Authors note: Hello everyone! I just want to write this fanfiction down because of two reasons. One is that Jackal from Fairy Tail always had a cool design for me and powers it just seemed like so much potential but not much to show for it. Also, I really loved watching the boys with my brother as we love superheroes and the boys were something of a shock, to be honest. But a welcome one.
When I was rewatching Fairy Tail I thought to myself. Jackal would fit in well in the world of the boys given his uncaringness of human life. But Fairy Tail pulled that "redemption through the power of friendship card" every now and then so I figured to honor an anime I loved back when I was going through some bullies in middle school and my love for dark but good quality superhero shows bit bits of genuine human kindness. This is a good guy (As close to one he can be anyway) jackal story with plenty of sadism.
Thank you all for giving this story a chance. Now onto the show!
'THAT BLOND HAIR BITCH! He was so close to killing her! So close to killing them all! Then that giant celestial spirit king came and had to kill him. At the very least he got some satisfaction by killing that annoying girl Lamy. Still, not like getting pissed off is gonna get me out of….Wherever this place is.'
The person with a green color scheme who was thinking this was Jackal. A serial killer, an etherious or more commonly known as a demon, and currently dead serial killer demon floating in the void. He was mostly animalistic by design. Fox's ears, with a long tail smooth-furred fur tail. Black skin from his hands that stretched out into a diamond pattern on his forearms. While he does not show it his legs are more akin to a wolf with sharp pointed claws, a canine snout, and shark-like teeth. He was an amalgamation of demons formed from the book of Zeref, an Etherious. Jackal was his name as despite his characteristics he took joy in hurting humans, or anyone really.
He died for the first time when he was defeated by that pink-haired dragon slayer even while using his Etherious form. Then the second time the blond celestial spirit user summoned the celestial spirit king. Jackal was not emotional, but if he was feeling one thing, it was this. Disappointment. Disappointment in the things he did in his life led to this. A nobody murderer with nothing to show for his involvement in Tartaros and loyalty to Kyôka.
One thing he wondered about in this inkless void was how he lost. One thing that struck him as odd was that he should have won but both of the people who killed him had gotten some kind of motivation to keep pushing through somehow.
'I think it was called Friendship?' Jackal thought to himself. He wondered that once he got out of here he could gain this 'friendship' power for himself. Then uses it to get revenge on those two wizards who killed him.
Then a light appeared in front of him but strangely enough, it felt welcoming to him. As if reaching out to him. Then he heard a voice.
"Do you want a second chance jackal?"
'What the! There's somebody else here?' Jackal thought to himself as he tried to distance himself from a fight.
"Do not worry young Etherious. I am not here to harm you." The voice said
"Tch. Then what do you want?" jackal responded in an arrogant tone.
"To give you a second chance. I sense in your heart that for the first time, you thought for yourself and wondered about the consequences of your choices." The voice said matter of factly.
"Just get to the point already," Jackal said. While he wouldn't admit it, he was getting paranoid of whoever this entity is.
"I want to give you a second chance of a life stolen from you. You were created with no choice of your own. Yet you willingly committed evil and murder for your own pleasure because it was the only life you knew. It was your purpose from the moment you were born from a tube. I want to give you an honest chance at gaining your own life. If you are willing to take it."
Jackal was stunned. Yes, he did take pleasure in the things he did but he also wondered if it was even worth it seeing as no one missed him and everyone he was loyal to saw him as expendable in the end. He fully accepted his actions and did not feel any guilt in them. But to have a chance to not be made in a test tube but have his own life? If it got him a clean slate and out of this void, there was very little reason to say no. Plus it got boring floating in the afterlife with nothing but your thoughts.
"Alright, you have me. Do what you have to do, voice in the void." Jackal said
"Thank you for taking this chance, for the record I don't know which world I will send you but it's one where you can find happiness if that is your desire. Will also be sending you as the same kind of race you are now so you can carry your abilities and powers over to the new world. You are going to have to start over in your control of them but you should have an easy time getting back your original power in no time, even surpassing them too." The voice said
"Hehe. I like the sound of that." Jackal gave an ambitious smile.
"Oh before I send you there I can grant you two wishes. It can be anything from immortality to changing your gender. No strings attached! The only rule is this. One wish has to be made now and the other is one you will save in case you need it when you get to the other world." The voice said
'Well, that's a lot to take in. Still what to do with those wishes is something powerful. And I think I know what to do in that case.'
