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Lar-ton

The dimly lit town hall was packed with people, all eagerly awaiting the wedding of Halloween Towns favourite couple. The Mayor stood in proud of place at the podium, wearing his 'happy face'.

Jack stood near the stage, paler then usual, drumming his pencil like fingers against his legs. He coughed nervously, and straightened his bats wing tie.

"Not got the 'jitters' have you my boy?" asked the Mayor, noticing his unease.

"No." Jack lied quickly. Next to him Lock and Barrel were squabbling.

After Oogie Boogie had gone, they, along with Shock of course, we're left alone, defenceless and with a town full of angry people baying for their blood, and craving for revenge after years of having eggs hurled at their houses. Without Oogie to scare them, the 'trick or treaters' were forced to say sorry, and beg for forgiveness. After being made to do odd jobs about the town, Lock, Shock and Barrel were finally forgiven and, God only knows, liked.

"What are you two arguing about?" snapped Jack, glaring down at the two boys, who for the occasion had abandoned their costumes and had donned smart suits.

Lock gave Barrel a vicious shove, sending him into the black lily flower arrangements before answering Jack.

"We're arguing about who gets to give you the ring" he scowled. "I should do it, I'm bigger!"

"No way!" yelled Barrel, pulling lily petals out of his spider like hair "I'm cuter, I should do it!"

"That's not a good reason," said Lock, poking him in the chest.

"Is!" retorted Barrel, returning the poke,

"IS NOT," screamed Lock, punching him.

A scuffle broke out; Lock and Barrel were rolling about on the floor, yelling at each other. Jack rolled his eyes towards heaven and groaned, before grabbing the two boys by the scruff of the neck and hoisting them to eye level.

"One of you can give me the ring" said Jack forcefully "and the other can make the speak, does that sound fair?"

"Yes" chorused the boys,

"I'll do the speech" announced Lock proudly.

"No way" wailed Barrel; kicking Lock hard on the shins "I'm doing the speech!"

"You said you were doing the ring," said Lock, "so that's what you'll do" he then stuck his tongue out and waggled it at Barrel.

"I don't wanna do the ring" scowled his counterpart.

"You did 3 minutes ago"

"That's because I didn't know I could do a speech!"

Jack watched them frowning, but secretly was amused by their petty arguments and marvelled at how Lock and Barrel could turn anything (and everything) into an argument.

He dropped the boys to the floor, halting their squabbles and to their horror and delight pulled out his shiny black eye. They recoiled slightly as it was held in front of them.

"The one who chooses the eye gives me the ring, the one who doesn't does the speech. Agreed?"

"Agreed" the replied excitedly.

Jack pulled both hands behind his back, and moved the eye from one hand to the other before holding them clasped in front of Lock and Barrel.

"Lock first, as he's the oldest!"

Lock smirked at the glowering Barrel and jabbed his finger towards Jack's left hand, which he opened the reveal nothing, meaning the eye was in his right.

"Lock, you will do the speech, Barrel you give me the ring. Happy?"

"No" came the sullen reply.

"Tough" said Jack, popping his eye back in with a sickening squelch.

At that moment the music started, a haunting, drawn out melody that wandered through the church like a lost spirit.

The wedding was about to begin!

A death like hush fell over the guests as the doors opened, allowing a shaft of bright sun light to float in.

From the sunlight, like something out of a dream, walked Sally.

For Jack it felt like every breath in his body had been torn out of his chest, he felt the same sense of longing ache in his bones as it did every time he spotted Sally, only this time, it had intensified.

She seemed to glide down the aisle as a proud Dr. Finklestine wheeled beside her. For what seemed like an eternity Sally moved towards Jack, even beneath her snow-white vial, he could see her wide, beaming smile and tears of complete joy. Jack smiled at her as she took her place by the alter.

"Dearly beloved" cried the Mayor "we are gathered here to do to celebrate the marriage of Jack Skelington, the Pumpkin King and Sally.er…er Finklestine.

The guests roared and clapped their approval, until the Mayor raised his hand to silence them.

"Now, before we proceed with the ceremony, are there any persons here present who has any reason why these two, may not be wed. Speak now, or forever hold your peace!"

A few of the guests chuckled.

The mayor went to open his mouth when an unknown voice spoke up from the back of the hall.

"I object to this wedding"

A collective gasp rippled through the hall, accomnied by the clicking of the Mayor, as he turned his head to his 'unhappy face'.

"I demand to know why" he screamed, nearly toppling over through anger.

"The groom is already married" came the voice, it seemed to purr with happiness as if it relished the fact it was the barer of bad news.

"To whom?" insisted the Mayor, staring from Jack to the shadows where the voice lay.

There was a pause, the tenants of Halloween town were on their feet, waiting in baited breath for Jack's unknown wife.

"Me!"

From the shadows, like a snake from a hole, came a woman.

The guests gasped, not at what she had to do with Jack, but at the way she looked. She was tall, so she towered over most of the females in the room, her long, black hair that was as dark as a moonless night fell to the floor like a shroud, underneath her netted hat that perched precariously on her head, were cold, deadly eyes.

She strutted down the aisle with surprising gracefulness as she was in 8-inch stilettos that merely added to her inhuman height. She wore a tight fitted bodice, that traced her curves as easily as smoke would twirl in the air, and a short skirt, that showed a great deal of her long, lean yet shapely legs.

As she walked towards Jack and Sally, who had remained frozen since the objection was shouted, the guest seemed to shrink away from her, as if sensing her powerful and evil nature.

"Jack and I" she said, fixing him with a cold stare "were married years ago, and-" she paused and let out a harsh laugh, "we were never divorced"

Jack shook his head as words failed him, it seemed as though he'd slipped into a nightmare, only Sally wrenching her hand free of his brought him back to reality.

"Sally" he said, "Please, it's not true…" He turned to face her, and something inside him died.

Her eyes were dull, lifeless and bore into his soul, her delicate cloth features were drenched in tears and she was shaking through sorrow. She gave Jack a fleeting look, before running from the hall, sobbing uncontroably, pausing only to drop her bouquet of black lilies.

Jack made to run after her, but Doctor Finklestines voice echoed towards him

"Haven't you caused enough trouble, and suffering for the poor girl. Leave her be…"

So he stayed still, eyes fixed on the door that his one and only love had ran through.

He barely noticed the guests leaving, muttering darkly amongst themselves, no doubt about the events of the service.

The town hall seemed grave and cold compared to what it was several minutes ago.

For Jack, it was if the wall were closing in on him, suffocating him, caging him, forever. An anxious pull at his jacket finally made him lower his gaze. It was Lock, looking very vexed; he was still tugging at Jack's wedding jacket, even though he'd got his undivided attention.

"What is it, Lock?"

"Do I still get to do the speech?"