Hey guys, its the author who hasn't updated in 3 months! I honestly don't have a viable excuse this time. I felt as if I wasn't able to put my heart into my characters, my world anymore, so I took a break, and now I'm back baby! To all of you who have continued to support me and share my love for Polybius, I thank you, personally.

**************************ON WITH THE STORY FINALLY***********************************

Jacks felt his heart beat slowly in his chest as he launched himself in the air with his grapple, locked on Zachary with burning eyes. Bringing his sword back, he tilted his body forward to give his swing more momentum. Unfortunately, before Jacks could take his swipe, Zachary wrapped his arms around Jacks chest, carrying him back to his starting point.

"THIS'LL BE FUN!" Zachary shouted as he threw Jacks back first into the western wall.

Savion quickly looked behind him, noticing the throw.

"JACKS!" Savion yelled, wanting to help.

As he took his first step toward the boy in question, a cold hand was placed on his shoulder, which then spun him around. Savion looked into the white, sludgy eyes of a rabbit, emanating a strange gurgling noise as it drew a fist back slowly. Savion waited for the rabbit to strike, and when it did, he grabbed it's hand, and effortlessly swept its legs which followed for an immediate curb stomp.

Jerry was having a little trouble dealing with the chicken, he heard the shouts from his partner, but could not do much about it in his skirmish with the ghoul.

"Hey, we're both birds right?" Jerry said, shrugging his arms.

His question was followed by a gut punch, followed by a face punch which knocked him on his ass.

"Sorry I asked…." Jerry said with a grunt as he hand sprung onto his feet, taking a combat stance.

He reached for his gun, and quickly realized that it was missing. He didn't bother looking for it, as he did not want to let the beast out of his sight. Jerry took no hesitation to charge toward the ugly monstrosity, drop kick it, and (similarly to Savion) kick it's damn skull fragments in. His attention was drawn to a very loud gasp, and he ran, breathing heavily.

Jacks was lying on the ground on all fours, breathing heavily in seething, hot rage towards Zachary.

"Now, let's get a look at those pearly whites." Zach sinisterly said as he lifted jacks up by the bottom of his chin, inspecting his pained, angry face down to the last muscle movement.

"Well, aint you just the cutesURCH." Zach could not finish his sentence due to a painful sensation in his chest.

When he inspected said pain, he saw Jacks' gauntlet pointed toward him, with a strange cord going from said gauntlet, and into his chest.

"Fuck you." Jacks whispered.

"REEEEAAAAAARRRG!" Jacks screamed as he swung his arm in the air like a lasso, lifting Zach off with it.

"THIS'LL BE FUN!" He mocked as he spun around in the air like a horizontal corkscrew to gain more momentum.

*CRUUUUUSH* Jacks slammed Zach into the banker's booth, being careful to not hit his tied up friends.

He fell on one knee, still shaken by his lungs, and the impact he took from the throw, plus now his grapple arm felt very sore.

"YES! NICE JOB JACKS!" Jerry said, reaching Jacks' location and giving him a pat on the back.

"A nice job indeed!" Savion followed up.

"Don't, celebrate, yet." Jacks gasped as he pointed to Zachary, rising from the rubble.

"Huuur *GASP* Huuur, *GASP* Huuuuuuuuuur, I will say, it's been awhile since i've been hurt like that, but I *ack* assure youuuuuuuuuu." As Zach finished his sentence, his threw both arms across his chest, and crooked, black tendrils protruded from his back, eight to be exact.

"Take a breather Jacks, lets hope this guy is as much of a pushover as his lackies." Jerry said, to which Savion nodded.

Jacks reached out and weakly said "No, don't." But they couldn't hear him.

He watched in fear as Zach stood on his tendrils, causing himself to appear about eight feet tall. Jerry and Savion managed to strike at his lower chest a couple times, as well as dodge a few tendril strikes, but were nonetheless snatched up. Zach squeezed down on them while lifting them up, breaking bones and moans could be heard even from Jacks' distance.

"Yeeehehess, keep struggling, I love it!" Zach whispered to the constricted team mates

Jacks had to think fast to save his newfound partners lives, and he did something drastic.

"WAIT, WAIT, STOP HURTING THEM!" Jacks screamed.

Zach instantly turned and loosened his grip on the comrades.

"Let them go, take me, kill me, torture me, do whatever you want to me, but spare them, you said in that video that you wanted me, not them." Jacks sighed.

The smug wolf did nothing but chuckle.

"Aww man that was the most cliche speech you could have given, but what the hell, how can i say no to that?" Zach shrugged and let the partners fall to the ground and writhe, then quickly slithered over to Jacks.

They did nothing but blankly stare at each other for a good ten seconds, before Zach let loose a large grin and tilted his head.

*THWAP* Zach smacked Jacks on the back, sending him flying across the room.

*THWAP* Another hit to send him back into the floor.

*THWAP, THWAP, THWAP, THWAP* He began beating Jacks into the floor more, creating an indent.

Jacks gasped loudly and spit up a lot of blood all over himself, and he very shakily tried to aim his grapple at the wolf again. His shoulder was coiled around with a tendril, and was lifted to be face to face with Zach.

"Ah, ah, ah" Zach said as he wagged his finger at the shaking, bloodied boy.

Jacks felt the pressure around his shoulder increase immensely, and broke the bone. It didn't top there, the pressure built and built and Jacks struggled and struggles until….

*Cruuch*

"AAAAAHAHAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEE" Jacks screamed as he held the stump that used to house his left arm.

"Oh MAN, this thing popped off quick!" Zach said as he waved Jacks' severed arm around with a tendril.

Jacks' vision went blurry, he was losing blood, he turned over, face to the ground. He looked up slightly to see Francis, sitting not like the rest. Unlike the other bent over, crooked bodies, she was leaned back, and peaceful, like she was sleeping.

"please…" was all Jacks could squeeze out.