I'm sorry I took so long. It was hard to get Jack to be sadistic and figure out some more facts about life. People seemed to like the ones about the crocs and octopuses!

Jack stopped among the skyscrapers of New York, which had turned into a monstrous size by the Showdown. He grinned evilly as he faced Curt, who was stuck in a corner and was now gazing fearfully at him. Jack gave a smirk as his hand reached the gear stick and moved it into first gear. He winced slightly from the gash in his arm but that wasn't stopping him. His foot stepped lightly on the gas pedal causing the car's 100-horse-powered engine roar to life. Curt pressed himself against the wall, his muscles tense, anticipating the car to hit him. Jack was going to enjoy himself… a lot.

Flash Back

Jack was scared, incredibly scared. So scared, he felt like shitting his pants. But he didn't because that would be embarrassing. As Curt lunged at him, he ducked out of the way, nearly tripping over his feet. Curt howled at missing his catch and stood up on his two legs, towering over poor Jack. He gripped his taser more tightly and rolled out of the way as the lizard's tail slammed down on to were he once lay.

"Imgonnadieimgonnadieimgonnadie." Jack whispered and shot at Curt. The blue lightning shots flew out of the gun's barrel and headed straight for Curt's chest. They hit their target and the lizard fell on his back with a grunt. Jack ran away amongst the buildings, leaving Curt behind. The boy had trouble thinking. He couldn't come up with a plan. He had an obvious disadvantage. Curt was stronger, faster and by far more brutish than Jack who in comparison was slow, weak and possessed no natural weapons. As Jack weighed out the pros and the cons, he nearly hit his head on a broken lamppost.

"That was close…" Jack muttered. It suddenly dawned on him, the perfect idea to beat the lizard. It was beyond brilliant, not even Einstein would have thought of it.

"Okay Curt, time to show you who's boss." smirked Jack and took a quick glance at his surroundings. It was just trees, shops and a couple of cars. All humans had disappeared. Jack looked behind him. Curt was slowly getting up, moving slowly and fighting against the paralysis that had taken over his body. Jack slowed down and turned around fully to face Curt. The lizard regarded him with a cold look and tried to claw him. Jack stepped aside and watched as the claw passed by him in slow motion. Literally, it took a minute to move three inches. Curt gave a hiss and doubled his efforts to free himself.

"LOSER! You can't get out!" teased Jack, shaking his ass a few centimetres away from Curt's sharp teeth.

"Who's the boss? I'm the boss! And you are second rate! That's right, you are food for the dogs!" continued Jack, pointing his finger at Curt. Curt snapped his teeth again, barely avoiding Jack's finger.

"Now wait here. Don't go anywhere." smirked Jack, unable to withhold his pun, and walked towards one of the cars. As he walked, he experienced a phantom punch in the gut. Jack gasped from sudden lack of air and fell on his knees. Behind him, he heard Curt make a noise that could only be described as a lizard snickering.

"You shut up cause you won't be laughing much longer. In fact you won't be able to say anything!" snarled Jack, pointing the taser at Curt, who immediately flinched. Jack shot him a glare for good measure before approaching a flashy car. Jack wasn't much of an expert when it came to fighting but a car was something he could handle. It was one of his favourite, Chrysler Crossfire. It had a sleek design and was coloured red, with two headlights that angled forwards in an evil glare. The wheels were pumped up, and from what he could see in the mirror the keys were inside. What grand luck! Not for the person who owned it of course.

"Perfect. Don't you agree Curt?" smiled Jack. Curt was unsure of what to do so he continued his efforts to free himself. The paralysis was slowly wearing off and was enabling to now easily move his two arms. Jack opened the car door and breathed in the smell of new leather. He sat in the driver's seat and felt the wheel. It was like a little boy's dream come true. He twisted the key and the engine roared to life like a lion enjoying its prey. Curt stopped still, his pupils dilating from fear as he confronted the Chrysler Crossfire.

"Oh yeah baby! It's go time!" roared Jack. He shifted gear and pressed on the gas. The car lurched forward in amazing speed, heading towards Curt.