"Well I got no reason to distrust your claim that I might get stronger in the new world than my old one so instead I'd like to have that eating ability that fire dragon slayer had,'' Jackal said with an excited grin, bearing his teeth to the void.
"You got it. Just so you know you won't be able to eat your flames caused by the explosion itself. But you can eat fire caused by it just so we are clear. Well, my role here is done. I hope you find what you are looking for in your new life, Jackal." The voice said in genuine encouragement for the canine demon.
Before Jackal could respond he was completely covered in a bright light and felt himself being pulled towards the source of that light. Jackal felt himself wrapped around in something warm with a familiar pattern. It was his original scarf before he died, it was quite warm too. But what was odd was that it covered his entire body. And he was smaller. A LOT smaller. But his fear was confirmed when he tried to take a deep breath and try to speak. What came out was a babble. A baby babble…
'THAT SON OF A BITCH! At least take me to a city and not a fucking bush! DAMN YOU FACELESS BASTARD!' Jackal thought to himself as he wiggled his back trying to break free from his straight jacket scarf, wailing and babbling the entire ordeal.
He had been tricked. When he said he had to start over he thought he had to relearn how to use his curses again not start as a fucking baby! Whatever god that was was surely laughing at him. At least he had the courtesy to wrap him up in something warm given that it was night out.
He tried turning his body and found he was in the center of a thick bush. It also looked like he was attached to some kind of note on his chest, but his scarf made it difficult to grab it. Jackal was getting frustrated that he was turned into a baby and was left in the middle of the night in what looked like the middle of some random bush in some plaza. He didn't even realize that he was making noises akin to a baby crying. Nor did he notice the sound of footsteps coming near.
"Susan, there's something in there!"
"Andrew, wait!"
'Wait those were human voices' Jackal thought to himself. He looked around and saw the owners of the voices. It was a lightly-skinned human woman and a tanned-skinned human male with dark hair.
October 23rd, 2003. Random bench in Brooklyn Bridge Park.
Susan Raynor was… a woman with a lot of pressure. Pressure so great it can take away her attention from the best and possibly only good thing in her life. Her husband Andrew.
She was the rising star of the Central Intelligence Agency. Normally it meant increased attention to protecting your nation from threats, terrorists, radical groups of people with guns, and the one that surprised her the most. Supes
It was all horrible, what they do to regular people like her. Where the position of being in the higher-ups of the CIA means shit to people gifted by their fuckshit creator to be able to do whatever they want all while the one holding their leash gets all the benefits and profits godhood can bring. Vought was worse than the devil, at least he recognized God's wrath. Vought didn't need to pay for the sins of their actions, they were pure evil. Something that America let happen all too willingly until it became too big of a problem to ignore.
But even with Grace Mallory's help, it doesn't mean much when every gun you have fires bullets that bounce off the monsters it's meant to kill. Plus she's not willing to let people die in a bomb that will guarantee a death like Mallory, they wouldn't be much better than Vought if she did.
With the life she knowingly yet unknowingly signed up for herself, Andrew was the one thing that made it worth fighting. Susan has had many different types of guys approach her before, some were flings others were serious. But they were a part of the world she found herself in, the secrets, the violence, deciding who to trust, the death. Andrew was the anchor to the insanity of it all, he wasn't a marine who had transferred to fight something bigger than he could ever understand, a superior who had to do illegal and backhanded things to keep the status quo.
Andrew was some random guy at a bar whose only accomplishments in life were moving to New York from Mexico City, a master's degree in architectural engineering, a mini snow globe collection, and a worn but well-built house. He was normal, just a guy in the street you would enjoy talking to and suspect nothing suspicious and be right about it. It reminded Susan why she joined the CIA at all, to make sure that the mundanity of life stayed special. Hard to believe she married him a year after he suckered and punched her ex in a bar.
Now in their second year of marriage, she had gotten news that would have normally made her shit herself on what to do. They got pregnant. The Raynor's were going to be parents, and it got taken away from them from a miscarriage.
In year three of their Marriage, they went to Brooklyn Bridge Park to find some silence on the day they lost their baby. Just Susan and Andrew sitting on a Cold hard, metal bench, watching the night sky.
