Chapter 2
The Chosen One
Jack's life was a lonely one. He never dated, not that he didn't like woman or anything. I guess he was one of those guys who were too shy to even talk to them. He didn't seem too shy when he was talking to Maggie though. She was the only person Jack felt comfortable being with, only if he was in her office with her empting trashcans or mopping. He like Maggie, he like her very much, but he knew it couldn't be. He lived in a small white house on Oakwood Lane that he got if for less than two hundred grand. Jack does well for him self even thought he keeps to him self. Everyday it was the same routine, get up go to work, come home watch TV, eat tree square meals and go to bed. Yes it seems like Jack has a dull life.
The next morning at the shelter, Maggie returned to her desk to find a frightened sixteen-year-old girl with long blond hair. She was sitting in a chair shivering like crazy. Standing besides her was a tall woman red head, much more older than the girl. As Maggie sat down she already knew what was the problem.
"She's been like this all night," the woman said, "They brought her in around 2:00 AM. I couldn't get a name from her though. Poor child."
"Thank you Jenn," Maggie said. Jennifer was the shelter's front desk receptionist. As Jennifer left, Maggie and the girl were alone. "Well, hello," Maggie started, "My name's Maggie, what's yours?" The girl glanced up and Maggie saw her red face as if some one has slapped her one too many times. She didn't answer Maggie's question. "Don't be frightened, I won't harm you." She moved towards the frightened girl as she shriveled up like scared hedgehog. "Hey, no one here will slap you or touch you I promise." The girl glanced up to her and saw that Maggie's expression was a mix of worry and concern ness.
She the relaxed a bit and said, "M-My name is Alicia."
"Well, nice to meet you Alicia," Said Maggie as he brushed Alicia's hair gently away from her face, "Who did this to you?" Alicia didn't say a word. "Did your father do this?" The girl shook her head. "Mother? Boyfriend?" She still shook her head. "Then who?" Alicia was still silent. "Alicia, there is nothing to be afraid of. No here will harm you, but if don't want to tell me that's ok, but the first step to solve your problem is to talk."
Alicia nodded a bit, swallowed and started, "I-I was w-working with m- my boss and, and h-he w-was h-hurting me a-and," she then broke down again crying again.
"Its ok," Maggie said comforting her. She saw the pain her eye and knew how she felt. "I'm here. You know what you need? Is some rest. Come on I'll show you a bed you can sleep on."
She took Alicia by the hands and led her out of her office. They walked down the hall where they met Jack.
"Hi Ms. Borrough, new kid?" Jack wondered.
"Hi Jack, and yes this Alicia," Maggie replied.
"Welcome Alicia, I'm Jack" He introduced himself, "If you need anything just call."
Alicia glanced at Jack then buried his face in to Maggie's shoulder weeping again. Jack frowned at the girl. He seen a lot of frighten kids and he is sadden him self.
"Well, she needs some rest," said Maggie.
She and Alicia went up the stairs as Jack went down to his closet. It was like his own little privet office. In the closet he had a metal chair and metal foldable tray table leaning against the wall as well as push brooms and mops. He couldn't stop thinking about that glove last night. It was so unique probably priceless. We wanted it; it would be perfect in his collection of unique items.
Maggie and Alicia arrived in the bedroom. It wasn't like a normal bedroom, but it was like a camp bunker. A dozen bed cots were spread out everywhere. Alicia saw two other kids. A rounded boy with glasses was lying on his bed. The other was tall macho like kid sitting up. There was another, a girl sitting in the corner so no one could see her. Her black lips and dark make up indicated that she was into gothic.
"Everyone I would like you too meet our new arrival, this is Alicia," said Maggie. The other looked at her and saw the dry tears on her face. Maggie pointed to the boy wearing glassed, "Alicia that's Norman," she then motioned to the one sitting, "Peter, and the one in the corner is Pam."
"The name is Viper," Pam replied.
Maggie sighed a bit and told them, "Alicia is going to need some sleep, so I don't want any of you disturbing her."
