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This is the third chapter of this story, and I swear that one of these days, I'll get the whole paragraph separation thing right. You'll see! You'll all see!
Ok, just don't mind me. Just read. I commandiths of you because I am your master.
And, I don't own American Dragon Jake Long or any of its characters...but I own you! Hahaha.
The Friends My Dad Had, Pt.3
It was a tough night for Jake. Try as he might, he couldn't find the wolf-creature. He returned to Grandpa's house, where his parents were just arriving from their hospital visit with Bob Holden. It was Jake that had to inform them that they had to go back. Now Uncle Gary and Grandpa were in there.
They were going to be okay, but they'd have to stay at the hospital, like Bob. These attacks couldn't reveal them on the streets again. Plus, they weren't in any condition to go anywhere. Grandpa was still unconscious when they left.
(Hell with it; I'm just gonna say that a part is ending by putting in parentheses (End) Ok? Ok. Remember, I still own you. So you shall continue reading.)
Jake was lucky that the next day was Saturday. For his own sake. He was afraid that he'd lose it in the middle of class, and that just might not sit well. So, this was a perfect opportunity for Jake to continue his search and maybe even visit Grandpa. In fact, that's what he'd do first. Top priority. Maybe Grandpa could give him some advice...if he regained the ability to.
"Um, excuse me", asked Jake to the receptionist at the hospital. "Mr. Lao Shin? Room number?"
The lady looked up from her computer wearily. She must've worked the late shift or something. "No problem, hon. 356. You're not the first one this morning."
"Not the first? Who could be wanting to see Grandpa?", wondered Jake as he walked toward the room. He passed Bob Holden, who was sitting up in his bed watching Chris Rock on HBO. He also passed the more periled Gary Long, who was awake, but there was complete silence...especially beyond his room. Jake came to the next room...356. Grandpa's. The door was shut.
Jake quietly opened the door. "Uh, Grandpa?"
'Come in", said a voice inside the room. It was not Grandpa's.
"Who's..." Jake stepped in to see a 40-something man with dark brown hair and a gray suit on. The man smiled warmly. "Who're.."
"Hello, kid. My name's Harry Jefferson. This your grandfather?", he asked, pointing to the still-unconscious Lao Shin.
"Uh, yeah. That's my Grandpa. Why're you here?" Jake asked. The name Harry Jefferson sounded vaguely familiar.
"You see, I'm with the NYPD", said Harry, taking out a badge of certification. "I've been hired to investigate the attacks that have been going on, with Mr. Holden, Mr. Long, and Mr. Shin. Do you know anything about it?" He eyed Jake curiously.
"Er..no, nothing at all", Jake lied. "I just came to see if he was okay."
Harry stood up. "He's still unconscious, but at least he is okay. Well, I'd better be off. Have a good day." And with that, he was gone.
After Jake watched him leave, he turned his attention back to Grandpa. "Uh, Grandpa? Grandpa, please wake up. I need you."
But Grandpa didn't stir. He wasn't ever going to, it seemed like.
Jake sighed. "I'm so sorry, Grandpa. I feel like this is all my fault...even though it isn't.. I just hope to God that you'll wake up. Please." Jake turned away. He didn't want to cry, because he didn't want anyone to see him. He opened the door, and looked behind him one last time.
"What, no goodbye? W-what have I taught you, young dr-ragon?"
Jake's eyes widened. "Grandpa?" He turned around to see Grandpa's eyes open. "Grandpa! Oh, man! Thank God!"
He ran over and hugged the finally-awake old man.
"Ah, that was a good rest. Now, what did I miss?", asked Grandpa.
"Well, uh, I kinda...let the creature get away. Sorry."
"It is not a problem. We, er, you shall find it tonight. It reminds me of some sort of werewolf, but I am unsure. Jake", he rose eye to eye with Jake. "You must find it. I am afraid that..."
"That what? Grandpa, don't go back to sleep! What?"
"Your dad...", and then he fell back into unconsciousness.
"My dad? Grandpa! What about...oh, God." Then Jake realized it. Bob Holden- his dad's friend. Gary Long- Jeff Long's brother. Lao Shin- his father-in-law. "Oh god, my dad's next!", exclaimed Jake.
(End)
Even with Grandpa's hints as to coming events, Jake still had no luck in finding the location of the werewolf. Without Grandpa, he just couldn't get anywhere. And there was another thing he thought about- if the thing was a werewolf, would that mean that they were dealing with a real person? All that Jake knew was if his dad was going to get attacked, then he'd better find out where he was going.