"It's been a whole year, and I can still remember the day we went to the doctor thinking you were sick. How happy we were to find out." Andrew said finishing his sentence with a loud sigh. His usually happy and even humble voice was now horse and droopy which came with deep crying.
"I'm sorry Andrew," Susan said to him sadly.
"It's not your fault Susan. You can't keep blaming yourself for it."
"I know that, but that's not what I'm apologizing for. I'm sorry for how I treated you since then, how I yelled, how I just kept myself focused on me and work and not what happened to us. To all of it." Susan said, trying to blink away her watering eyes.
"I never was mad at you Susan, I was worried every day. Wondering if you would come home or sleep at the office again or if you would drink before going to bed on the days you did come home. It hurt and still does but I know things will be better, we still have our lives to decide again. I didn't cross the border for no reason after all." Andrew said, holding his hands with Susans who held it back tightly.
"I wish I could say it will get better Andrew, but with the promotion and your new business. Can we?" Susand asked him looking at his eyes.
"I don't know. Guess we'll just have to find out. I love you, Susan. That won't change if we have kids, adopt them, or not have any. I'll be here with you the whole way." Andrew said, smiling at his wife.
Susan leaned in and kissed her husband. It was cold, their lips peeling from the cold, but it was a comfort they both needed in their one moment of reflection, one that Susan rarely would have soon.
"I do want a family Andrew, I just want to make sure it's one that will stay together."
"Knowing how strong you are you'd probably keep it together alone. Even a supe kid wouldn't think of talking back to you if we ever even have one. They'd call your supermom." Andrew said making Susan smile for the first time that day, the thought of making sure one of Vought's monsters gets disciplined by her was funny. Almost worth it turning a supe into one of her own at the prospect of that. Almost.
"Waaaaaaaaa! AHhhhhhh!"
In their moment of small joy, a baby cries were heard piercing the air around them. Susan and Andrew both let out a deep sigh at the sound of newborn life, the mood now turned awkward from the noise.
Susan hung her head back in frustration at the baby's cries that grew louder. "I thought we were alone."
"Me too. Wait, I think there's something in that bush." Andrew said, shifting his attention. "Susans, there's something in there!
Susan looked at the bush across from them and noticed some ruffling between the branches of the base. Cautious she held her hand near her holster in case she and her husband were in danger. The crying was louder and Andrew rushed towards the bush.
"Andrew, wait!" she called out to him but when she caught up to him she was dumbfounded. It was a baby that had features that shouldn't even be possible for a normal newborn. Pointed dog ears, pure black freckles above and below its eyes, a canine snout, light green hair and green eyes with the pupils of a cat, their arms completely black with diamond-shaped freckles breaking off, and a long green tail sticking out of its baby wrappings.
There was only one way something like this could have been born, they were a supe.
"Who the fuck leaves a baby out here? Está bien, estoy aquí, estoy aquí." Andrew said picking up the small baby in their arms.
Susan noticed a note on top of it and read it aloud. "Please take care of sweet little Jackal.".
"Bahhh, ahhhhh." The baby said cooing out to the couple. It reached its hand out grabbing Andrews's finger.
"You're gonna be alright okay? We are gonna make sure you find your way home." Andrew said as he pulled out a flip phone and dialed 911. But before he could Susan closed the screen in his hand.
"Wha-Susan what are you doing we gotta get this guy to a hospital!"
"Andrew we can't. I know someone who can help us, we need to get home now and fast." Susans grabbed Andrews's hand powerwalking them out of the area but was stopped in place.
"Susan, are you crazy? You're an accountant! What people do you know that can help us bring a supe baby back to vought?"
Susan looked at her husband and the child in his arms. This was the moment the CIA was looking for. They were always looking for a way to understand how supes work and this was the smoking gun they needed. Vought always churned out monsters regardless of how young the supe was, no matter the age it was practically a statistical fact that most supes have killed before even reaching 18 just by the small pieces of evidence they found alone.
"Look, Andrew. This is a literal super in your arms and I refuse to let anyone have their hands on them, not the police and not Vought. Now come on." Susan pulled his hand again but Andrew broke the connection by yanking his hand away.
