putnam, book publishers. Ps, please brig all of your written copies of your book. By September 6.'
Sean read this and felt tingles all over.
September sixth. Two days from today.
He had to appear as important and well groomed.
Sean ran to his room and pulled out his best suit and frowned.
He hadn't washed it since the last time he had put it on.
He ran to his little secret drawer, and opened it up. No one could find that drawer, he discovered it recently. His mom didn't know about it, neither did Courtney. He stored all his money there, from his job as a pizza deliverer and baker and he also worked at the cashier at Jewel Osco.
He counted his money and found that he had, one thousand four hundred and ninety-eight dollars, (1,498).
He had enough to buy himself and old computer but he didn't dare.
His mother would most likely start yelling at him for being ungrateful and selfish. They needed money, his mother had the worst job… if you could call that a job, to stand on a street corner and wait for some guy to spend the night with her for money.
Even Courtney had a job. She pretended to be eighteen and worked as a maid in one of the big houses.
Sean walked to the cyclone that was his mother yelling g at his sister.
"Mom!"
"What?!!!"
He walked to her and gave her eighty percent of the money.
Nancy stared ,shocked, at it.
"Where did you get this?"
"Job."
The cyclone faded and became a breeze.
"Oh," Nancy gave him a kiss and walked to the door.
"I'm going actual grocery shopping. Jon will you stay and watch the kids?"
Without waiting for his answer she walked out and walked to the Jewel Osco where he worked.
Watching his mother leave he said, "Courtney give me the drugs."
"No."
"Give them to me now." having experience he knew how to make himself feel intimidating.
He walked and stood one foot away from Courtney, squared his shoulders, and hissed, "Give me the drugs now."
Courtney swallowed and walked to their room and came back with a bag with some little white sticks on it.
He pulled one out, unrolled it, saw the gray-green plant in it, rolled it back, walked outside and buried them in the yard as deep as he could dig.
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The Meeting
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Jon tried on his suit.
The washing had done a good job, considering the drippy machine spilled the water every time it washed something and ruined the clothes.
He sighed.
Today was the day when his dreams would come true.
His book would finally become published.
The other book companies turned his down when they set their eyes on him. They didn't even bother to read his book, The Sea Lion.
He looked into a mirror and triad to brush his hair.
Tried, but didn't succeed.
He took a deep breath and walked to the door, walked out side, and released his breath.
Good heaven, he was nervous.
Nancy had gone shopping and came back with all the food they needed.
After that Nancy left him alone most of the time.
He walked to the to the place thinking of what they might ask, him and then the familiarity of the place surprised him.
456 N Fullerton
It sounded so familiar, he didn't know why.
Then he started to notice the neighbor hood.
It was worse that the town he lived in.
Trash where ever he walked in. Rats plainly visible.
Then he found it.
It was an old warehouse.
It made rugs and paper.
Santrok Paper~N~Rug Warehouse, !897
A feeling of dread hit his stomach, why did he have such a bad feeling.
He shrugged it of and walked to the door, leaves crunching underneath his shoes.
He opened the door and it creaked so loud the rats around him scampered away, he stopped and shoved it open.
CREAK!
He winced at the high pitched noise it made.
The people across the street stopped to stare.
He walked in his back burning into their retinas.
"Welcome Sean." the deep voice almost made him jump out of his skin.
"Please come." the voice said again.
He walked slowly, to the center of the ware house walking around some machines in the process.
He came face to face with an old man.
He gasped and backed away.
"Its alright. Sean we have come to help your book get published but there will be some exceptions."
"Exceptions? Forget it."
"Please, Sean listen."
Sean couldn't see the man, for it was so…dark in the room.
He started getting goosebumps.
He shivered.
"Sean we will help you if you give us the book…. It will not get published by your name, but you'll get the money and credit."
"Hell, no I want to see the look on my mom's face when I show her the name on the book. Alright, I'm not doing this for money."
"Oh, that's too bad."
The light came on with a light hissing noise, and Sean found himself surrounded by men.
They could have gone to WWF if they wanted to.
One of them grabbed Sean's coat and shed edit with his teeth.
The old man that proposed the deal to him had turned in a machine that was made of to wheels,. It was used to flatten paper out, so it would no be so bumpy.
