A/N: Thanks sooooo much by the way to Starwolf, RavingJackal, MelissaL., and Heavenonearth6 since they were the first ever who reviewed chapter 1…. (I found them!! I finally know the 13 Ghosts' real name!! Well, 12 actually but… Aaaahhhh…. Okay I might be overreacting a bit but… I am sooooo happy!!! Thank you thank you thank you thank you soooo much!!!! You guys are the bomb!!) Thanks a lot for the help!!! I didn't realize the names were on the official website… happy, happy joy, joy!!!

Disclaimer: I absolutely own nothing about the 13 Ghosts. Period.

Okay then, it's the TORSO's turn….

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Chapter 2: The Torso

Jimmy Gambino was your ordinary gambler. He was a constant visitor to different gambling places in Las Vegas and usually spends almost all of his money there. First, it was just a hobby, but it then became an obsession.

This obsession soon became worse as Jimmy spent more time gambling, to the point that he gambled almost everything he owned, from his clothes, to his jewelries, even to his own properties. But one day his gambling days soon ended when he decided to cheat…for real…

"C'mon Jimmy you cannot do this!" Larry "Three-Times" said. "You just can't go betting on things you don't even have!"

"Of course I can!" Jimmy stubbornly replied. "Is there a law forbidding it?!"

Larry was stumped.

"Fine, suits yourself. Just don't start complaining in the end."

After that Larry sighed and walked away.

"Wimp." Jimmy muttered as he turned back to the poker table.

"So are you in Gambler?" Stephen, his opponent, said.

"Damn right I am!"

The game then started. At first, Jimmy was at luck, winning every single round. But as the night passed, his luck soon ran out. He started loosing, all his money disappearing in an instant. At last, all of was left in him was his clothes.

"So Gambler, you still betting?" Stephen said smirking. Jimmy looked around. All he could see worth betting on was his clothes.

"There's no giving up here Stephen." Jimmy said as he took off his shirt. "Pride won't just give up, eh?" Stephen cried as he ordered the man behind the table to start spinning. Jimmy prayed to himself, wishing he would win just this time. But he knew he had no chance of winning.

As Jimmy watched on, he felt a sudden rush of shiver down his back. Part of it was the fact that he was naked. But part of it too was the fact that he knew he was going to lose. He closed his eyes in sheer desperation as he waited on. He heard Stephen cry in delight and he knew…

…he lost once more.

Stephen laughed heartily.

"What a shame Gambler." He said, rubbing his big stomach. Jimmy felt a bead of sweat drop down the side of his forehead.

"As I said, there's no giving up here." A thought then rang up to his mind. "How about this," Jimmy said, rubbing his hands together. "What if I bet my…" he paused for a while. He knew Stephen would never agree to this.

"…my family? What do you say?"

Stephen looked back at him with grave horror in his face.

"Are you crazy?! Betting on your family?! Isn't that a bit too much?!"

"What you're not in? Or are you just scared of loosing?"

Stephen's cocky expression came back upon hearing Jimmy's words.

"Like you said Gambler, there's no giving up here." He then gave a small signal and the game started once more. As Jimmy watched on, he was half-smiling/half-scared knowing that luck might start hating him again. He looked around. Everyone was looking on their game.

Wait… Jimmy thought. I still have a chance to…

He didn't finish. He stepped back slowly and carefully watched the people. They still didn't notice him. He kept on stepping backwards. He was now a great distance from the crowd.

Jimmy heard Stephen shout as he won again. This was his chance. Jimmy then turned around and started running away out of the gambling house.

"Hey! Where's the little gambler?!!" he heard Stephen cry out. He looked at Jimmy's direction.

"That little…GET HIM!!!" Stephen cried pointing at Jimmy. Jimmy realized this and started running as fast as his feet could take him. But he knew Stephen had a lot of henchmen, and that they would catch him any minute.

Jimmy arrived at a sharp corner. He ran around it and entered a dark passageway. He thought he could get away easily, but he was wrong.

He stopped. He let out a cry of defeat as he banged on the wall. There in front of him was a dead end.

Jimmy turned around. He saw shadows standing by the entryway. He cursed under his breath as he soon realized they were Stephen's people.

"Well, well Gambler." Stephen's voice said behind the large group of thugs. Jimmy cowered to one corner. "Trying to cheat your way out of a bet, eh?" he said stepping out between two thugs. "Don't you know I hate those kinds of people?"

Stephen's henchmen started walking towards him. Jimmy couldn't say a word as fear ran through his whole body. He could feel darkness enveloping his surrounding as shadows came near him. He saw Stephen's big body lurk in front of him as he lowered his face to him.

"You should have just gave up Gambler." He whispered over at Jimmy. "That way I don't have to do this." Stephen snapped his finger. One of the thugs picked up Jimmy by the collar and raised him up.

He let out a cry of despair as fists suddenly came and banged on his body. He winced in pain as he felt his whole body hit the pavement below and humungous feet slam into it. Jimmy felt life drain from his body as Stephen's thugs continued torturing and beating the heck out of him. As he hung limply over the gutters, he could feel someone carry him up. He felt hands place themselves against various body parts of him—particularly his head and his waist—and squeeze hard. He could feel someone pull, twist, even chop through them with arms as strong as steel. He didn't know why, but he had a strong feeling these people were determined to literally tear him apart.

"So Gambler, any last words?" Stephen's voice said as Jimmy looked up with a blurred vision. He could feel blood trickle down his face. He raised his hand and flashed the finger at Stephen. He then felt Stephen wrap his fingers around his neck and squeeze hard.

Jimmy heard Stephen laugh once more as he twisted his neck with a sickening, cracking sound. Then, everything went black for Jimmy. After a few minutes, his eyes sprang open as he felt a strong gust of wind push his upwards. He looked around and saw a thick, plastic-like material around. He tried raising his arm up to his face but he felt nothing. As if it was air instead of his head. He looked behind him. What he saw almost made him faint.

Sitting casually beside him was his body…

…his torso to be exact…     

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Jimmy looked on as he watched Stephen and his henchmen wrap his head and torso in cellophane, since it was the only available material around. His fist clenched as he saw them throw his body to the garbage dump and left there to rot. Stephen then looked around and signaled his thugs to follow him as they finally left.

Jimmy closed his eyes as he felt anger surge through his whole body—what's left of it that is. He felt the need of revenge. Revenge to himself who lost the right to live just because some fat guy couldn't stand people like him. But there was also one thing he was bound to get vengeance for.

It was for people who he knew lost respect as well…   

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A/N: aaahhh oh my god!!! I can't believe I already finished this!! Damn it was so hard writing this… the torso's death was so hard to write down… especially the fact that he was torn apart… eerrrllllaacckkk…. But hope you liked it though… so, don't forget to review okay??? Okay then it's off to the bound woman's life!! (ooohhh that's what I like!!!)