I forgot to mention that the comic has been updated. It is extremely crap but it gets better after chapter 1. Also a little bio for every character that will appear is going up and so far only one is on. Go check it out!

Chase blinked in surprise at Jack's question. The others were no exception. Octavius looked quizzically back at Jack but the boy in question was avoiding him, more intent on Chase.

"You hesitated in slitting my throat. I thought you always wanted to kill me." continued Jack, the maniacal smile still playing on his lips. Chase looked into the red eyes. Jack took a deep sigh and continued talking.

"Your mother isn't happy. Neither are your friends. Or anyone else for that matter."

"What are you talking about Spicer? Did the other lizard give you a blow to the head?" sneered Chase, scoffing at the youth.

"Did your mother die of a slit throat?"

Chase's eyes widened. How did he know that?

"And by you? Shame… killing your own parent? I mean, I hate my father but I won't go and kill him! But back to you Chase, why did you kill your mother?"

Chase quickly let go of Jack, who fell to the ground in a heap because of his broken leg. The others witnessing the spectacle had disappeared in Chase's mind but Jack.

"How did you know?" whimpered Chase. Jack shook his head side to side, refusing to answer that question. He looked back at Chase's amber eyes and inwardly he smiled. He wasn't sure if Octavius could see it, but behind Chase 4 people stood. One he recognised, as Grand Master Dashi but the other 3 were a mystery to him. Two were male and the last one a female. All had one thing in common, a slit throat made by sharp claws.

"You're lying! You're faking this!!" yelled Chase suddenly. Jack shook his head once again.

"Yet somehow you don't believe that I'm lying. You don't think that what I'm saying is gibberish." Jack said, casting a quick glance at the dead female. She was crying, looking at her son before her, rather ashamed that her son ended up as a pawn of evil and a murderer. With every sob, the throat gushed out more blood, making Jack's stomach do a triple flip.

"And she isn't the only one you have killed. Your father, brother and Master Dashi are victims as well." sighed Jack. The three dead males nodded their heads in agreement.

"You tell him you little whiny Goth!" applauded Master Dashi.

Behind Jack, Octavius was staring with interest and surprise. He could see the dead and loved how Jack was using his creepy gift to scare the hell out of Chase. Even the tentacles agreed.

I hate to say it but what Jack is doing is clever… the upper right tentacle grumbled.

I'm glad you're admitting it giggled the upper left. The upper right shot it a glare with its red eye in hopes of scaring its metal sibling away. No chance.

"You know what I've also noticed Chase?" Jack said as he crawled his way to the armchair and sat on it. "They all died of a slit throat. I would ask why you all gave them a slit throat but I already know the answer…"

"You do? Then tell me Spicer! So far everything you've been telling me is bullshit!" spat Chase in return, though his eyes and the dead behind him said differently.

"He killed us because he knew we could stop him!" Chase's brother said angrily, his fists clenching at the atrocious lies his brother spurted out of his mouth.

"You killed them because you knew they were able to stop you." Jack repeated.

"He killed me first and he was scared shitless. See? My slit isn't neat as the others." the father said next, pointing his finger at his throat.

That's lovely…

Just continue with this so we can get out of here and fix your leg…

"You killed your father first, didn't you?"

"SHUT UP SPICER!!!" Chase leapt forward, with his lizard hand in front, pointing directly at Jack. But again Chase hesitated, giving Octavius the chance to grab the hand with a tentacle, only inches away from Jack's grinning face.

"And now I know the answer to why you gave them a slit throat. To give someone a perfect slit throat, you must attack him or her from behind. And from behind you don't see their faces of horror when they realise that their own little Chase has killed them. You hesitate because you're scared of what my face will look like in its dying stages." Jack was now in full swing. Chase was literally bowing down before him, partly because Octavius was forcing him to, but mostly because Jack's words had seeped into his mind and unlocking old memories that he had vowed never to see again. Chase screamed as he remembered his claws ripping through his mother's neck. It had been so easy, none of them had made a sound and it all ended in one easy sweep of his claws.