"Yes Ms. Burroughs," they said.
As Maggie left them alone Alicia just sat on the bed looking at the others. Suddenly Peter came over. Alicia scooted over still frightened as he sat down next to her.
"Welcome to rat house," Peter greeted, "So what you in for?"
Alicia said nothing, but Norman butted in, "Leave her alone Pete, Mr. Burroughs said she needs sleep."
Peter looked at him and replied, "Butt out four-eyes, go back in your own little world." He turned to Alicia and smiled, "So anyways, who uh, slapped you?"
Alicia looked at him in surprised and backed away a bit. She didn't know who he was. She thought he was going to hurt him, like his boss.
"Peter, leave her alone," warned Viper.
Peter looked at Viper and said, "Hey mind your own business ok vamp?"
Viper got up and walked over to them and replied, "Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll kick living crap out of you."
Peter stood up, Viper knew he was bigger than she was and stronger. But Viper had stand up for the new kid. She remembered the first time coming to the shelter. Other kids were taunting her. Teasing her, all she wanted was to be alone, just like Alicia. But this time Viper stood up to him.
"Alright, you win this time vamp," Peter said and walked away down the stairs.
Viper looked at Alicia and said, "That was freebie, next time you're on your own." She went back and sat down her corner.
Alicia thought she met a friend, but it was just another acquaintance. Norman looked at her. He thought she was an angel with broken wings. He struggled out of his bed and walked over as Alicia was laying down looking up to her. Viper watched him wondering if he was going to the same thing as Peter.
"Don't mind them, they're not good with newcomers," he said. "Sweet dreams." He then went down the steps to the kitchen as Alicia smiled a bit and slumped down. She thought that he was the only who was sweet for her as Alicia closed her eyes.
The sunset down and it was nighttime again in Mirkwood. Jack knocked on the door of Ms. Boroughs' office like always.
"Come in," said Maggie as Jack entered. She looked up to him and greeted, "Oh hi Jack."
"Hi Maggie," Jack said as he started to sweep the floor, "How's that new girl doing?"
"She's resting, but she'll be fine," She replied as she collected her things, "Well, time to go home." She got up and grabbed her briefcase then said to her, "Night Jack,"
As Maggie left Jack wanted to say something nice to her, "Ms. Burroughs?" Maggie looked at him. He wanted to ask her out, but he knew that she wouldn't go for it, he looked at her brown eyes and said, "Night."
Jack couldn't have the courage, ask her out. Everyday he wanted, but he couldn't. After he swept and mopped the floor, it was time to go to the vault again. He dece3nded down the steps and there sat in his little desk and chair was Marvin. Marvin looked up and half smiled to Jack.
"Hey Jack, how's it goin?" Marvin greeted as he got up to unlock the main cage..
"Not much, you?" Jack responded.
"Kind of bummed," Re replied as he opened the gate, then they both went through, "Lost some money on the Bulls game last night."
"How much?" Jack wondered.
"Fifty bucks," Marvin replied, as he opened the first cage, "I'll tell you what Jack, I'll unlock all the cages, and you can just clean them. I'm gonna go on my break ok?"
"You sure?" Jack wondered, as Marvin began to open the other gates, including the gate that stored Freddy's Claws.
"Yeah, I trust you," Marvin assured him, as he unlocked the last cage. "I'll be upstairs in the kitchen if you need me."
Marvin grabbed his magazine and headed upstairs. Jack was alone. He swept and mopped each of the cages, and then he got to the cage that held the claws. He opened the cage and started to sweep. Then he started to hear those whispers again, then the voices.
