Okay, yeah guys, it's Jordan. I decided this fic needed some connections with the film itself.

Drunken Hamster: Well, here's the new chapter for you.

Korrasami 88: I was going to call him Curly (his curly hair), but then again, lots of people have Curly hair so it's not much of a defining characteristic.

Js: Yeah, I wanted to add something else to the plot to keep it going until it we get to the second and third acts, where things start to pick up more.

Al Drin Hoshizora: Refer to my Korrasami response.

I am a burglar: No, don't take away my piece of foreshadowing!

Antha1: Ghoul isn't old enough to be Blackjacket's mother. I picture her as in her mid-to-ate twenties, and Blackjacket is Yellowjacket's age (thirteen).

Anonymous Guy: Count yourself as 100% right.


"What the heck is going on?!"

Yellowjacket was surprised to see Blackjacket's expression change for probably the first time: his eyes snapped open at the sudden change in volume as a result of Bill's shouting. His mouth was hanging open the same as it always was, though.

It was then that he noticed Bill and Jill in the room, and his expression shifted into utter shock as he turned to face Yellowjacket.

"Those are Freaks," He whispered into her ear. Yellowjacket nodded, for a moment forgetting that the Freaks he was referring to were Bill and Jill. When she regained her senses, she quickly shushed into his ear, signaling for him to regain quiet, and not to move.

Bill and Jill were frozen in place, unsure of what course of action to take. Their eyes were on Blackjacket, questions circling through their minds. How had the zombie gotten in here, and what was it planning to do to Riley?

Blackjacket returned the stare. As their eyes locked, Bill recognized him.

"Is that... what was his name again?" Bill asked. Jill shrugged, not knowing herself. Hoping to accelerate things a bit, Jill moved to the side, cautious to avoid provoking the new arrival into violence. Slowly, she set down the medical supplies on the chair.

Blackjacket followed her gaze, and his eyes wandered onto the supplies. Bill watched as the zombie stared at his wife, and his hand holding the gun quivered. The movement caused Blackjacket's attention to turn to him. He saw the gun.

Bill froze in place, as did Yellowjacket and Jill. Zombie or not, Bill did not want to have to shoot the kid, but he wondered if it would have to come to this.

Bill saw Yellowjacket, and noticed that she was signing to him. She made a lowering hands motion, and he could tell she was telling him to lower his gun. Hoping to avoid any shedding of blood, Bill conceded. As slowly as possible, he put the gun back into his pocket.

At that point, Yellowjacket got off the bed and wandered into the middle of the room. Her eyes looked nervous, not like the dull and lifeless eyes of most of the zombies the couple had seen over the months.

Yellowjacket turned to Blackjacket, and started talking, signing with her arms as she did.

"They..." She said, tipping her head at Bill and Jill. "With me." As she did this, she pointed at herself.

Blackjacket looked confused; he seemed to know what Yellowjacket was saying, he just didn't know why she was saying this. He turned to stare at the two, and his eyes locked with Bill's.

Bill looked into his eyes, and he knew who he was. But he also knew that he wasn't quite the kid he remembered.


The next several minutes were awkward. Yellowjacket shooed Bill and Jill out of the room, apparently to talk with the new zombie. The couple left the door half-open so they could see what was happening.

Yellowjacket was standing up, but Blackjacket remained on the bed, not moving.

"You... with them?" He asked for confirmation from the zombie girl. His tone was the same as before, but Yellowjacket could sense some genuine confusion. Hoping to keep things as docile as possible, Yellowjacket nodded, and smiled as added reassurement.

Blackjacket's expression changed to a confused one, and he lifted his shoulders up, then dropped them to express his bafflement. Yellowjacket tapped her index fingers together, waiting for a proper response.

"Why?" Blackjacket asked. "They're Freaks."

Yellowjacket lifted her arm and pointed at her head. "My... past," She said, pausing as she tried to find the right words to use. "They... they can help me... find it."

Blackjacket still didn't seem to understand. Losing patience, Yellowjacket said, "You can eat anything here except them!" She pointed at the door. Blackjacket seemed uncomfortable, but he didn't seem to argue.


Outside the door, Bill and Jill were listening in on the conversation.

"There's a zombie boy in my apartment," Bill was telling his wife. "Why is there a zombie boy in my apartment?"

"Maybe he's nice," Jill said optimistically. The two heard breathing, and they turned to see Blackjacket standing at the entrance of the door. The two screamed out in surprise, and Bill jumped into his wife's arms.

Yellowjacket approached the shaking couple and stood next to Blackjacket. Pointing at the zombie boy, Yellowjacket said, "I... remember him. He's staying here for now."

"What?!" Bill and Jill cried out in protest. A stern look from Yellowjacket caused them hush. Blackjacket stared at the two Freaks; he bared his teeth a bit at them, clearly uncomfortable with having to share a room with them. Almost immediately, Yellowjacket whirled upon him and violently snapped at his ear, growling and hissing at him to scare him into behaving.

Blackjacket seemed to understand what this hostile display meant.

I will hurt you if you harm them. As long as you're here, I will not tolerate any violence.

Yellowjacket turned to stare at Bill and Bill, her mouth open to show her fangs. The two remained silent, and pressed against the wall. Yellowjacket turned and growled at Blackjacket one more time, before vanishing back into the room.

Bill and Jill turned to stare at Blackjacket, who returned the stare. As much as they wished it weren't so, the Freaks and the zombie would have to tolerate each other's presence for the time being.


Sawbones, Ghoul and Noose spied on a group of Freaks from in the branches of a thicket of trees. Ghoul and Noose stay hidden in a higher section of the tree, while Sawbones remained farther away, closer to the Freaks they were planning to ambush.

Ghoul and Noose watched Sawbones. Even though they had spent a lot of time with him, they rarely ever spoke to him, and they admittedly didn't know him much. Except for when they were hunting the Freaks, the two preferred to keep a good distance away from them.

"Any sign of her?" Noose asked, referring to Yellowjacket. Ghoul hissed at him, not wanting him to give away their position. Noose shrunk down among her threatening display, whimpering. Sawbones' head craned around to stare at the two, and they quieted down. Sawbones continued to stare at them for the time being, then shifted his view back to the Freaks.

Sawbones raised an arm over his head, a butcher knife in his fist. He locked onto his target, and his breathing slowed to a stop. He focused on the Freak he planned to strike.

Then, with deadly precision, he hurled the knife. The blade cut through the air like a projectile, and it delved into the flesh of the Freak, right below his shoulder blade.

Sawbones savored the scream that followed. In an instant, the swarm arrived, having heard the shout of anguish, and the Freaks were overtaken in an instant. Sawbones, Ghoul and Noose watched from above.

They wondered what Yellowjacket would think if she were here to watch them.


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