"You're scared and you drink your silly little potion so you don't have to face their wrath in the afterlife. Because they are very mad Chase and when you die, they will swarm all over you and extract the same pain you gave them. So you go on drinking your little potion Chase, but whether you're a king or chimney sweeper everyone gets to dance with the Reaper…"

Octavius let go of Chase, who stumbled back breathing heavily from fear and guilt, no longer in control, instead playing right into the trap of Jack. The dead towered over Chase and even though the Prince couldn't see them, he certainly felt them. He felt the blood dripping from their throats onto his bare neck. He walked backwards and fell over. He looked into Jack's eyes, and in his own mind, they looked inhuman. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a green demon sprung in his vision, with large amber eyes that looked straight through him.

"Boo!"

Chase screeched and immediately jumped out the window, onto then off the balcony and ran through the amazed crowd that had accumulated below. Octavius rushed to the window and witnessed Chase disappear into the crowd. Behind him Harry burst out laughing. His mask flew off revealing it to be Norman.

"Oh man, oh man! I have no idea how you did all that but that was freaking hilarious!" Harry gasped, unable to breathe from so much laughter.

"Truly marvellous work," agreed Norman, flying up to Jack's face. Jack slumped back in his chair and took a deep breath. "But I don't think that last part was necessary Harry."

"It was the icing on the cake!" Harry answered, still giggling madly. Octavius smiled at the situation before him before looking at Jack. The boy was tired and was just about to nod off, his body unable to no longer keep it conscious from the gash in his arm and his mangled leg.

"I think we'll be going now." Octavius said, smiling as he carefully grabbed Jack's limp body with two tentacles. As he walked to the open window where Chase had previously fled from, Norman gave an "Ahem."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" the ghost said, folding his ghostly arms over. Octavius turned around and inspected the room. Despite the past events, the room was in a good state, apart from the ripped picture and the white plaster dust on the furniture.

"How about Curt? You know, the second lizard? I don't want a semi-dead reptile in my room." Norman said, answering his own question. Octavius looked at Curt and a new dilemma was immediately formed. Could he carry both of them?

Yes, you idiot. Of course we can.

Ah yes, the ever present upper right tentacle. Octavius sighed and placed Jack in his arms and used the two tentacles to carry Curt instead. Octavius stepped onto the balcony outside and onto the ledge. He jumped off and soon made his way into the dark alleys of the city and back to the warehouse where he quickly laid Jack onto his mattress. He then looked at Curt and wondered where to put him and decided to place him in his own bed. That meant sleeping on the couch tonight. He checked both of his patients wounds. He was considering going to the pharmacist but it was too late as the sun was just about to set and the shop would be closed. He sighed and walked to the other side of the warehouse where a kitchen had been made and approached the cupboard. He opened it and took out a packet of Oreos, their sweet creamy filling proving to be irresistible even to an eight-armed villain. He went and sat back down on the couch, keeping an eye on Jack, Curt and the television before him. It just so happened that the show "My Name Is Earl" was on. As the opening scene started playing one of the tentacles started to speak.

"Do you know guys that always eat so much Oreos and then wonder why they are so fat? Well I'm one of those guys. My name is Octavius!"

The other tentacles snickered at the smart pun except Octavius who immediately patted his own stomach.

I'm not fat!

If you don't watch what you eat you might teased the bottom left tentacle, poking its master's stomach. Octavius got up, grumbling about getting weight advice from his own tentacles when he suddenly smelled smoke. The tentacles immediately pointed out the direction of the smoke. It happened to come from below, moving at astonishing speed towards Jack.

Even though I hate the guy, I suggest moving him. The fire is in the wooden boards themselves.

Octavius shot out the bottom right tentacle and grabbed Jack (who amazingly was still asleep), milliseconds after a giant jet of fire, erupted from beneath the boards, scorching the mattress. Octavius squinted his eyes as he started to make out a form moving in the flames. The fire soon died out leaving a small, and from the looks of it, a female form. Clad in black, the person took a battle stance.

"Give me Spicer, or you're both dead."

Not again…

BTW the little pun the tentacle made is based off the starting scenes of My Name Is Earl. Just in case no one knows what the hell was going on at the time.