"Jack," "Take me," "You know you want it," "No one will know,"
Jack looked franticly around looking. He was wondering if it was Marvin again. But why would he start playing childish pranks on Jack? It wasn't like him. Jack then glanced on the metal box. No one will know just like the voice said. Who would care? There were about five hundred other weapons in that vault, who would miss one? Jack looked back at the steps hoping that Marvin hasn't returned yet. He then looked at the box, slowly took it off the shelf. He remembered that Marvin didn't lock it last night and hopes that Marvin didn't lock it after he clocked out. Jack opened the lid and there it was just as he remembered. He reached in and took it out and suddenly something surged through his body. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the thrill of touching the weapon that killed a dozen kids. He look at it more turning it over feeling the rugged texture of the glove. He then heard some footsteps as he quickly discarded the claws into his mop bucket, closed the lid and placed the box back on the shelf. Then he saw Marvin coming down the steps as Jack wheel the mop bucket towards the stairs as Marvin looked at him.
"All done," Jack said lifting the bucked with the handle attached to it.
"That quickly?" Marvin wondered, "Man, you are a fast worker. They could've used you on the Bull's court."
They both chuckled at Marvin's comment at Jack ascended the stairs and headed to his closet. He couldn't believe that actually took it. But was it right? He was taught by his mother never to steal, but this time, this was different, these weapons in the vault never really belonged to anyone. He will put it in his own privet collection. No one will ever know. Jack put his bucket and mop away as he grabbed the glove and placed it in his backpack. He then placed the pack on, clocked out and went home.
Once he got home, he was so tired to study it. He placed his pack on the kitchen table and staggered tiredly to his bedroom. Jack flopped on the bed like sack of potatoes, turned the light off and drift off to sleep. Moments later, he awoke to a sound of whispering. It sounded like wind trying to blow threw a narrow opening. Jack looked up and noticed that the window was closed. No the noise how ever was coming from the bathroom. Odd, the light is on in there. Jack got up and out of the bed, moved over to the bathroom. The whispering sounds started to talk again.
"Jack," "Come in Jack,"
Jack cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. He looked around and it seems like everything was norm.hold on, the bath curtain. It's closed, covering the shower, like it was hiding something. He knew that everyday that doesn't close the curtain after he takes a shower. He goes over to it; at first he slowly opens it then like flash, reveals what was inside. He gasped in horror, as the tub was fill with an unknown female body drenched in blood. She was dead. Jack screamed and staggered back, his heart pounded like a humming bird. What was going on Jack thought. He then heard a maddening laugh, as he turned his head towards the mirror and saw, not himself but another face. The face was scarred badly like all his skin was burned off. He wore a raggedy old fedora hat. Jack screamed wondering who this person is, as he backed into the wall.
"Don't be afraid Jack," the man in the mirror said, "I got a proppersistion for ya."
"Who-Who-Who are you?" Jack asked.
"The stuff that dreams are made of," he replied, "You like Maggie don't you? You want her don't you?"
"W-What's it to you?" Jack wondered.
"You want her? I can give her to you," he said.
"Wait a minute," Jack thought, "This is all a dream, right?"
The man in the mirror chuckled, "You think?"
"Oh Jack Hun?" Suddenly a female voice cried out to him from the bedroom. Jack looked out the door to investigate and saw Maggie naked lying on the bed. Jack smiled fancifully.
"She could be yours for real Jack," The man in the mirror continued, "I can make it happen."
Jack turned his head towards the man in the mirror, and wondered if it possible, "All right, how?"
The man grinned, "All you need to do, is a little favor for me." "What is that?" Jack asked. He already didn't like this. "Kill for me," the man in the mirror replied.
Jack eyes widen. Is this a joke Jack wondered? Can he be serious? I can't do it thought, not even for Maggie. "Kill? No way. I can't kill. I can't murder some one."
The man laughed, "It seems that you already have." He glanced towards Jack's hand as followed and was shocked as he saw the claw dripped with blood on his right hand. The man laughed madly as Jack screamed out of his sleep.
He awoke in a sweat breathing hard like he was finished a long work out. It was a nightmare Jack told him self just a stupid nightmare. He then felt something on his right hand, like glove. No, he thought. He took it out under his covers and there it was. The glove that he stole last night, stained in blood. Jack screamed and quickly took off the glove, and threw it across the room. What was going on, Jack thought, what have I done?