"Susan, what are you talking about? I know you don't like Vought but I'm pretty sure they aren't gonna treat him like a science experiment! Someone out there left him here, you saw the note! If anything this is a sign, if you're so paranoid about this kid getting taken somewhere whyn't we take him in?" Andrew said
Susan looked into her husband's eyes and desperately wanted to just yell at him to leave the baby, throw it in a trashcan even. But then something that struck a cord within her when Andrew spoke his last sentence. They both wanted a family, so very badly and there was no telling how it would happen if at all. She looked at the baby and saw an opportunity to make her dream for her career come true, a weapon they could turn against Vought if they needed it.
But then she'd just be making a monster out of a child, a child who was left in a bush in the middle of the night. Susan always hated how Andrew messed with her rationality sometimes, mostly for the better but…she could only hope this was one of those times.
"Andrew, I love you so much. But what I'm about to say does NOT EVER, get shared out alright. I need you to understand that once you know this there is no coming back and there's no way to forget it." Susan looked at her husband's eyes. Andrew breathed heavily and worried.
His wife was never this intense before, he looked at the child in his arms and saw its eyes looking at him. He made up his mind.
"Tell me, Susan."
2 weeks later. Raynor Household. Jackal POV
'Well, not the most desirable option in the world but at least these people seem to be willing to take care of me. For now anyway." Jackal thought to himself. He was currently in the human male's lap playing with some toy based on a vehicle he would see pass by his house from time to time when he looked out of his window. From what he can remember it was something called a 'garbage truck'. He was holding it with an iron grip and was waving it through the air with the human woman carrying another kind of vehicle and racing him. It might have been petty but even as a baby, he refused to lose, despite not seeing the irony of his situation.
However He and the human man, Andrew if he remembers right, were not the only ones in the house. Jackal's ears were still capable of hearing more silent movements, even being able to hear the light tapping of their fingers on a table. In the guest room of the home, one of his human caretakers is talking with an even older human woman with graying hair.
' Whatever it is they are talking about. It must be important if such clear anger is in their voices. Especially against this 'Vought' group. Must be like the guild war Tartaros had with Fairy Tail. That gray-haired woman especially, she didn't look at me friendly. Who is Homelander? I Need to learn more about this world if I am going to thrive in it. Oh? Looks like they are leaving the room.'
Jackal continued in frustration racing with his male caretaker with the toys given to him. He finally let out a victory babble when he managed to win the game of toy truck racing
"Good job! Come on, let's give Daddy's lap a rest. Let's see what's on the TV." Becca said while turning on the black rectangle in the living room. On the screen, it played a TV program with the message 'Sponsored by Vought International: Tiny tots. For every child needs a SUPER upbringing.'.
The screen then played a tv show with a person wearing a blue jumpsuit that made it seem to bulge out muscle. However, Jackal noticed that the 'muscles' appeared to be more filling than any actual muscle mass of the man wearing it, as if compensating hard for not having any. He had eagle pauldrons and a cape with red and white stripes with a blue segment having stars on it. He introduced himself as Homelander.
'No wonder my female caretaker is uneasy about this man. He looks like a complete weirdo with fake muscles.' Jackal thought to himself. Not much can give him genuine fear. But this homelander figure certainly made him unnerving.
It seems the male also had this feeling as well. As if on instinct he had changed the channel to a more publicly broadcasted children's program. Jackal enjoyed this program more as it portrayed a genuine caring man named Mr. Rogers who was signing to a group of children the alphabet. It was not the man on the screen that Jackal enjoyed but rather the information on it.
'Finally some actual useful information! Those are the same symbols I see around the house! It looks like I'm going to have some time to learn them.' Jackal thought to himself. However, out of habit, he let out what he thought were coherent words turned out to be incomprehensible baby babbles. Andrew interpreted this as him getting excited, however.
"See! They are singing the alphabet. Come on, let's sing it together. A, B, C, D…" Jackal and Andrew were singing the English alphabet. The woman who was talking to Susan Raynor had come out of the room.
No one POV in particular
"If you need help you know how to contact me, Susan. I'll also let you know if we have any updates in our lab boys research. Right now they are finishing their analysis of the saliva and waste samples you gave us. If what you're saying is true, which for your sake you better hope is true, then he might be what we need to help take down Vought." The woman said.
"Im not turning him into a weapon Mallory." Raynor said
"Then you and your husband are gonna have to give him up to child services and in turn be handing back Vought's property. You're lucky I was even able to convince the higher-ups about your proposal Susan. I know you've been trying for a family and by the graces of fucking god you managed to adopt an orphan like a comic book." Grace Mallory said back.
