Ryan Kuhn (a.k.a The Jackal)'s Point of View
Here I sit in this prison, this glass cage which is decidedly roomer than the one on my head. Ha! Yes I know what you all are thinking; the Jackal cracking a joke? Yes I am capable of such trivial things, I'll have you know. I sit here and watch as Anti-Barbie and Slut on a Rope leave their respective cages: two out and 10 to go. The Brat, or Billy as he's commonly called is next to go. Jean follows him a second later. That woman is too nice for me to give a rude/mean nickname to. Wonder Boy and his girl are next, much to my (and theirs) relief. I mean the blasting of Elvis was one thing. The banging and howling about getting out of their cells was another. Even I have limits. Nails for Brains and the Mangled Mummy are released. The Great Baby and his mother go too.
I have to wonder though; in what order are we released? Apparently not in order of who's the badass because me and Nails for Brains (an: Royce's girl Katie* takes Horace's place) would obviously be out first. As it was I'm the last one in the basement. But then a thought strikes me and I cackle maliciously. Maybe they left me down here for last because I'm the worst? I decided I like that idea very much, it gives me more time to formulate a plan of terror. Yes contrary to popular thinking I, The Jackal does have a brain, believe it if you want.
Suddenly in the midst of my pondering my methods of killing, my door slides back and open. I stare down the hall one way first then the other before running out. Freedom! How sweet it is to have the run of a place again. I sigh to myself and take off down the maze of hallways. I'm not sure where I'm going but I'm sure as heel having fun doing this. Then I see Wonder Boy and his chica flash past, laughing and holding hands. Love…pfft who needs it? I won't begrudge the ex-star athlete a dose of the stuff but for someone like me? No it is a myth. The only love I've ever known had the word 'making' in front of it…and even then I didn't think of it like that. One time, however, I let myself like a girl I attacked. I mean she was pretty, bright, and my usual prey: a nurse. That last thing almost killed her but at the last minute I decided that she would live. Not exactly be care-free but she would live.
Sometimes I ask myself why I did that. What did I see in her to let her go alive? I mean she was pretty; dark brown hair and soulful eyes…petite, just the way I like. Maybe my long-forgotten conscience perked up or maybe I saw something in her worth saving. I shook my head, my lanky black hair slapping my withered cheek. I couldn't allow myself to think such pansy thoughts, I am the freaking Jackal! With that I went in search of my first, and certainly not the last, victim. Dana, I saw as I floated by, had stationed herself in the bathroom in wait for her own prey. I roamed for a while before coming upon someone I had hoped never to meet again. The rat fink psychic who helped capture us. He was with a girl who looked a little familiar; her hair was the same black shade as mine and her stature was short; petite, even. I was only looking at the back of her head, however.
It was then that the psychic, Dennis something saw me. He whipped around and pulled the girl behind him. "Get behind me Shi; hello you son of a bitch Jackal." I made to bow before I attacked. Just as I ran forward the girl steeped out and her dainty foot caught me in the stomach. 'Man she's brave stupid but brave.' I thought right before she slammed her arm across my throat and pinned me to the nearest wall. Anger welled in me and I did what I did best: clawed up and down her other arm. But strangely she didn't shriek or cry. In fact she did nothing. But before I could think on think on it more the bitch did something unexpected. Her free hand came up to my face and blue fire erupted form the tip of her fingers. I was the one who screamed this time; banging my caged head back into the wall to escape the flames. My lips pulled back into a fierce snarl revealing my yellowed wolf like teeth. I fairly growled at this little female in front of me and again tried to get away.
After struggling for a few more minutes I stopped and instead asked what I had been wondering the entire time she had me backed into the wall. "Who are you and how the hell did you do that?" I saw the psychic, Dennis raise his eyebrows but I was more focused on the intriguing lass in front of me. Her bell-like laughter resounded through the hallway and she smiled an eerie smile. "I'm Shilo Coutler…maybe you've heard of me? And this behind me is Dennis Rafkin." I growled at her introduction of the greedy low-life. "We've met." Shilo raised an eyebrow and tuned to him. "It was when I was working for Cyrus; before we met. Actually just before we met I quit working for him, The Jackal here was someone Cyrus wanted to catch. I had to help." The girl just nodded and flashed him a loving smile.
I shook my head in disgust. Wait a minute. Why was I feeling like I had to protect this girl? I looked closer at her and then it hit me. It was HER. The structure of her face, her posture, her height; it was all her. "Uh…who was your mother?" Shilo sniffed disdainfully and asked bitingly "Why do you want to know?" I glared before answering. "I like I might know her…maybe just tell me who she is!" The girl huffed and let go of my throat, sending me crashing to the floor. The heaviness of my metal cage made to hard to get up but I managed. "My mother's name was Cassandra Benton. There do you know her?" I drew a shaky breath. Oh yes I knew her intimately and if I was right…Shilo was my daughter. "Yes it does, thank you. May I ask when you were born?" She sighed and supplied the date, month and year. I almost fell over (again) in shock. I was right but I needed one more answer to confirm my thoughts.
"Did you…did Cassie, uh Cassandra ever talk about say anything about who your father was?" My face didn't betray the inner turmoil I was going through. Of course I was surprised because its only so long before hearing you have no soul that you actually believe it. "No she didn't…only where they met." "May I take a guess? Borehamwood asylum, am I right?" I asked my voice quiet. Her reaction was priceless. It almost looked like she wasn't breathing and I almost was worried. No scratch that; I was worried about this girl who could be my daughter. She regained her breath and said "Yes. How did you know? Unless….you can't be!" I dropped my head, ashamed for a reason I knew not as she gaped at me. The next thing out of her mouth was the thing I least expected. "Dad…can we go talk somewhere?" I jerked my head up and stared at her, taking in her every feature. Her wide blue eyes, like mine. Her hair shoulder-length and black like mine. I dumbly nod and allow her to walk beside me. I take her to the basement knowing no one in their right mind would disturb me.
We talked for what seemed like hours about everything we could think of; her past, my past. She told me about her half-sister, who was actually anti-Barbie; much to my surprise. All thoughts of killing forgotten, for now as I listened to my daughter talk. I still couldn't get it through my insane head. I had a daughter…and turns out she was as crazy as me. I imagined us making quite a trio: the Insane Jackal, The Psychic and the Black Rose. I couldn't wait for the spree to start, what a night this will be.
Author's Note: I decided to be nice and write another chapter. I ended up choosing the name Katie because only five people had voted so far and I didn't want to wait forever. So please read and review. C ya- greeneyedalice91