The Chosen One
Jack's life was a lonely one. He never dated, not that he didn't like woman or anything. I guess he was one of those guys who were too shy to even talk to them. He didn't seem too shy when he was talking to Maggie though. She was the only person Jack felt comfortable being with, only if he was in her office with her empting trashcans or mopping. He like Maggie, he like her very much, but he knew it couldn't be. He lived in a small white house on Oakwood Lane that he got if for less than two hundred grand. Jack does well for him self even thought he keeps to him self. Everyday it was the same routine, get up go to work, come home watch TV, eat tree square meals and go to bed. Yes it seems like Jack has a dull life.
The next morning at the shelter, Maggie returned to her desk to find a frightened sixteen-year-old girl with long blond hair. She was sitting in a chair shivering like crazy. Standing besides her was a tall woman red head, much more older than the girl. As Maggie sat down she already knew what was the problem.
"She's been like this all night," the woman said, "They brought her in around 2:00 AM. I couldn't get a name from her though. Poor child."
"Thank you Jenn," Maggie said. Jennifer was the shelter's front desk receptionist. As Jennifer left, Maggie and the girl were alone. "Well, hello," Maggie started, "My name's Maggie, what's yours?" The girl glanced up and Maggie saw her red face as if some one has slapped her one too many times. She didn't answer Maggie's question. "Don't be frightened, I won't harm you." She moved towards the frightened girl as she shriveled up like scared hedgehog. "Hey, no one here will slap you or touch you I promise." The girl glanced up to her and saw that Maggie's expression was a mix of worry and concern ness.
She the relaxed a bit and said, "M-My name is Alicia."
"Well, nice to meet you Alicia," Said Maggie as he brushed Alicia's hair gently away from her face, "Who did this to you?" Alicia didn't say a word. "Did your father do this?" The girl shook her head. "Mother? Boyfriend?" She still shook her head. "Then who?" Alicia was still silent. "Alicia, there is nothing to be afraid of. No here will harm you, but if don't want to tell me that's ok, but the first step to solve your problem is to talk."
Alicia nodded a bit, swallowed and started, "I-I was w-working with m- my boss and, and h-he w-was h-hurting me a-and," she then broke down again crying again.
"Its ok," Maggie said comforting her. She saw the pain her eye and knew how she felt. "I'm here. You know what you need? Is some rest. Come on I'll show you a bed you can sleep on."
She took Alicia by the hands and led her out of her office. They walked down the hall where they met Jack.
"Hi Ms. Borrough, new kid?" Jack wondered.
"Hi Jack, and yes this Alicia," Maggie replied.
"Welcome Alicia, I'm Jack" He introduced himself, "If you need anything just call."
Alicia glanced at Jack then buried his face in to Maggie's shoulder weeping again. Jack frowned at the girl. He seen a lot of frighten kids and he is sadden him self.
"Well, she needs some rest," said Maggie.
She and Alicia went up the stairs as Jack went down to his closet. It was like his own little privet office. In the closet he had a metal chair and metal foldable tray table leaning against the wall as well as push brooms and mops. He couldn't stop thinking about that glove last night. It was so unique probably priceless. We wanted it; it would be perfect in his collection of unique items.
Maggie and Alicia arrived in the bedroom. It wasn't like a normal bedroom, but it was like a camp bunker. A dozen bed cots were spread out everywhere. Alicia saw two other kids. A rounded boy with glasses was lying on his bed. The other was tall macho like kid sitting up. There was another, a girl sitting in the corner so no one could see her. Her black lips and dark make up indicated that she was into gothic.
"Everyone I would like you too meet our new arrival, this is Alicia," said Maggie. The other looked at her and saw the dry tears on her face. Maggie pointed to the boy wearing glassed, "Alicia that's Norman," she then motioned to the one sitting, "Peter, and the one in the corner is Pam."
"The name is Viper," Pam replied.
Maggie sighed a bit and told them, "Alicia is going to need some sleep, so I don't want any of you disturbing her."