"You know how those supes act, the profile on the parents of most of them are enough for warrants for their arrest. If I treat him like some show pony like with the pedophile convention pageants we are back to square one." Susan retorted.
"This is an asset we can't afford to grow soft, Susan. Whether you like it or hate it you chose to raise it and the results of it are gonna be on you. Look at him, keeping something that looks like a dog from Mars. Sooner or Later Vought is going to find out about him, do you want to keep him locked in a cage or have him be supe killer we need?" Mallory stared at Susan who didn't say anything back. Good, she knew what she needed to do to make this plan work.
Mallory simply fastened her purse and left for the doorway. Walking around the baby demon on the floor babbling to the alphabet on the screen. She almost had her hand on the door knob but felt she had stepped on something. It was a toy garbage truck.
"Sorry about that, He just likes to put his toys near the door. I hope you have a good day. Say bye." Andrew said to Jackal with a playful smile. Mallory saw him wave at her while giving her a small babbal. Mallory gave a small smile and a wave back.
"It's fine and I'm sorry for stepping on your son's toy but thank you for letting me in today. You have a good day as well." Mallory said before exiting the door.
It was a moment of silence for the family of three. Susan sat down on the couch with Andrew. They both enjoyed the silence with the only noise being the Tv and the baby on the floor.
Andrew broke the silence first. "So. What's the verdict?" he said in a playful yet concern tone
"Well once she gets the lab results back, depending on the results. We can continue being the Raynors or get child protection on our asses and a prison sentence." Susan said in response. Andrew merely smiled and put his arm around his wife. Both parents were clearly worried as they had decided to take in the baby as their own. Susan mostly but even Andrew can see that if Vought ever got their hands on the child it would make their lives more complicated than it is.
"So, CIA huh? You know it was so obvious thinking back on it. I mean, fuck it explains the gun safes I keep finding in the house." Andrew said sighing in his realization that his wife was CIA.
"Wait you found them, when?" Susans asked in confusion.
"A year after our marriage, I knew you might have had more ever since you showed me the main gun safe but…the toilet tank lid? I found out when I dropped it and I found a gun inside it." Andrew said back.
"Find, no guns in the bathroom alright," Susan responded to her husband's antics, she sighed in exhaustion at the past 2 weeks. The pitch to raise a supe as a CIA asset, the move of their house, babyproofing the house. The diapers, oh god the diapers.
"You know we have him for two weeks and we didn't even come up with a name for him." Andrew said to his wife.
"I've tried to come up with some. Came up with Ryan but it doesn't really fit."
"The only thing that came up was Jackal for me given the note we found. Seemed fitting for him." Susan said.
"Guess whoever left them there cared enough to give them a name, even if its just an animal. Does sound…right for him, something tells me he's going to get into some trouble in the future too." Andrew said.
"Oh I fucking bet," Susan said with absolute certainly. She could tell that this baby was going to be a handful, the future headache could be felt now.
"Susan! Not in front of the kid," Andrew said in mock shock.
"I know I know only in the bedroom," Susans responded.
Susan playfully punched Andrew with him putting his hands up to form a shield. Both were happy in each other's embrace but then the moment of joy shifted into a serious tone.
As the couple had their interactions there was one thing the baby sitting on the floor was thinking of.
'When are these two gonna feed me? It's already past lunch!'. What came out was a frustrated baby babbal.
CIA SAFEHOUSE. Location unknown.
Grace Mallory was considering if Susan had gone over to Vought's side but quickly shot that thought out of her head. Susan was a bit of a hardass but she cared for her like a daughter. She understood what it meant to have duty and the value of a life. Reminded her of a younger version of herself.
If things went well, Susan might have a real shot at becoming deputy director. It would do some good to have more focus and attention on supes for once. She was reliable and consistent in everything she did. What Mallory did not expect from a woman like Susan was to willingly raise a supe herself. A complete john doe, no file or possible supe parents, no type of papertrail at all. A opportunity that could not be eft to waste
That's when she started to listen to Butcher and decided to help her look into his origins. They decided to keep it secret for now as they did not know how the brass would react. Plus they needed to know if the baby really was not a part of Vought before she let them keep it. Mallory knew it was cruel to tear away a family from their child but if it turned out to be involved with Vought somehow then she needed to make sure there was as little collateral as possible.
