Hiya again. I think (/hope) this will be the last chapter, I have another fic I should be working on, but I'm sure we all know what it's like, work on something long enough and you get bored with it. For anyone who may be reading this and 'Remember Me' don't worry, there will be another chapter at some point. Thank you to all of my reviewers:
alliwantislove: all will be revealed in the fullness of time. I'm glad you like what I've done to Jack, and believe me, he gets even worse :>Thank you for reviewing
cakreut12: your wish is my command, another update. I hope you like it. Thanks for reviewing
fubukis-wraph: I'm sorry he scares you but guess what, he gets WORSE in this chapter. (Hands fubukis-wraph a pillow to hide behind) hope he doesn't scare you too badly. I will reveal all by the time this fic is finished I promise. And your asking me because I am the only person in the world with the ability to answer your questions about this fic (ha ha, major power trip going on there lol) Thanks for reviewing.
ghostymangarocker: is this soon enough? Thanks for reviewing but I can't really respond without giving it away. It will all be reveled by the end of this chapter, I promise.
And here we go with chapter 3 of the intended one-shot fic I stared all the way back in April
Chapter 3 – Exposed
Jack watched the ghost as he struggled in the manacles, a small smile on his lips. He let the phantom struggle a few moments longer before he lent in close and said.
"There's no point doing that either, they're made of iron and coated in the same substance as the net was, you're only making yourself weaker by struggling."
Once again the bright green eyes fixed upon the ghost hunter and Jack could clearly see the terror hidden in their depths, but he misinterpreted its source to be the situation he now found himself in. For a second he felt a pang of guilt for doing this to another living being, until he remembered that he wasn't a living being, he was a monster. The very one who had destroyed his life twenty years ago and ironically, set him down the path to hunting ghosts.
"What…what are you going to do to me?" the young phantom stammered, trying to keep his voice level through the terror of having being caught and dragged down to what looked to be like a medieval torture chamber.
Jack turned away from the specter and began searching through the many inventions that cluttered the shelves of the lab. He kept his back to the ghost the entire time so he couldn't see what the ghost hunter was doing. Finally, he found what he was looking for and, keeping his back turned he said, "I'm just going to give you a little incentive to talk"
When he turned back he was holding a monstrous looking piece of equipment. It was a long, thin cylinder onto which all manner of sharp and pointy objects had been grafted. The ghost cringed at the sight of it, it looked horrific. And without the aid of his powers he knew that it was going to hurt. A lot.
"Talk about what" the ghost stammered as his voice shook
"How you killed Kate"
"Kate, who's Kate?"
Jack couldn't believe what he had heard. This monster had killed his first true love and couldn't even remember it. Twenty years of repressed rage bubbled to the surface as he balled his massive hand into a fist and hit the ghost square in the jaw.
"Kate was the incredible woman you had the gall to kill in cold blood twenty years ago for no reason whatsoever. Kate was the woman you killed as I walked her to the restaurant where I was about to propose. Kate was the love of my life and you took her from me you uncaring, unfeeling piece of trash." Once more the ghost hunter swung, this time connecting to the ghost's stomach.
"How dare you not remember her? Have you killed so many people that one just doesn't register? How can you be so cold?" for a third time Jack swung his massive fist and connected with the ghost's black and silver clad chest.
What would have been his breath completely left the small body suspended on the wall before the ghost hunter and he was totally unable to speak for a few minutes while Jack stormed off into the lab, presumably to look for more gadgets to use on his prisoner.
The snowy haired phantom hung by his wrists and ankles as he tried to process what had just happened to him. The words that had been angrily spat at him repeated themselves over and over in his mind while he struggled to compose himself before the malevolent man came back for more. Pain swam through him from his jaw, chest and stomach causing his vision to go hazy round the edges 'oh god no, I can't pass out, not here' he concentrated on the pain and staying awake, desperate to get out of this one in one piece.
Jack returned carrying yet more gadgetry in his massive arms, ignoring the moaning coming from the body strapped to the wall. Meticulously he laid each piece, one by one, on a table directly in front of the ghost looking up every time to see the reaction on the ghost's face as each piece looked more horrific than the last. When the last gadget was on the table he gave the phantom a look that would send a rabid tiger running for cover, circled round the table to stand before his prisoner once again and spoke.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Why did you do it?" Jack asked with an unnerving calmness in his voice.
"Look" the spirit began, exasperated by the accusation and terrified that his cockiness would get him another beating "I am truly sorry for your loss, but it couldn't have possibly been me who did it; I wasn't even alive 20 years ago…"
"You're not alive now" Jack replied
"Good point, but not the one I'm trying to make…I am too young to be the…" his sentence was cut off as, with a cat's grace, Jack took up one of the instruments. This one looked like a whip with a metal handle and a long leather tail. He struck the apparition across the chest leaving a long diagonal tear in the black and silver jumpsuit, exposing the pale flesh beneath it and pulling a scream from the throat of the snowy haired ghost. Blood trickled from the fresh wound and dripped onto the cold, tiled floor beneath him.
"Don't you dare try to lie to me. I was there Ghost. I saw it with my own eyes. You appeared out of no-where, shot something at Kate and then laughed as she lay dying in my arms. You stood back and laughed." With that he sent the whip flying again. A second tear blossomed below the first on the ghost's chest, a twin to the one already cut into the fabric, and he let out another scream of agony. Blood began to well and trickle down his chest from this second wound as his head lolled down to his chest and his world darkened.
Seeing this Jack sent his fist to follow the whip and embedded it in the small form's stomach. The specter's head snapped back up but he couldn't scream, his breath having being stolen once again. His head fell back towards his chest as his eyes began to spontaneously shut.
"Oh no you don't…" Jack exclaimed as he grabbed a fistful of the ghost's snow-white hair and forced his head back up so his bright green eyes were level with the ghost hunter's. "…I haven't even started with you"
"Look" the diminutive phantom panted "I…don't know…how else…to say this…It wasn't me…I'm too young…"
With his hand still tangled in the spirit's hair Jack used his free hand to take hold of the whip once more and swing it as best he could in the space between himself and his captive. Due to the narrow space, when Jack flicked his wrist the leather strap was forced to remain lower than it had usually struck. This time it shot through the air and hit first one of the ghost's legs, then the other as it continued it's flight through the air. It left in it's wake a set of lacerations in the fabric of the all in one jumpsuit, and a matching set on the phantom's legs underneath.
"You are going to suffer for what you did to me and Kate all those years ago, you hear me. I am going to inflict as much pain on you as you did on me that day." Jack all but screamed into the ghost's face. In response, the bright green eyes slid shut and he swallowed once before Jack let go of his hair and dropped his head in disgust.
He took a step back and prepared to strike again when there was a flash of bright white light. A pair of bluish white rings formed at the specter's waist and traveled up and down his body. Jack stared in amazement as the black and silver jumpsuit was replaced with a pair of baggy blue jeans and a red and white t-shirt, both of which were ripped in the same places as the jumpsuit had been. The snow white hair became midnight black and he knew instinctively that the bright green eyes were now sky blue. He knew this because he was well aware of the identity of the teenager who now hung from his wrists and ankles on the wall.
"Danny?"
End of Chapter
Oooo I'm evil aren't I? What has Jack done? Will he ever be able to forgive himself? Will Danny ever forgive him? What's going to happen now that his secret is out?
All these and more questions shall be answered in the fourth (and most likely final) installment of 'Through Her Eyes'
May the Angels bless you and keep you safe
Anawiel