"Yes Ms. Burroughs," they said.
As Maggie left them alone Alicia just sat on the bed looking at the others. Suddenly Peter came over. Alicia scooted over still frightened as he sat down next to her.
"Welcome to rat house," Peter greeted, "So what you in for?"
Alicia said nothing, but Norman butted in, "Leave her alone Pete, Mr. Burroughs said she needs sleep."
Peter looked at him and replied, "Butt out four-eyes, go back in your own little world." He turned to Alicia and smiled, "So anyways, who uh, slapped you?"
Alicia looked at him in surprised and backed away a bit. She didn't know who he was. She thought he was going to hurt him, like his boss.
"Peter, leave her alone," warned Viper.
Peter looked at Viper and said, "Hey mind your own business ok vamp?"
Viper got up and walked over to them and replied, "Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll kick living crap out of you."
Peter stood up, Viper knew he was bigger than she was and stronger. But Viper had stand up for the new kid. She remembered the first time coming to the shelter. Other kids were taunting her. Teasing her, all she wanted was to be alone, just like Alicia. But this time Viper stood up to him.
"Alright, you win this time vamp," Peter said and walked away down the stairs.
Viper looked at Alicia and said, "That was freebie, next time you're on your own." She went back and sat down her corner.
Alicia thought she met a friend, but it was just another acquaintance. Norman looked at her. He thought she was an angel with broken wings. He struggled out of his bed and walked over as Alicia was laying down looking up to her. Viper watched him wondering if he was going to the same thing as Peter.
"Don't mind them, they're not good with newcomers," he said. "Sweet dreams." He then went down the steps to the kitchen as Alicia smiled a bit and slumped down. She thought that he was the only who was sweet for her as Alicia closed her eyes.
The sunset down and it was nighttime again in Mirkwood. Jack knocked on the door of Ms. Boroughs' office like always.
"Come in," said Maggie as Jack entered. She looked up to him and greeted, "Oh hi Jack."
"Hi Maggie," Jack said as he started to sweep the floor, "How's that new girl doing?"
"She's resting, but she'll be fine," She replied as she collected her things, "Well, time to go home." She got up and grabbed her briefcase then said to her, "Night Jack,"
As Maggie left Jack wanted to say something nice to her, "Ms. Burroughs?" Maggie looked at him. He wanted to ask her out, but he knew that she wouldn't go for it, he looked at her brown eyes and said, "Night."
Jack couldn't have the courage, ask her out. Everyday he wanted, but he couldn't. After he swept and mopped the floor, it was time to go to the vault again. He dece3nded down the steps and there sat in his little desk and chair was Marvin. Marvin looked up and half smiled to Jack.
"Hey Jack, how's it goin?" Marvin greeted as he got up to unlock the main cage..
"Not much, you?" Jack responded.
"Kind of bummed," Re replied as he opened the gate, then they both went through, "Lost some money on the Bulls game last night."
"How much?" Jack wondered.
"Fifty bucks," Marvin replied, as he opened the first cage, "I'll tell you what Jack, I'll unlock all the cages, and you can just clean them. I'm gonna go on my break ok?"
"You sure?" Jack wondered, as Marvin began to open the other gates, including the gate that stored Freddy's Claws.
"Yeah, I trust you," Marvin assured him, as he unlocked the last cage. "I'll be upstairs in the kitchen if you need me."
Marvin grabbed his magazine and headed upstairs. Jack was alone. He swept and mopped each of the cages, and then he got to the cage that held the claws. He opened the cage and started to sweep. Then he started to hear those whispers again, then the voices.
