Geo: Hello guys. As of right now, we are rewriting the first three chapters. So when we post this, they will be rewritten so check those out and tell us what you think.
Red: I am gonna do some review thing that some authors do.
Omega Ultra: We know, and that's why we're rewriting stuff.
Guest: One: AAaAAAAAAgGGGGgGgGgGHHHhHHHH
Two: who and what is this Jack thing
Three: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE SANTIAGOS
You've evil tsundered or whatever Ronnie, and you turn sweet lovable Bobby into f***ing masochanist
Geo soul you really are a grade S demented grandmotherf***er
I'm so furious with you my language is all out whack.
Red's Response: I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously when you sound so dumb. AN EVIL TSUNDERE!? Geo, does that even exist?
Geo: Nope.
Red: Has this dumbass never heard of a fucking YANDERE?!
Anyway, let's get on with this shit.
-Nicktoons Love in The Loud House-
Jack walked down the stairs with a smirk on their face. They carefully looked around and saw Lynn on the couch, her bloodstained baseball bat gripped in her hands. They slowly crawled behind the couch and into the basement. They opened a small window and crawled out into the backyard, where they walked into the shed.
"Now where is it?" They said in a combined voice as they finally found a lever which they pulled. The bottom of the shed lifted up as a drop with a ladder was shown.
Jack went down the ladder to a secret room with an outfit and many weapons. They slipped into the outfit which consisted of a black duffel bag, black combat shoes with steel toes, black jeans, a black metal studded belt, a blood red bandana around their neck, a dark orange sleeveless shirt, a black trench coat with a large hood, metal goggles with night vision and thermal reading, and black gloves with fingers made of liquid metal.
"Time for some fun!" They said as they grabbed two Khopesh blade, pistols, a revolver, a military sniper rifle with a silencer, two shotguns modified to be able to fire four shots at once, and a military grade assault rifle.
They climbed back out and managed to escape undetected by Luna. Jack pulled out a cross covered gold pocket watch with a mirror inside and saw Lincoln. "So who's the first victim of tonight?" He asked as Jack kept walking. "Father Michael." He answered. "THE CATHOLIC PRIEST?!" Lincoln shouted. "The very same!"
"Are you sure?" Jack stopped walking. "Lincoln, this asshole has raped many children, both boys AND girls, the youngest being a THREE year old girl. What if he did it to Lana, to Lola, to LILY!?" Lincoln's hair shaded his eyes. "Jack…"
"Yeah?" He said as Lincoln looked back up again, his eyes cold. "Let's kill this motherfucking son of a bitch." Jack grinned as he started moving forward again. "Good to see you're onboard."
"You know, they're gonna find out we're gone tonight. We're gonna need an excuse." Lincoln said. "How 'bout we say… 'I'm sorry, but I went out to get something for Lucy, to cheer her up'. Jack said, mimicking Lincoln's voice. "Okay, but I'm deciding what to get."
"Fine by me… We're here Lincoln, and it looks like he's home." Jack said as he stopped in front of a house. "Do we hide the body like all the others?" Lincoln asked.
"… No. Let's send a message to all rapists, that they're marked for death." He answered.
"Agreed." Jack closed the pocket watch and walked towards a wall. The liquid metal fingers in their gloves turned razor thin mini scythes that were jagged like a saw's teeth. They climbed the wall up onto the roof and carefully down the chimney. "I feel like a homicidal Santa Claus right now." Lincoln said. "Shhh."
"Keep it down Ebenezer Stupid!" Lincoln scowled. "Shut the fuck Lincoln! He could hear you!" Jack whisper shouted. "And I'm not a homicidal serial killer, I'm a vigilante genocidal maniac, there's a huge fucking difference."
"Yeah yeah." They climbed down to the bottom and saw a light from the kitchen, and could hear what sounded like a child in the basement.
They sneaked across the floor and into the basement, quietly closing the door behind them. Jack went over and cut on the lights and what they saw nearly made them vomit. There were many bloody corpses of children, most of them boys. The only living one was a small girl two years younger than Lisa wearing nothing but an extremely baggy grey shirt which made her look smaller and torn pants, her bloody and bruised skin was almost as white as the dead around them and her silver hair reached the floor.
