The League's Nightmare on Downing Street II:
Jack Vs. Skinner
Disclaimer: I don't own anything LXG related but I do own Jack Krueger.
Skinner slumbered nervously. He had been having nightmares of boiler rooms and a horrible looking assassin of the dream world who was, oddly enough, just like a normal man.
Skinner had heard Henry Jekyll's story of Edward Hyde's nightmare and he was curious about it.
"Aha-hahahahahaha!" came the dreadful insane laughter, the barking chuckle of one who was insane and proud of it.
Skinner realized what was going on and with desperation; he scrambled about for a weapon. Somehow, Skinner found a machete, and he grew ready for combat.
The source of the laughter, the ancestor of the bastard son of 100 maniacs came into view, scraping his knives along the boiler room's piping.
Jack Krueger said, "Fie Fi FO Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman."
Skinner said, "Well, well, so I've found another lover of one liners."
Jack just laughed. "They call me Jack the Ripper," he said.
Jack splayed his knives with a clinking sound, and he growled. "Time for battle, you freak!" He shouted. Skinner retorted, "Look who's talking!"
With a wordless shout of bloodlust, Jack Krueger came charging toward the invisible man. He leaped into the air, his arms flailing in masterful fury.
Skinner hacked off Jack the Ripper's lower arm, which made the psycho howl in pain and fury. The Ripper snarled as he swung his other arm.
Skinner hurtled the machete right into Krueger's hand, shattering bone and skin and muscle. Krueger whimpered as he looked at his mangled hand.
With a slight giggle, the man regenerated his wounds and came toward the invisible man once more. The look in the Ripper's eye made the other man back away, for he knew it was a look like he had given his victims.
Krueger swung his razor glove, scraping it along Skinner's chest, drawing a red liquid. Skinner gasped in pain as Krueger swung his arm into Skinner's stomach.
Skinner fell down as Krueger brought his razor glove to bear on the man. Then, Krueger noticed that the machete was vanishing.
Skinner had been saved by his own better instincts.
The dream killer just grinned. "He may have been saved, but the next poor victim won't be. Aha-hahahahahahahahahaha!"
The next chapter shall be Jack Vs. Mina. Please read and review people!
Jack Vs. Skinner
Disclaimer: I don't own anything LXG related but I do own Jack Krueger.
Skinner slumbered nervously. He had been having nightmares of boiler rooms and a horrible looking assassin of the dream world who was, oddly enough, just like a normal man.
Skinner had heard Henry Jekyll's story of Edward Hyde's nightmare and he was curious about it.
"Aha-hahahahahaha!" came the dreadful insane laughter, the barking chuckle of one who was insane and proud of it.
Skinner realized what was going on and with desperation; he scrambled about for a weapon. Somehow, Skinner found a machete, and he grew ready for combat.
The source of the laughter, the ancestor of the bastard son of 100 maniacs came into view, scraping his knives along the boiler room's piping.
Jack Krueger said, "Fie Fi FO Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman."
Skinner said, "Well, well, so I've found another lover of one liners."
Jack just laughed. "They call me Jack the Ripper," he said.
Jack splayed his knives with a clinking sound, and he growled. "Time for battle, you freak!" He shouted. Skinner retorted, "Look who's talking!"
With a wordless shout of bloodlust, Jack Krueger came charging toward the invisible man. He leaped into the air, his arms flailing in masterful fury.
Skinner hacked off Jack the Ripper's lower arm, which made the psycho howl in pain and fury. The Ripper snarled as he swung his other arm.
Skinner hurtled the machete right into Krueger's hand, shattering bone and skin and muscle. Krueger whimpered as he looked at his mangled hand.
With a slight giggle, the man regenerated his wounds and came toward the invisible man once more. The look in the Ripper's eye made the other man back away, for he knew it was a look like he had given his victims.
Krueger swung his razor glove, scraping it along Skinner's chest, drawing a red liquid. Skinner gasped in pain as Krueger swung his arm into Skinner's stomach.
Skinner fell down as Krueger brought his razor glove to bear on the man. Then, Krueger noticed that the machete was vanishing.
Skinner had been saved by his own better instincts.
The dream killer just grinned. "He may have been saved, but the next poor victim won't be. Aha-hahahahahahahahahaha!"
The next chapter shall be Jack Vs. Mina. Please read and review people!