"One last chance Sean… will you take it?"
"N-no!"
"Too bad… we'll take the book anyway."
The book was wrenched out of his hands and he was shoved hard and he crashed to a railing.
One of the men punched him, tearing him shirt off, the other men joined him, almost beating him to death.
Sean was still alive, not much but enough to crawl away.
A rough hand grabbed his ankle and dragged him back but they didn't stop
They dragged him up some steps his face brutally wounded was now ripped open on his forehead.
Then he was pulled up and they grabbed his hands and threw him over the railing.
He looked down to find two steel cylinder pressed close and rotating if he set foot there the wheel would the foot and would crush it.
They lowered him and lowered him.
His toe grazing the wheel.
They left him hanging there.
"LAST CHANCE…"
"NOOO!!!" Sean yelled.
He was lowered, his toe was getting closer to the location where the two where joined.
Lower.
Finally his toe was crushed and Sean screamed.
Lower and blood was staining the wheel s his foot was caught and it was no more.
Sean screamed and screamed but they kept lowering him.
His ankle was now crushed with a sickening crunching sound.
More blood was now staining. A small trail of blood ran slowly to the door.
His blood.
His claves followed and he was creating a pool of red liquid that smelled like metal.
Blood.
The two men that held him laughed.
And lowered him.
His knees followed.
Crack!! 1
His bones were crushed at were turned to dust.
No word could describe the pain Sean was experiencing.
He couldn't bear it! His mind threatened to let go and die but him body wouldn't.
His legs almost crushed and a pool of blood below him, his body still wouldn't let go.
His thighs were next.
This was worse, his pants were ripped from him legs. Or what remained from them.
With a tug.
The men tugged him up rigging his thighs from the skin that was still connected to his legs.
The men then ripped of his tie.
Blood flowing like an endless river, and tossed it away.
One of them held him up while the other laughed at him while wrapping him in plastic wrap.
Sean was still alive.
Pale with almost no blood but alive,
One of them put a bag on his head and tied it. around his neck.
One minute later, Sean' eyes still open he was still alive.
One of them left and came back with and ax.
Sean screamed as the ax was brought down and his head was cut off.
The old man appeared.
"Hmm. Too bad."
And they left his body there, tortured, his head rolling and it fell down the steps and landed with its eyes facing the door.
Sean blinked. He sat up.
He used his arms to drag himself down the steps.
He settled himself down and grabbed him head.
His head them released a scream of terror as he revived the moment the ax was brought down.
Sean then looked up and saw his body lying there still shedding blood.
His hand touched the red liquid.
He let out an un earthly scream again, and it echoed through out the warehouse.
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The Capture
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Sean hear the booming noises of feet in his warehouse.
He saw the man, that he heard was called Cyrus Kriticos.
He seemed harmless them but he loathed him.
The other men set up some equipment, and them he heard it.
The Chanting Latin.
He crawled forward against his will and walked into a cubicle.
He saw a man Dennis. As Cyrus called him.
Slam!
The door behind him closed.
He pounded on the walls.
This was new glass!
He was place in a truck and transported to a house and placed next to a child with an arrow sticking out of his head.
The kid turned to him and uttered two words.
"Wanna play?"
Sean screamed in return.
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This is probably the worst chapter I've done in my life. It absolutely says nothing on the topic of the Torso. Tell me if it was good or not. So wanna hear more about ghosts, wait for next chappie but this is a story that I found, by This guy named Ted: 'The house that I lived in in Cleveland before moving out to the country sure seemed to be haunted. I lived on the second floor of this house for thirty years. There were times I would hear footsteps coming up the stairs and the upstairs door open. I thought that my wife had come home early from work and would say hi Sharon how was your day? After hearing nothing I would investigate and find that no one was there. This happened many times all the while we lived there until I moved downstairs after my father had died. Then it stopped. When this happened no one was home upstairs or down. I was the only one there. There were other incidents involving my family that will be told later.'
Oh and this is a link I found: http:/www.praireghosts.com/most haunted.html and I found some other links but I'll put up some more in the next chappie that is...The Bound Woman, right?
R/R!!!!! *Mutters '14 pages of absolute crap… what the hell was I thinking!'*