They heard footsteps and quickly turned the lights back off and jumped up into the rafters. They waited for him to come down, placing their goggles over their eyes and pulling a crimson bandana over their mouth and nose. Their eyes narrowed when the lights came on and their target walked into open view
His grey hair was cut short and his eyes were as grey as his hair, despite that, he was in his thirties. A scowl made its way onto their face as they slowly wrapped their legs around the beam they were on and hung upside down, right behind him before grabbing his throat, pulling him up before they locked eyes.
"Father Michael… you are found guilty of rape, attempted rape, sexually abusing children, first degree murder, and attempted murder. You say you are a man of Jehova, yet you commit one of the most heinous of sins, even his son Jesus wouldn't help you. Your penalty… is an eternity in Hell." They said as they shoved their clawed hand into his chest and pulled out his heart before crushing it. They pulled out an emerald heart pendant with a white gold cross in the center. A grey mist came out from Father Michael and went into the gem.
Jack climbed down and threw the body into the corner, the girl watching it was terrified at what she had just witnessed and wondered of the man were going to kill her as well.
"Please, don't hurt me!" She begged with tears streaming down her face. Jack looked over and a frown came over their face as they took off the bandana and walked over the girl and reached out to her. She braced herself for getting hit but found it never, came instead she felt them rubbing her head.
Her eyes opened and they saw the softest pair of ice blue eyes they had ever seen. "Are you okay?" They asked her using Lincoln's voice, trying to remain calm and focused. She still flinched, even at his voice. She slowly nodded.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." Jack said. "You...you... won't?" She asked, still nervous. They nodded their head, pulling down the goggles. She gave a small smile. "Thank you."
"What that man was a horrid thing, and you shouldn't have to suffer for his actions." He spoke with a smile, slowly bringing the small child into a hug.
"Do you have a name?" They asked softly. She shook her head. "I don't have one." She spoke sadly.
"Well… how about Krystal?" Lincoln suggested, slowly taking more control. "Kris-tol?" She tried pronouncing adorably.
They gave a chuckle and rubbed her head. "How would you like to come with us, to our home?" Lincoln and Jack asked. "Really, I'd have a home?" She said perking up.
They nodded. "And a family… something that I never had for a long time." Jack said. She looked at them. "W-would that make you my d-daddy?" She said, her eyes welling up. "Yeah… I guess it would." They said.
She wrapped her arms around them and they hugged back. "Don't worry… daddy's here." Lincoln said, holding on to his… daughter.
"Jack, I think we might have a problem." Lincoln told him. They pulled out and opened the pocket watch. "What is it?"
"How're we gonna explain to mom and dad about Krystal?" He said, not wanting to leave the little child. "We'll worry about that later. For now… let's take her home."
"Agreed." Lincoln said. "Come on Krystal, let's go home." They said. 'Maybe Lisa can do a health check to see if anything's wrong with her.'
"OK daddy." They smiled as they got up and took Krystal's hand and lifted her up onto their back.
Jack took the deceased Fathers wallet, picked up a container of gasoline, and lit a match. They threw it down and said a silent prayer for the slain children.
"Dear Jehova, please help the souls of those whose lives were taken by this man who dared to say he was a man of God. Please help them on their ascent to Heaven, Amen." They spoke as a lone tear was shed. They dropped the match into the container and left for the house.
"Are you excited to meet your mommies and aunties?" They asked their daughter. "Y-yeah." She said shyly.
"Don't worry… they'll love you, I promise." They said as they calmly climbed up the house and knocked on a window. The window opened." Hello Jack."
"Hey Lisa." They spoke with a smile as they climbed in the room. Lisa was shocked by not only seeing the small girl on their back, but seeing that she was half as tall as herself. "Please elaborate."
"Heh, well…"
*5 minutes later*
Lisa placed a hand over her mouth. "Oh my."
"Yeeeah." They said while Krystal sat on a bed.
"Are you my mommy?" Krystal asked innocently. "I'm technically your aunt." Lisa corrected the small girl, a look of worry on her face. "Techa wah?"
