Nothing To Fear Chapter 5

A/N: Hello again, and thanks to all the people who reviewed, it made my day!

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Any Of These Characters(But I Do Own James)

Jonathan Crane was a man of his word, and when he vowed to himself that he would somehow repay Jervis for his gift, he wouldn't rest until he figured out some form of a plan.

Then it came to him. He smiled to himself, quietly planning his newest idea out.

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James sighed, gazing around himself with an air of extreme boredom.

Jesus Christ, he thought, being a guard is so not what it looks like in the movies, they never got bored like this… He frowned, listening to the drone of the florescent lights above him when he was alerted to a loud:

FWOOMP.

He looked around; finally he noticed the light at the end of the hallway went out. His mouth formed into a tight line. He was just about to mumble an insult about the janitorial services slacking off when…

FWOOMP

FWOOMP

FWOOMP

All the lights in the hallway began to go out, casting less than comforting shadows on the east wing. James broke out into a light sweat. If there was anything in the world he really hated, it would be the dark.

That light sweat soon broke out in to skin drenching perspiration when one after another, the lights both in front and behind him went out, trapping him in the center. He began hyperventilating, staring up at the last remaining light just above his head. He watched it flicker and fade slowly, as if taunting him.

Then there was total darkness. James screamed, dropping to his knees. He closed his eyes, it helped a little.

Until he heard the laughter. It was more of a sadistic cackle than a laugh, but it chilled James to the bone.

"Who are you?!" He screamed.

"Fear incarnate." Came the response.

"Fine then!" He screamed back, "What the hell do you want?!"

"Simple. You have something of my friends and I would greatly appreciate if you were to return it."

James shuddered violently.

"Alright! Just turn the goddamned light back on!"

"Certainly."

All at once, the lights snapped back on. James stood up, still shaking rather horribly.

"Now, what do you want me to get?"

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Jervis sat on the edge of his bed, swinging his feet back and forth like a bored child during class. He looked up when the door opened. In walked Jonathan, looking both pleased and proud at the same time. Jervis cocked his head, giving Jonathan a confused look.

"Why…you didn't go out and kill someone without me did you?" he asked, mock pouting. Jonathan smiled, one hand still clasped behind his back.

"Not precisely…" He said, his smile forming into a grin. Jervis frowned, trying to crane his neck to see what was being hid from him.

"Are you going to show me what you're hiding or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?" He asked, taking obvious pleasure in turning the tables. Jonathan smiled again and pulled his hand out. Jervis' eyes widened and he nearly pounced on Jonathan in gratitude.

Grasped firmly in Jonathan's pale hand, was Jervis' torn, ragged copy of Alice in Wonderland. Jervis sprang forward, hugging both Jonathan and the book closely to his chest.

He looked up at Jonathan with bright eyes, for once not filled with hatred for humanity or self loathing, but simple gratitude.

"Thank you…" He whispered.

"Please Jervis," he said, blushing humbly. "I was only repaying the favor." Jervis nodded, he most likely hadn't heard a word he'd said.

And that was fine with him.

A/N: LOL, When I Wrote The Part With James I Was Thinking Of Every Grade B Horror Movie I've Seen Where That Happens XD I Hope You Enjoyed Reading This Chapter As Much As I Had Fun Writing It ^^ Reviews Are Still Welcome.