YEEEEAAAAHHHH! CHAPTER 8, I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON AT ALL. I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU REVIEWED MY STORY, IF YOU WANT, YOU CAN SCREAM THE REVIEW. THANK YOU PEOPLE FOR READING ALL MY STORIES, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! THANK YOU PEOPLE WHO GOT ME OUT OF A WRITER'S BLOCK, A.K.A. BRAIN FART, AS A THANK YOU, YOU MIGHT SEE ONE OF YOUR IDEAS IN THE STORY! HOLLA!
We all know that if someone is trying to kill you, you want to be invisible. Jack was as invisible as anybody could get. Jack was in all black. All of his equipment was also in black. Also since he was dead, no heat could be detected. Jack was also very quick and quiet.
Jack had other things on his mind. He thought that Lock Shock and Barrel didn't argue when they had to go into hiding. Also he had seen the kids in Dr. Finklestein's office. He thought that was too strange. First of all, the kids always pulled pranks on the old man. Second of all, they disliked the man for constantly running over their feet for revenge. And finally, the doctor would never allow them in his house unless he was asking for a heart-attack.
While Jack was thinking, he looked through his scope. He saw a very faint red dot. He zoomed in to see King Bob.
This is my shot, he thought, let's finish him.
Jack held his breath as he pulled the trigger. When the bullet had hit its mark, King Bob disappeared. Jack started to realize his left arm was burning, now it was roaring with pain. He had been shot. He blew his cover. The target was a fake. Now Jack was being hunted.
NOT GOOD, NOT GOOD AT ALL!
Jack hid behind a chimney. A shot ricocheted off the chimney by his head.
HOW CAN I BE SEEN! I'M SO WELL CAMOUFLAGED!
Jack realized the problem, all the black clothes he was wearing created a lot of heat. Since Jack had already been painted black, he stripped down to nothing but his shirt and boxers. He felt much cooler. Jack began to look for his son. Jack saw his son. He was not sure if that was the real King Bob. He threw a rock at the figure. It hit and the figure moved, it was in-fact King Bob himself…
You're probably bored of hearing King Jack Skellington. You're probably wondering what King Bob Skullington. You're probably wondering why I'm thinking for you. You probably think I should go back to the story. You're probably right. Here is King Bob's point of view. Hope you like it.
Bob was unsure what to do. King Jack had already taken out his dummy, made himself invisible, and now he was close enough to throw a rock. He had to move or else he would be shot.
King Bob took out two hand guns. He moved on the roof of a building. He then saw six glowing eyes.
"Lock!"
"Shock!"
"And me…uh, Barrel!"
The three kids pushed King Bob. Bob fell off the roof and landed on the ground. He was aching all over. He saw that his arm, leg, ribs, and skull were cracked and broken. King Bob let out the loudest scream in Halloween history.
Jack went running to the damaged king.
"Don't you hate it when you're the one that's hurt?" mocked Jack.
King Bob sat in horror not knowing where the voice came from. He began to shoot randomly. He shot in every direction with his good arm. He gave up. He started to cry.
"HAVE MERCY, PLEASE! OH, I DON'T WANT TO DIE! YOU WOULDN'T KILL YOUR OWN SON! OH NO, FATHER NO! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
Bob laid curled up in pain. He did not know what to do. He had finally run out of plans. He waited for his death to come upon him. His fate was in his father's hands.
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