Welcome back. If you are just joining us, go back and read chapter one. If not, feel free to continue. I was just about to read the one plus review that I got. Yeah. ONE. JUST one. There's like, nobody in the TNBC section of this site. Thanks to those who DID review, however.
Flight815survivor: Jack: Yeah, we could come to some agreement, but then it wouldn't be any fun! For me, I mean. As for Sugary... uncovers Sugary's mouth
Sugary: HEEEEEELLLLPPPP!
Jack: oh well, at least she knows me. ;)
Jack: Ya know, It's really quite sad that nobody else reviewed. Now I'm going to have to force Sugary to eat this live worm. pulls out live worm
Sugary: EWW! I am NOT eating that!
Jack: But it's good. eats
Sugary: Okay, that's just sick.
Jack: It's not as bad as some of the stuff you teenagers eat. I mean, really - french fries? Pizza? That's sickening.
Sugary: drools at prospect of edible food hey man, don't knock it until you try it.
Jack: If that's the case, then eat this other worm I convinenetly had in my other pocket.
Sugary: NO!
Jack: Just pretend it's a french fry.
Sugary: But it's not.
Jack: Well, pretend it is.
Sugary: You are NOT shoving that wriggling, slimy thing down my throat, Pumpkin King or no!
Jack: I'll MAKE you eat it then. Forces worm into Sugary's mouth Now chew.
Sugary: You've gotta be kidding me. This is already going to make me gag!
Jack: I said CHEW, Sugary! Forces Sugary to chew and then swallow There. Now was that so bad?
Sugary: YES! feels sick I certainly hope that you didn't just pull that worm out of the ground.
Jack: Ignorance is bliss, Sugary. evil grin Anyway, let's get back to the story. It is now Jonathan's turn to tell it - for one portion, anyway, and Sugary, you better not force yourself to puke that worm back up, or I'll just make you eat another one.
Sugary: I don't know what's worse - Having eaten that worm and feeling like I have to puke afterwards, or having eaten the worm and having little bits of it stuck in my braces still. O.o
Jack: Okay, welcome, Jonathan. Jonathan walks on stage
Jonathan: Hi, everyone, my name is Jonathan.
Audience: Hi, Jonathan...
Jonathan: Hi, this is going to start with me thinking. Okay?
Audience: O.o
Audience: -- ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz...
crickets chirp
Jack: Okay... That was exciting... O.o
Sugary: -- ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz... Gets smacked by Jonathan Oh, what'd I miss? Oh, it's just you. Hey Jack, can I puke on him?
Jack: No, you can tolerate me having forced you to eat that worm.
Jonathan: You forced her to eat a worm? O.o
Jack: looks annoyed Get on with the story, Jonathan...
Jonathan: Make me!
Jack: Evil grin disappears
Jonathan: What now?
Jack: suddenly appears behind him RAWR!
Jonathan: screams like sissy girl Okay, okay, I'll get on with it!
Flashback
Jonathan's apartment, 9:45 pm
It was too much. First, he had been docked a week's pay for causing that accident in Studio 28, then his hours had dramatically been shot up so that he now had to work the night shift, and now Jack had embarrasssed him in front of the entire Special Effects crew. No. It was just too much stress. He was NOT going to suffer anymore. He was so sick of his crappy job, apartment, and LIFE, reminders of how Jack would always win, how Jack would always get the girl, how Jonathan would always be left in the shadows. It was like Jack had spread a cancer to him, one that took all he had ever wanted and claimed it for its own; one that begged removal. And how was cancer removed from the body? It was cut out via surgery, of course. A knife sat on the kitchen/living room/bedroom/dining room table, pleading to be used. To excise the cancer that had stolen his life. One slice to the neck, and it'd be over before it even started.
The blade glittered inticingly. Tonight Jontahan would be paying Jack a little visit, but NOT to Trick-or-Treat.