"Don't worry about it, I should check if you have any other injuries." Lisa said with a smile." Will it hurt?"
"Of course not."
"Lisa, can you watch over her for us?" Jack/Lincoln asked. "Can do."
"Don't worry Krys, we'll be back soon… we promise."
"Ok." She said nervously
Jack quietly climbed out the window and back into the dark town. "So now what?" Lincoln asked. "Simple, we keep killing."
"H-hey, leave me alone." The sound of a voice caught their attention. "Lincoln… did you hear that?"
"Yeah… it sounded like Cristina." Jack unknowingly had full control at the current moment, and started to jump across the rooftops towards her voice, his body changing as he ran.
"Ahhhh, help me!" Jack and Lincoln jumped from roof to roof until they found her being cornered by 5 teens. Jack's blood boiled as he reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a smoke bomb. He threw it down, causing a massive plume of smoke to appear instantly.
The thugs coughed from the heavy smoke as Cristina crawled away to hide. As she did she heard them scream in pain and terror
Jack was in full control, the white in his eyes now as black as the cold vacuum of space, his pupils a deep hell blue and slanted like a serpent, huge black wings sprouted from his back as well as a long tail. He cut each of them up until there was one left. The last thug was terrified at this thing he saw, and was even more frightened by its size, because it was nearly 9 feet tall. He pulled out a heavy pistol and shot at him. All his bullets hit but they just fell out, the bullet holes only oozing out blackish blood. "J-just what the hell are you?!"
"Jack, calm down. JACK!" Lincoln tried to talk to him, but his words fell on deaf ears.
"The Reaper's child." He spoke, his voice deep and scratchy, almost sounding like static. "The Bane of Hell. The Child of Slender. All names people have given me. But I only answer to one name." He grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up. He removed his hood, showing his black and white hair, his corpse white skin with black markings, and his dead black eyes with only hell blue pupils inside white irises showing. "I… am Skeleton Jack."
He crushed the mans throat and tore his head off, the spine still attached. Jack heard a gasp and turned his head towards Cristina, who had seen everything. His eyes slowly turned white again as a black smoke surrounded him.
"Cris…" He whispered as he finally heard Lincoln screaming. "JACK!" Jack blinked rapidly as he ran off, the smoke slowly disappearing.
"Huh what?" The bones in their shared body realigned and they shrunk down again, the wings and tail turning to smoke. "Thanks Linc."
"What the fuck was that?!" Lincoln exclaimed. "You've never done that before!"
"Yeah, I know. It's just that..." Jack took a deep breath. "Lincoln, tell me something. Did I ever tell you how I died?"
"No." They stopped running and jumped onto a roof. "I was 7 years old. My mother had me when she was 13. She wanted to keep me, but her parents took me from her. I went in and out of foster care many times, I made few friends. One day, my final caretaker… well, let's just say he was the reason I kill people like Father Michael… one day, my closest friend, she stole from the records and gave me my files, that was the day I finally died, after I learned what I was. After I died, he hid the body in a safe in the basement, but my soul still lurked, and I refused to just die. Someone had killed him, and made sure he was very much unrecognizable. I found my way to my mothers new home, and learned that she had been in an extreme depression, even trying to kill herself on few occasions, all because she had wanted to be with her son. Her parents had died when she was 17. And that she had recently had a new child, a daughter." He took another deep breath. "I soon found myself bound to a living body, you. And that this was Jehova's way of giving me a second chance."
"Jesus Christ Jack I..I had no idea."
"It apparently got worse when she saw on the news that I had died and what he did. But the police are still trying to find an explanation to his death."
Lincoln was at a loss for words. "Last year, when I was in control and you were asleep… I broke into the house and re-obtained my documents… and got reacquainted with my friends. The papers are in the shed."
"Wow." Their hand started to steam as the morning sunlight hit them. They jumped back down and Lincoln took control again. His skin gaining color, his eyes no longer metallic and his pupils a normal black, and his hair was pure white. He opened up the duffel bag and placed all the weapons in it. "Hey Lincoln, remember what we said about the sisters finding out about you sneaking out?"
