Whoa there's a part 2. This was not planned. Enjoy anyway.
Poke.
"Jack."
Poke, poke.
"Hey, Jack."
Poke poke poke.
"Oh Jack~!"
Poke poke poke poke-
Jack intercepted the pencil before it could touch his shoulder again, and placed it in front of him on the windowsill. He turned his head away from the storm outside the garage, and glared at the man to his right.
"What, Crow?" he hissed. "What do you want?"
"Do you believe in God yet?"
"Oh, fuck..."
"What?" Crow seemed a little puzzled. "It was just a question."
"A question that I answered thirteen years ago," Jack muttered. "I know it exists, but I do not dare put my faith in it. What part of that do you have difficulty comprehending?"
"The part where you think that you're a god," the redhead crossed his arms, "that's what."
"Believe it, dammit."
"You're not a god!" Crow retorted.
"Yes, I am, Crow," Jack responded. "I would know if I were or were not a god. And I am fully aware that I am, in fact, a god."
"Of what?"
"Hell."
"Explains a lot, if you weren't lying."
Jack huffed. "You know, if you weren't going to believe me in the first place, then why bother talking to me about this? Why don't you just leave?"
"That's probably a good idea," Crow mused. He paused, and snapped his fingers. "I know. I'll prove it to you that you're not a god."
"How will you-"
The blonde was cut off as a set of fingers laced themselves through his hair, and threw his head back into the window, the glass shattering from the force of impact. Crow forced his hand down, then upwards, leading Jack along with it. The glass shards attached to the frame pierced Jack's skin, soaking his hair and the back of his clothes in red. Crow forced the bloody duelist onto the ground, wiping his hands off of his pants.
"Gods don't bleed," he said simply, and walked away, abandoning Jack on the floor, who was clutching his injuries. The man cursed under his breath. He was a god, he really was. He knew that. But, because no one believed in him, and because many people didn't find his words convincing, there was no faith offered to him. Thirteen years ago, that wouldn't have mattered to Jack. Now, however, he was staring at his scarlet hands, coughing weakly.
"Gods do bleed..." he struggled to murmur. "Gods bleed, just like you pathetic humans... Gods perish, gods weep, gods rejoice, just like you."
The blonde collapsed onto the scattered glass shards on the floor, staring up at a blackening ceiling. A fading world.
"However...we cannot live without faith..."
Guys, Jack just died because no one believed that he was a god. See what doubt does? It kills people. I hope you guys are happy.
I swear I won't continue this again.