Flashback ends
Jack: Okay, my turn again. kicks Jonathan out of studio
Sugary: Struggles not to throw up
Flashback
Jack's house, 10:30 pm
It was a pleasent night for Halloween to fall on. Not a cloud was in the sky, and the moon was full, adding to the eerie Autumn atmosphere. The last group of Trick-or-Treaters had just paied a visit, and now Jack was relaxing in his living room with some of the leftover Popcorn Balls he had made for treats this year. He grabbed the remote and flicked on the television. Some stupid B-grade horror movie was playing on TNT. Whatever. He flipped throught the channels until he got to ABC Family. World's Scariest Places was on, a Fall favorite for Jack. He eagerly munched his salty-but-sweet treat as the doorbell rang.
The family on TV screamed as Jack got up and walked over to the door, wondering who in the world would let their kids out this late to Trick-or-treat. Maybe the kids are older, he thought. He opened the door to find Jonathan standing there, grinning like the cat who had swallowed the canary. This seemed incredibly fishy, because Jonathan didn't even know where Jack lived, and so never paid him a visit - until now, that is.
"Hello, Jonathan," Jack said. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Just dropping in," Jonathan replied. His grip tightened on the knife behind his back.
Jack noticed the conceiled hands and asked what Jonathan was hiding.
"Oh, nothing, nothing," Jonathan dismissed. "It's a little gift for you, ya know, to repay you for all that you've done for me." He sat on the couch. Jack hesitantly followed suit.
"I didn't do anything for you, though," Jack replied. Things were beginning to seem very fishy all of the sudden.
"It's for your birthday, too," Jonathan lied quickly. "Oh, what are you watching?"
"World's Scariest Places. It's a really interesting show where they send people to all these places that are allegedly haunted."
"Oh."
Silence. Uncomfortable silence.
"You'll have to turn the TV off if you want your present." Jonathan grinned eagerly.
Jack flicked the TV off, never letting his eyes leave Jonathan's.
"The light too," Jonathan said, unsheathing the hunting knife behind his back.
Jack hesitated a second, then flicked the floor lamp off as well.
"Are you ready?"
"I guess so."
"Okay, then. Goodnight, Jack."
There was a loud gasp, then a thud. Jonathan flicked on the lights. Jack had fallen face first on the floor, a knife sticking out of his back.
What happened? Where am I? Why can't I remember anything?
Jack felt odd, as if he were floating. Colors flashed and blended in front of him. He felt numb and cold, as if he were frozen, yet he could easily move. Nothing seemed certain anymore - his depth perception, sense of direction, et cetera and so forth, all were either paralyzed or gone. He knew that he was dead; he had felt the knife enter his back, but it had been so quick that he had felt relatively no pain.
What's that? A light? Okay, Jack, either you're dreaming or this is real, and right now I'm opting for the second choice.
Certainly Jack had heard stories about death and the afterlife, stories about how the soul would travel until it found the light at the end of the tunnel. But some souls, he thought, Don't make that transition. They become lost and turn back in a effort to find where they must go. And some simply believe that they haven't died yet and must go back. There they become trapped. I certainly don't want that to happen to me.
Through some effort and a bit of practice, Jack managed to find out how to 'swim' through this lifeless void and eventually got close enough to the light to see that it was actually a small orb of light with orange and purple swirling around inside of it, like a tiny galaxy that couldn't have been larger than Jack's hand. Maybe, he thought, This is a portal to another universe. Okay, Jack, that's just silly. Regardless of this, Jack couldn't help but touch the light orb, shiny and bright as it was. As soon as he did, it grew into a large disk, now looking more like a portal than it had previously. Is this really where I'm supposed to go? he thought, What will it be like? Will I be different?
Jack looked at the light disk in awe for a moment, then took a nonexistant deep breath, plunged head first into it, and quite literally stepped into another world.
End Flashback
Jack: Now, you all better review this time, or I'll force Sugary to eat something far worse than a worm. And then I'll come find you and scare you out of your pants.
Sugary: You got that from your song in the movie.
Jack: Whatever!