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hey...thanks for the reviews...or lack there of. Next chap!
(just for reference, the 'yellow gas' is also known as mustard gas, police sometimes use it to break up wild protests or marches)
Sam was about ready to kill the clock.
There it stayed, ticking and tocking. It made her think of her brother, and she didn't want to dwell on him. Sam had always thought she would be enthusiastic if her annoying twin disappeared.
It only showed you should be careful what you wish for.
"Jake!" Jack called. His cry was swallowed by the mass of noise around him. He was now fervently trying to get to Jake. He was so close..
Jake felt light-headed. And very sleepy. It may have been that funny yellow gas the policemen threw in the air. Maybe not.
Jake's thoughts rambled. The ground seemed so close, and his arms felt about ready to burst from his sockets...maybe just letting go...
No. He would not. But he did feel oh so sleepy. Surely just shutting his sockets for a minute wouldn't hurt right?
Jack saw it. He saw Jake shut his eyes, and lose consciousness. His son was falling in the air. Jack sprinted at full length, but he was not quick enough.
Jake hit the pavement.
Jake's sockets opened. He was still semi-conscious, but he could feel.
And he felt pain. Everywhere. Especially his arm, and skull. Jake looked at his arm.
How curious...it was bent the wrong way. That couldn't be good. It also might explain the sharp pain slicing into his limb. His skull felt like a smashed in pumpkin.
Jake also felt strong arms carrying him. "Hello..." he mumbled, "who are you?" he asked slurred. He heard a voice...it sounded familar. But there was so much noise...
Jake decided he was too tired to find out who was carrying him. He closed his sockets.
"Oh God oh God oh God!!!" Jack exclaimed. He was basically carrying his son in pieces. That had been one hard fall, basically shattering some Jake's bones. Jake's skull was akin to a smashed pumpkin. It was quite a sight. Jack sprinted for the portal. He knew Jake's only chance was Dr. Finklestien.
Jack and what was left of Jake disappeared through the portal.
The doctor was asleep when Jack came home.
"Doctor!" Jack exclaimed. The doctor awoke with a start.
"Jack?" then he saw what Jack was carrying. "Dear God..." he whispered. "What happened?"
"He fell off a building! Can you help him?" Jack pleaded.
"I can try...put him on the examining table." the doctor instructed. Jack did so.
"Now, go tell your family. I'm sure Sally would want to know." said the doctor. Jack was a bit thrown off when the doc said something about Sally and it wasn't negative.
"Well? Get going!" the doctor exclaimed. Jack ran out the door.
The clock chimed three o'clock. Everything was silent in the Skellington home. The mayor was nervously pacing, Sam was sitting on the couch, pretending to read her book, and Sally was nervously picking at her arm stitching.
The delicate balance was tipped when Jack, quite literally, burst through the door.
Sally jumped up. "Jack!" she threw her arms around his neck, immensly relieved that at least Jack had made it back. Then she looked around.
"Where's Jake?" she asked, looking worried. Jack sighed.
"Sally...there's been an accident..."