I've observed over time the mechanics of a car. They bored me. But when you see are car in action, you start to get interested. You become slightly frightened at the fact that cars weigh at least 1 tonne and can run over anything in its way. I came to this deduction when I saw a car run over a used soda can. It ripped it in half. So when you picture Curt narrowly avoiding the car but getting his tail run over, picture the ripped soda can. The lizard howled in pain as it witnessed the tip of his marvellous tail flopping around. The car skidded to a stop for Jack to witness the disembodied tail. Curt looked up from his tail at Jack.

"I'm not finished yet!" Jack smirked. The car started up again and sped again in Curt's direction. The lizard bounded away, too scared to face the metallic monster. Jack was getting more excited. This is fun, if sadistic towards animals. He turned right, with two wheels off the ground and landed with a thump on the road. Curt kept on running, occasionally looking behind to see if the car was getting any closer. He suddenly tripped and landed face forward. Jack took this as his chance to finish him off. He hit the brakes, while turning the wheel to his right, completing a marvellous 180-degree turn. The back of the car hit Curt, sending him into a corner. Jack stopped the car and lowered the window, to cast a look of demanding respect and happiness for the lizard's pain. Because that's how humans are. They demand respect, no matter the attitude or the character. They are deprived this respect, they seek it in the little people or in our case, animals. And that boys and girls is how serial killers are made! Jack smiled at Curt, who growled back in return.

"Not going as planned for you Curt?" Jack asked. Curt simply growled back in response. Jack then felt something wet on his left arm. He stared down and he was scared to find blood dripping down his hand. The pain came soon after, making Jack howl in an inhuman way. Curt, from his corner, smelt the blood and by instinct, took this as his chance to attack.

"STAY BACK!!!" Jack roared, revealing his taser once again. He fired two shots, cornering Curt once again into the corner. He then moved the car in a position so it blocked the only way out for Curt.

Which brings us to the present. Curt shook with fear, as he had never been in a life-death situation in his entire life. The car came closer. Jack wore his maniacal face again, very eager to take a life. He inched the car closer again. He heard Curt let out a whimper. The lizard suddenly jumped over the car (slightly wonky) and ran up the streets again. Jack cursed himself for letting him get away and quickly reversed the car. He sped up to Curt, who thanks to his tail injury, couldn't run very fast. It randomly twitched every now and again, making Curt jerk in random directions. Jack shifted the gears, taking the car to its maximum speed and once again, performed an 180-degree turn, slamming into Curt, harder this time, sending him into a glass window. Jack decided that it was enough the car was getting battered. He got out of the car and calmly walked towards the distraught lizard. Curt scrambled away, ignoring the various cuts from the glass on the floor. Jack approached closer and closer. The blood ran down his arm but he ignored it, more focused on sticking high voltages into Curt. His shoes stepped on the glass, crunching them with every step. He now stood over Curt, the taser extended and on the highest voltage possible.

"Are you really going to do that?"

Jack blinked. A man had appeared behind Curt. And he could clearly remember who that man was.

"You're Curt!" blurted Jack. The lizard equivalent of Curt looked up at Jack but immediately looked back down when he met the barrel instead. The human equivalent smiled.

"Back to the subject. Are you really going to kill him?"

"Back to the subject I'm going to bring up. Why aren't you alive?" asked Jack. Curt was near transparent and looking every minute like a dead guy.

"When I drank the potion, I felt… I felt like something pulled me out of my body. And then I watched over whatever has taken over my old body and whatever Otto and you are doing," sighed Curt, sticking his two hands in his pockets. Take note of the number two. "I've got to go now and think about what your about to do…"

"So you're dead." Jack murmured to himself. He looked up again and found that he was once again alone with the lizard. Curt trembled, sensing the taser's barrel on his head. Jack looked down at the glass around him and caught his reflection. A pang of guilt weld up in his heart as he realised that he had wanted to kill this animal for being an animal. After all, he had turned it into one and threw it half a painting so it was only natural that the animal defended itself.

