Chapter 33
Old Friends
"Stupid hick humans," Jack muttered under his breath. He was glaring at the old, gray stonewall in front of him. He hung his arms and head through the gaps between the bars on his cell door in a lazy fashion. He'd felt like he'd been there for at least two hours.
"They don't even have any evidence."
Jack's holding cell was a little stone shack called a prison. Like wise, he was the only occupant. His cell was dark, damp, and moldy. The only light was illuminated from a single dim torch on the wall. There were no windows, was no food, and no chance of leaving.
"Hey!" Jack yelled through the bars, "Is anyone there? Hello? Visiting hours are over and I'm done visiting! Hello? Oh, come on! It was an accident! Let me out! I'm sorry."
Jack took in a deep breath, then released it. He gave up.
"I just hope Sydney's okay," He whispered to himself.
"Jack? Jack Skellington?" a young boy's voice replied.
Jack's head shot up. He looked around with only the dim torch to see.
The voice came from outside the wall, directly in front of Jack's cell. Jack could just barely recognize the voice.
"Hello? I s someone there?" Jack cried out in desperation, "Yes. I am Jack Skellington."
A Second person spoke. He gave a low laugh/gulp before saying, "That's him! That's the Pumpkin King! We got to bust him out!"
A third voice added, "Nope! No, we can't help him. That would be meddling."
The third voce was hard to describe, but he sounded like a duck.
The boy groaned, "Come on, Donald! He's our friend. We have to help him."
The duck threw a tantrum, "Sora, don't you dare—!"
In a blast of orange flames, the wall in front of Jack was suddenly blown in. Jack threw himself against one of his side cell walls to avoid the flying bricks. He closed his eye sockets until he was pretty sure that the dust from the broken brick had settled. What Jack saw when he opened them was the Key Barer, Sora, with his keyblade extended before him; having just shot a fireball from the slaying end of his key. Next to him were his traveling companions: a duck named Donald, and a tall, black, dog-like creature named Goofy.
Sora did a nifty spinning trick with his keyblade before resting it on his shoulder. He smiled big at Jack, "Could we be of some service?"
Jack grinned a big, grateful smile back, "Sora! Donald! Goofy! What are you guys doing here?"
Sora shrugged, "We're still trying to find King Mickey. Lucky we came by here."
"Oh, Sora, thank god you came—"
Jack stopped talking. His expression went from delighted to a frightened worry. He looked beyond Sora to see vast amounts of black smoke rising into the air. It seemed that a huge bonfire had been started in Town Square. Then came a girl's scream of torture.
Jack breathed, "Sydney."