"Hm, I don't get it", Jake wondered, "According to Grandpa's pattern, the next attack should be at the Harlie Night Club. My dad don't go to any night club. Why would he go here?"
It was all too confusing. And without Grandpa, it wasn't going to get much better. And even worse, the NYPD was in on it. They'd be looking, and they'd see him in dragon form, and they'd take him down. He couldn't get discovered. He'd already come close enough with the incident with Natalie Portman (check out "You Raise Me Up" for that part). What to do? Well, there wasn't really anything he could do. Until night. That's when it would begin.
(End)
"Kids, we're going out tonight. You be good", Jeff Long announced. They were leaving. For where? Jake would soon find out.
"A'ight, see you later", replied Jake.
"Have fun!", smiled Haley.
And with that they were gone.
Jake turned to Haley. "Haley, I'm gonna be goin' out tonight, too. You okay by yourself?"
"Jake...Mom and Dad said stay here. Why can't you just listen for once?" questioned Haley.
"Okay, listen, Haley", Jake bent down to her level, "I'm afraid that Dad might be in trouble. You know...like Grandpa or Uncle Gary."
"Uncle Gary? What's wrong with Uncle Gary!"
"Oh, shit", Jake said. "I didn't know you weren't supposed to know. It's alright, though. They're gonna be okay. I can't say the same for Dad, though- I gotta go after him. Please, just this once, Haley".
"Hmmmmm...", Haley had to think about it. Apparently, she didn't get the extent of the problem. "Okay, Jake, but you gotta do something for me when you get back."
"Oh, uh, sure, whatever you say. Thanks a bunch!"
(End)
Jake, in dragon form, was following his parents' car overhead of them, leaping across buildings so he wouldn't be seen. "Please don't turn left...damnit." They turned left. They were on the street of the attacks. Where the Harlie Night Club was.
Jake, now finally realizing where his parents went every Saturday night, jumped down past the security guards and into an alley. He tested the door to see if it'd open. And it did. Reverting back to human form, he walked inside, but in the darkened corner, where no one could see him but he could see them. "Ear of the dragon", he said, morphing his ear into a dragon ear to hear better.
It was disco night. Which is why Jeff and Kana came. Jeff was his school's dancing champion as a senior.
It took forever for anything to happen. Jake's parents were merely sitting at a table. No more, no less. Jake himself found himself falling asleep. He thought nothing would ever happen, when..
"Harry? Harry Jefferson? Is that you?"
Jake gasped. It was his dad's voice. He stared at the dark brown-haired man who had made his way over to their table. It was Harry Jefferson. The NYPD officer. Only not in uniform. In normal street clothes. Something was up.
"Hey, Jeff...Kana", replied Harry, being polite as always. "It's been awhile."
"Oh, it sure has!", Mr. Long replied, smiling. How did they know each other?
"Uh, could I talk to you for a moment, Jeff?", Harry asked. "Outside?"
"Er, why certainly", Jeff said. "Be back in a second, honey"
"Why do they need to talk? I'd better go investigate", Jake whispered, and he slipped out the back door.
Jake watched as the two came outside, Harry behind Jeff.
"You know, Jeff", Harry said. "You remember that day? The last time you saw me?" His voice grew cold. "That day you fired me?"
Jeff laughed. "Aww, Harry, don't worry. It was nothing personal- you know that. You look like you've been doing fine."
"Yes, now I am. But you see, when you fired me, I had nothing. I had to live off the streets", his voice gained intensity with each sentence. "It was then that I realized that I must have my revenge on you. For all that you'd done to me. That's when I met Mamas Lyoli. You know her? Didn't think so. She taught me magic."
"Hah, magic. Harry, I think you need to check in to the institute. You're acting a little.."
"Shut up!", screamed Harry. "Do you comprehend? All the attacks, those were me. Your friends. Your family. I thought I'd hit close to home, and then," he narrowed his gaze, "I'd complete it all...by killing you!" Harry lunged toward Jeff. Only it wasn't Harry. In midair, his shape changed into that of the werewolf creature. "Garrrrrrrr!", the werewolf growled as he lunged.
"No, Dad!" Jake yelled. He dove...
END OF CHAPTER
Yay, cliffhanger! And I finished two chapters in four hours! Yay!
By the way, I don't own you anymore. I think I'll stop that.
So, all answers basically have been answered; all that remains is the final battle...and stuff. See you later!
