Summary:
Sometimes Jack likes to act weird and play games.
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Jack sprinted down the hallway, sliding into the room closest. Slowly, he peaked his head out of the doorway, catching his breath.
No monster in sight. Good.
Grinning, he moved into a crouching position as he listened to the talks downstairs. His poor comrades were trapped down there with the great beast, confused and probably terrified. Jack knew he would be if he was faced with that situation.
The spirit pulled out a flat rock from his hoodie pocket and held it close to his mouth, beginning his daily report of the day.
"Day two of the beast's escape." Jack began, sighing into the "recorder". "And unfortunately it has already claimed one life." He closer his eyes, remembering the poor elf that had got run over by the monster's huge feet. It didn't stand a chance. "But I am staying strong for the others. They need a strong leader.
"Currently I am hiding in a room in what is commonly known as the North Pole, or Santa's Workshop. For how many more days I have to stay here is unknown, but I am on my own…it is going to be hard, especially seeing as the beast is hunting every step I take. If this recording is found before I am, I have one final wish – tell my team that they were the worst, seeing as they didn't save me…unless they have already died. Then I apologise, and my last wish is to slingshot me off one of those rollercoaster things that the humans have; I've always fancied going on those, alive or dead. Can you image my body just flying across a city?!" Jack laughed at the mental image of his supposedly dead body shooting across the sky. "Ah well, no humans will see it but my ghost certainly will…" Suddenly, a loud bang echoed down the halls, followed by a flurry of heavy footsteps.
"Oh no! It's found me!" Jack cried out, shoving the stone back into his pocket. "Run!" The spirit bolted out of the doorway and scrambled up a bookshelf and onto the rafters above. His staff, tragically, had been stolen by the monster itself and now was lying in the depths of its lair. As Jack began to cross the rafters, his stone slipped out of his pocket and made a loud clunk as it hit the ground. Jack felt tears brim into his eyes.
"My recorder…" He whispered, reaching a hand out. It was no use. It was gone.
Or was it?
Was Jack willing to risk his life for his "recorder", which held all of his desperate thoughts?
Yes, yes he was.
"This could be a danger for the mission." Jack muttered, swinging himself onto the bottom rafter, eyes darting for any sign of the monster. "But because I'm so brave, I'm going to do it. I'll be a hero." The spirit flipped himself around so he was hanging by his legs, about to drop to the ground when it came.
Feet pounding the floorboards, eyes shining a wicked green, the beast had found him. One of its impossibly large ears twitched and it opened its mouth to say something, but Jack didn't give it the chance.
"Retreat!" He screamed, abandoning the stone for the monster to eat. He scrambled up the rafters again but the monster caught his ankle. Jack screamed again.
"Back beast!" The spirit yelled and kicked it in the face, hitting its twitching nose. Not wasting any time, Jack slid past the monster and down the stairs once more, stumbling the last few steps. On the ground, there lay a stick and Jack picked it up, speaking into it like it was a microphone.
"Star Command, can you read me?" He yelled as he shot through a room with a few elves in it. His crew!
"Thank god! You chums are alive!" He cried out, pulling them into a hug. "Dingle, I thought the beast took you for sure!" Dingle the elf looked confused, pointing at himself. Jack eyes widened and he gasped loudly. "You stabbed it?! Well done old chum!" He patted the bewildered elf on the back. "I shall ask Star Command to promote you!" Dingle smiled stupidly, showing off to the other elves. Suddenly, a loud yell came from the room behind him.
"What the bloody hell is goin' on?!"
Jack gasped again, standing up.
"By god…the beast is learning our language!" He turned to the elves. "You know what this means right? It's evolving." He shuddered and, with a last thumbs up at Dingle, sprinted out of the room and into the next.
"Star Command, do you copy?!" He yelled into his stick. "Drat." He muttered, pocketing the object. "I must have no signal here." Charging through a slim corridor, Jack realised that he was standing on a bridge. Looking down, he almost fainted at what he saw.
Monsters.
Not like the one that was hunting him, though – these had no ears and a lot more fur, and were wider that his chaser. They spoke in garbled grunts an gestures, but what was most disturbing was the things that they were working on.
At first glance, he thought that they were making toys, but then he reminded himself that misters did not make toys. These were weapons. Wooden planes, metal robots and small rocking horses were crowding the tables.
"They have overrun!" Jack yelled, fishing the stick out of his pocket again.
"Star Command, do you copy?!" He scanned the beasts beneath him. "I have found the mother base. I repeat, I have found the mother base! The beasts are evolving I tell you! EVOLVING!" The spirit quickly glanced at the door to make sure no one was entering yet. So far, so good. "We need to send teams here immediately to stop them before they breed! They seem to be making weapons to deposit around the world, and if they win, we are DOOMED!"
A loud crash made him jump, and the door was almost thrown off its hinges. The beast was standing in the doorway, holding what seemed to be a boomerang in one of its huge paws.
"What are ya doin'?!" The monster asked in an innocent voice, but Jack wasn't falling for it. Shrieking, he dashed to the other side of the bridge and out of the other door. The heavy drum of footsteps behind him made the spirit run faster, sliding across the polished floors and into the largest room the prison he was in.
"Star Command, do you read me?!" He panted into the stick. Star Command didn't answer again, so the spirit decided to use a table as cover until he could get better signal.
"Jack?" Black boots came into his view, followed by a bearded face.
"Captain North!" Jack breathed. "You're alive!" North looked confused, so Jack tried to explain. "I thought you got killed by the beast."
"What beast?!" North asked. Jack facepalmed.
"Now is not the time for jokes, Captain! We have a mission!" He ordered.
"Oi!" Am Aussie accent echoed through the room and Jack quickly flattened himself onto the floor, whispering: "the beast is here…"
North, hearing Jack's comment, let out a booming laugh.
"I understand now!" He laughed. "Is good joke, no?"
"I told you, no time for joking." Jack whispered. "Captain! It can see you! Hide!" He was right – the monster walked forwards, placing the weapon back in his belt.
"Do ya know what the bloody hell is going on?" The beast asked.
"Don't talk to it!" Jack yelled. "Just stay still – I'll call backup!" He cried into his stick, or "microphone": "Star Command! Captain Jack is calling for urgent backup! I repeat – urgent backup NOW!"
"He does this sometimes when he is bored." North whispered.
"Good idea! Distract it whilst I stab it!" Jack said, raising his stick in the air and crawling out from under that table.
"I will not!" The beast growled, lunging forwards. Jack didn't have time to dodge as the monster's paws caught the back of his hoodie, and his stick dropped to the ground. Jack shrieked as he was tossed in the air and slung over the monster's back.
"The beast has got me!" The spirit screamed, wiggling in the monster's arms. "Captain North! Help me!"
"Yes sir!" North jumped into the game, pulling out his sword and pointing it at Bunny. "You let my friend go, or you will die, beast!"
"Bloody hell!" Bunny dropped Jack, who swiftly kicked him in the shin.
"Drive it out!" Jack ordered, throwing his stick at the beast's head. "WE WILL FIGHT TO THE DEATH!"
"CHARGE!" North yelled. He and Jack both chased "the beast" out of the Pole in whatever means possible, almost falling over from laughing too hard.