"Jack," "Take me," "You know you want it," "No one will know,"
Jack looked franticly around looking. He was wondering if it was Marvin again. But why would he start playing childish pranks on Jack? It wasn't like him. Jack then glanced on the metal box. No one will know just like the voice said. Who would care? There were about five hundred other weapons in that vault, who would miss one? Jack looked back at the steps hoping that Marvin hasn't returned yet. He then looked at the box, slowly took it off the shelf. He remembered that Marvin didn't lock it last night and hopes that Marvin didn't lock it after he clocked out. Jack opened the lid and there it was just as he remembered. He reached in and took it out and suddenly something surged through his body. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the thrill of touching the weapon that killed a dozen kids. He look at it more turning it over feeling the rugged texture of the glove. He then heard some footsteps as he quickly discarded the claws into his mop bucket, closed the lid and placed the box back on the shelf. Then he saw Marvin coming down the steps as Jack wheel the mop bucket towards the stairs as Marvin looked at him.
"All done," Jack said lifting the bucked with the handle attached to it.
"That quickly?" Marvin wondered, "Man, you are a fast worker. They could've used you on the Bull's court."
They both chuckled at Marvin's comment at Jack ascended the stairs and headed to his closet. He couldn't believe that actually took it. But was it right? He was taught by his mother never to steal, but this time, this was different, these weapons in the vault never really belonged to anyone. He will put it in his own privet collection. No one will ever know. Jack put his bucket and mop away as he grabbed the glove and placed it in his backpack. He then placed the pack on, clocked out and went home.
Once he got home, he was so tired to study it. He placed his pack on the kitchen table and staggered tiredly to his bedroom. Jack flopped on the bed like sack of potatoes, turned the light off and drift off to sleep. Moments later, he awoke to a sound of whispering. It sounded like wind trying to blow threw a narrow opening. Jack looked up and noticed that the window was closed. No the noise how ever was coming from the bathroom. Odd, the light is on in there. Jack got up and out of the bed, moved over to the bathroom. The whispering sounds started to talk again.
"Jack," "Come in Jack,"
Jack cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. He looked around and it seems like everything was norm.hold on, the bath curtain. It's closed, covering the shower, like it was hiding something. He knew that everyday that doesn't close the curtain after he takes a shower. He goes over to it; at first he slowly opens it then like flash, reveals what was inside. He gasped in horror, as the tub was fill with an unknown female body drenched in blood. She was dead. Jack screamed and staggered back, his heart pounded like a humming bird. What was going on Jack thought. He then heard a maddening laugh, as he turned his head towards the mirror and saw, not himself but another face. The face was scarred badly like all his skin was burned off. He wore a raggedy old fedora hat. Jack screamed wondering who this person is, as he backed into the wall.
"Don't be afraid Jack," the man in the mirror said, "I got a proppersistion for ya."
"Who-Who-Who are you?" Jack asked.
"The stuff that dreams are made of," he replied, "You like Maggie don't you? You want her don't you?"
"W-What's it to you?" Jack wondered.
"You want her? I can give her to you," he said.
"Wait a minute," Jack thought, "This is all a dream, right?"
The man in the mirror chuckled, "You think?"
"Oh Jack Hun?" Suddenly a female voice cried out to him from the bedroom. Jack looked out the door to investigate and saw Maggie naked lying on the bed. Jack smiled fancifully.
"She could be yours for real Jack," The man in the mirror continued, "I can make it happen."
Jack turned his head towards the man in the mirror, and wondered if it possible, "All right, how?"
The man grinned, "All you need to do, is a little favor for me." "What is that?" Jack asked. He already didn't like this. "Kill for me," the man in the mirror replied.
Jack eyes widen. Is this a joke Jack wondered? Can he be serious? I can't do it thought, not even for Maggie. "Kill? No way. I can't kill. I can't murder some one."
The man laughed, "It seems that you already have." He glanced towards Jack's hand as followed and was shocked as he saw the claw dripped with blood on his right hand. The man laughed madly as Jack screamed out of his sleep.
He awoke in a sweat breathing hard like he was finished a long work out. It was a nightmare Jack told him self just a stupid nightmare. He then felt something on his right hand, like glove. No, he thought. He took it out under his covers and there it was. The glove that he stole last night, stained in blood. Jack screamed and quickly took off the glove, and threw it across the room. What was going on, Jack thought, what have I done?