"Yeah." Lincoln said. "Well, Lucy's birthday is in two days." Jack said as Lincoln's eyes went wide. "Damn it, you're right! I totally forgot!" He panicked.
"How much money is in the Father's wallet?" Jack asked as Lincoln reached into his pocket. "Let me se-HOLY SHIT! IT'S OVER $800!"
"Looks like the good Father has been taking from the donations." Jack smirked. "Oh yeah, most definitely."
"Look over to your right." Lincoln did so and saw a small pet store. "Lincoln, you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That we should head to the mall to get funnel cake?"
"What? No! Although that is a good idea… No dumbass. What the hell would a pet store have anything to do with cake? I'm thinking… a puppy!"
"Yeah I know, I was just messin with ya."
"You do realize I'm in your mind… right?"
"Yeahhh."
"Don't fucking lie to me boy." Jack said, his voice slowly turning southern.
"Hahahaha." Lincoln said sarcastically. "Why the hell are you slowly turning into Hank Hill?"
"Dang it Lincoln. Now you better shut the hell up, I tell you hwat!" This made Lincoln explode in laughter, followed by Jack chuckling. "C'mon, let's get Lucy a puppy. And hopefully something for Krys." Jack said. "Good idea."
Lincoln opened the door and barking was immediately heard. He looked and saw tons of dogs and many other animals. But one pup caught his eye. It was very small and very thin, smaller than his hand. It's short fur coat was white with traces of black all over, and it had large baby blue eyes. "Hey, this one is perfect!"
He picked up a book with the picture of all the dogs until he found the one he wanted. "Mix of wolf and Australian Shepherd?"
"That sounds fucking awesome." Jack said. "Yeah it does." Lincoln agreed. "How 'bout we get Krystal a little kitty cat?"
"Yeah a kitty for Krys, great idea Jack. Also, how are we gonna adopt her?"
"I think it's about time Lance made another appearance." Jack said.
*10 minutes later*
Lincoln walked out of the store with two separate cages. "Okay… now how are we gonna get back in our room undetected and explain about Krystal?" Lincoln asked. "I don't know. But first, to the shed to take these clothes off and read the notes."
"Notes?"
"My files, you dumb shite."
"Yeah yeah… stupid disembodied voice."
"You do realize I can control your shadow and kick your arse." Jack raised an eyebrow. "HAH! Yeah right!"
"Look down." Lincoln did so and saw his shadow flipping him off.
"Well fuck you too." Lincoln spoke. "Whatever, let's just go to the shed. It's almost 6."
"Fine fine." He made it back home and saw Luna sitting on the car fast asleep. They made it back to the shed and down into the room.
Lincoln changed out of his clothes and into his casual wear.
"Lincoln… look underneath the table, there's a suitcase." Lincoln did so, grabbed the case and set it on the table.
He unlocked it and opened it up. "What is this stuff Jack?"
"I told you, my files." Lincoln started to read as his eyes stopped on one section. "You're kidding me. So this is why you let your rage out?"
"Sadly." Jack said. "And you didn't tell me this why?"
"I thought you would freak out." Jack explained. "Dude, you should've told me."
"And give Ronnie-Anne a new target to go after, seeing you watch her?"
Lincoln sighed. "Good point." The paper slipped out of his hands and onto the floor.
Death Certificate
Name: Jason Jacob Harrison
Date of Birth: 02/06/1998
Age: 7 Years
Height: 3'02"
Weight: 25 lbs
Date of Death: 05/03/2005
Cause of Death: Rape/crushed throat.
Pre-Mortem/Post-Mortem Injuries: Broken bones, torn organs, crushed body.
Body Location: Ridgewood, Michigan. 409 Alder Ave. Body crushed and hidden in small safe in basement.
Relatives:
Father: N/A
Mother: Melissa Harrison. Age 20 Years. Status: Alive.
Brothers: N/A
Sisters: Cristina Iris Harrison. Age: 4 Months. Status: Alive.
This chapter was basically filler. Jack gives Lincoln special powers. It's also important for the next arc.