"Am I really going to do that…" Jack whispered. The taser slowly lowered and Jack took a step back. Curt looked up, amazed, and got on his haunches again. He exchanged looks with Jack who gave a smile in return.

Suddenly, they both heard a crack around them. The walls that supported the building were slowly giving way. It turned out that Curt, when he had smashed through the window, had hit the main wall, causing the reaction. The ground shook as another part of the building fell, making Jack lose his balance. The ceiling started to crack and one massive chunk fell on Jack's leg. The boy screamed in pain as the bone broke beneath his skin. More rocks from above started to fall. Jack struggled to escape but it only caused more pain. Curt frantically looked around, before looking back at Jack. In its reptilian mind it didn't know what to do. Should he save the man who tried to kill him or rescue him from being killed?

Curt shook his head in desperation. He had made up his mind. In one leap, he was by Jack's side and putting all his strength in lifting the rock off the mangled leg. Jack fought back the will to go unconscious. He gave a small whimper as the rock was lifted off his leg. He was slowly losing consciousness. The gash in his arm and the break of his leg was too much for his body to handle. He faintly remembered being carried out of the collapsing building and being put down on the ground away from the dangerous rocks. He was just about to pass out when he noticed a stray rock shoot out of the building.

"Look out…" Jack tried to call out but his throat was dry and could only lay and helplessly watch as the rock collided with the back of Curt's head. Last thing he knew the Showdown had ended and he was out.

Harry looked wide-eyed at the T.V screen. He was currently the only one to be watching as Octavius and his father were treating Chase who was still lying on the couch. It was case of good news, bad news. Good news, they managed to find an anaesthetic so they could operate on Chase and fix his ribs. Bad news, Chase woke up just when Octavius was about to cut open his chest to fix the ribs.

"What are you doing?" asked Chase. Octavius flinched at the sound of the voice.

"Your ribs are broken and I was thinking of helping you. Now go to sleep, it will be over in a few seconds. Provided the scalpel doesn't 'slip' from my hands." Octavius answered calmly, gripping the scalpel in his hand.

"Take it away, I'm self healing." Chase said back in return. Norman flew out of Chase's chest, getting a yelp from the Prince of Darkness.

"Two ribs are in place again! The boy is right, he does self heal!" cackled the ghost, flying over to Harry who was still gawking at the screen.

"Jack won… I think." Harry said, shaking himself out of zombie mode. At the same time the fabulous, floating plasma T.V disappeared and in its place was Jack. A few seconds later, Curt appeared with a nasty wound on the back of his neck. Octavius noticed Jack's mangled leg and finally realised why his own leg was in such a painful state.

He will be fine. Why don't we cut off the leg? He probably doesn't need it the upper right tentacle said as it examined the unfortunate leg.

You do such a thing and I will consider poking your red eye out.

Jack's red eyes fluttered open. Octavius gave a sigh of relief. Harry and Norman popped their heads from behind Octavius and offered their own smiles. The moment didn't last long. Chase jumped up from the couch and in a flash, had Jack in a chokehold. Jack gagged at the sudden lack of air; with Octavius fighting hard to appear normal and not give away signs he was slowly dying by reduced levels of oxygen.

"Nobody move." Chase hissed, bringing his movable hand turning into a lizard's so its sharp claws were aimed at Jack's throat.

"Cheater." Jack gasped.

"What can I say I'm evil."

Silence ensued as the others waited for Chase to catch his breath. After a few gasps, Chase started talking.

"Where is the Soul Gem Jack? I know you have it!"

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about!" yelled Jack.

"Oh yes. So you're going to say you don't know about Kimiko's dad, right?" Chase tightened his grip on Jack.

"Now I have no idea what you're talking about!" Jack tried to say, but it came out as a mixture of gurgles.

"That's it." Chase lifted his clawed hand high and left it in the air for a second as if he was hesitating. Jack noticed this and his mouth grew into a maniacal smile.

"What is it Chase? Are you scared to kill?"