It is also why she is in one of their safe houses. She needed to be as discreet as possible for an investigation like this. It's also why she called one of her lab boys, a ginger curly-haired guy named David who wanted to leave Vought with his daughter who she helped out. Some kind of rookie Supe biologist specialist who now works for the CIA in exchange for protection. Keeps finding ways to hurt supes when things get physical. At the moment she was on the phone with him and honestly did not expect the news she heard over the phone.
"What do you mean not human?" Mallory said in confusion
"It's exactly what I mean. There is not a single trace of Human DNA in the sample you gave me. Hell the only DNA in this saliva and hair sample that even remotely looked like it even came from Earth belonged to the golden jackal. Everything about this is completely alien. I mean the cell formation of the hair is nothing like I have ever seen before. Even the micro organisms are different. I don't even know where to begin how to describe the DNA structure itself!" John said in clear bafflement over the phone.
"So you're telling me that the blood sample isnt human. Is there any kind of evidence that shows artificial tampering or something like that?" Mallory was growing concerned.
"Some but….when I was working at Vought they never told me exactly how Supes got their powers but even then based on my research it always seemed to be DNA-related somehow when I was lucky enough to grab a blood sample when I was doing an autopsy for a dead supe. But…" David said with a long pause and audible deep breath.
"With all due respect man, I think wherever you got this sample did not come from this earth," David said with a tired, and scared voice.
"This shows signs of it being a completely artificial created mishmash of DNA. Like it was purposely made to be this way. It is honestly quite terrifying Mallory, Where did you get this by the way? It's like the structure of the cells and the dna are meant to withstand things that would kill most healthy cells of adults. I can do a more in depth study of what the creature is if I can get some more DNA samples. Saliva and hair can only give me so much information." Johnson said
Mallory honestly considered it but decided against it. She does not know how the supes are exactly made but she does know that a lack of genuine love and kindness in their lives is a main cause of their constant depravity and debauchery. It is still too early to tell how that baby would grow up to be. Mallory was confident in Raynor's ability to be genuine loving parents. She knows that right now it's too big of a risk than they are already taking so far if they move it. If something were to happen to the parents or Vought catches wind she just hopes that the child's upbringing would be enough.
"No Johnson. I want you to take every precaution imaginable and destroy every sample given to you. I don't even want a molecule left behind, without question. Keep any useful data you gathered through. We might be able to use it later. Understood?" Mallory said.
"..*Sigh* Yes ma'am." Johnson replied in disappointment but also in understanding. The call ended and Malloy ended up breaking her burner phone into small pieces. She pulled out another phone that was meant for contacting The Boys. Mallory clicked on Susan's contact and waited for the call to be answered, with a slight hope of it not being picked up.
"What do you want? The baby is asleep and it's 3 am.
"Congrats, you get to be a Mother. I'll explain more in the next meeting. If you have a name for it, tell me then. Good night Butcher." Mallory said.
Mallory proceeded to walk home thinking of her own family and how she failed to be there for them so many times. She remembers how her own grandkids were recently born as well. Hopefully this time she can at least be somewhat the parent she was supposed to be.
Raynor Household. 3 am
"Hmmm… What is it?" Andrew said groggily after being woken up to Butcher's phone call.
"Good news. We get to keep him. He is officially a Raynor." Susan said feeling the small smile on his face.
Andrew was speechless as he was crying tears of joy. Susan hugged her and held him close and tight. To Susan, it felt like the day back at the hospital when they had gotten the news of their pregnancy. But this time she was going to make sure nothing would happen to their child.
Authors note: And that is it for chapter one. I know, not the highest quality fanfic in the great catalog out there. Especially one for as great as a show and anime for The Boys and Fairy Tail. But it's one Idea I couldn't get out of my head. I will admit this version of Susan and Jackal out of character.
I will admit that I had to take some liberties with this. After all this isnt DC where the kents just happen to know some shady guy who didn't ask questions and willingly gave them a forged birth certificate for Clark kent. I had to make it seem possible for Jackal to be recognized as adopted and in the legal care of Susan and her husband. What better way than our favorite vigilante supe hating Grandma.
Also don't worry I have plans for Chapter 2 that will fit in more with the world of the boys. After all this is mainly about Jackal but had to get some important plot bits here in order to establish some things going forward.
Thank you for reading my story. Have a good whatever time of day it is!