A few days after their honeymoon, Jack and Sally's lives began to return to normal. Now as a daytime job, Sally visited the Doctor daily and helped him with housework and kept him on his feet. Jack was kept extremely busy with planning the next Halloween, all the while still absorbed in his suit mystery. Jack had begun to wear it more regularly; he was beginning to grow fond of the all black, red-eyed suit. And for some reason...it still made him feel different. It gave him a somewhat more...darkened look on everything; he seemed to enjoy others pain more, and he felt more gloomy and angry about everything. His temper had gotten the better of him, too, at times. Even though these side effects were highly unpleasant for Jack, the suit still gave him an exhilarated, powerful feeling that pleased him.
Jack was in a meeting with the Mayor about the pumpkins for the next Halloween. The Mayor didn't know how to carve the pumpkins, how big they were supposed to be, what shape they should be carved into...all of it was very frustrating to Jack. In fact, everything was frustrating Jack lately; his temper seemed to leak out of him whenever someone pestered him about something.
"...and the Witches want the pumpkins carved as black cats. What do you think, Jack?"
Jack sighed as he rubbed his temples tenderly. "What does Clown want them carved as? I didn't hear."
"Hats," The Mayor said, glancing down at his long list. "What would you like to have the pumpkins carved as? The only people I haven't gotten opinions from are you and Sally."
Jack ground his teeth together as he felt his temper rising out of irritation. "I'm not sure, Mayor." He fought to keep his tone straight. "You can just do what you think is right."
The Mayor chuckled and said, "Jack, I need your own personal opinion."
"I don't care."
The Mayor himself seemed to be losing patience. "Jack, I can't let you be undecided, your decision is most important out of everyone's - "
Jack lifted his fist and slammed it onto the table as hard as he could: the Mayor's inkbottle spilled over all the documents that were laid out in front of them. The Mayor jumped a foot out of his chair and landed heavily on the floor. Jack was breathing heavily, his eyes slits. He had had enough.
"This is
ridiculous, Mayor!" Jack shouted. "Just go along with whatever everyone else wants! Does it matter what
I think?"
The Mayor lifted his head, shaking violently out of fear. With a trembling voice, the Mayor said, "Yes, Jack, I just said, your decision is - "
Screaming his banshee-like scream, Jack bent down and struck the Mayor across the face with one powerful, solid swipe of his arm. The Mayor stopped dead into silence. Jack stood straight and strutted out the door, angrier than ever. '
Unbelievable,' Jack growled in his head. '
Unbelievable! How stupid
can that man get? It was then Jack noticed that the people in Town square were staring at him with apprehensive eyes.
"What?" He shouted to all of them. They looked down and began to shuffle around, keeping to themselves. Feeling a fire in his chest, Jack started home. The walk was short, with Jack's long legs. He entered his home and slammed the door shut.
"Jack?" A voice echoed from the upstairs. This startled Jack, knowing that Sally, naturally, would've been at Dr. Finklestein's home.
Now that he knew he was home and away from the Mayor, and that he was with Sally, he began to calm down, and regained control of his voice.
"Sally? Why are you home so early?" Jack called casually, pleased with himself he had calmed down so quickly. He started up the narrow staircase.
"The Doctor had Igor there to help him today."
"Ahh," Jack nodded. He had reached his bedroom door, and entered. Sally was sitting at their desk, and she was sewing. Jack smiled. He was glad that she had finally found a place for her sewing machine. There was also a small CD player, some speakers, and her jewelry box. She stood up from her seat, walked to Jack, smiling as well, and embraced him. He felt love for his wife. Her touch was just so...caring. She leaned back and, on her tipsy-toes, gave him a small, quick kiss to his lips. He grinned beneath the kiss and, with a sudden inspiration, as she began to lean back, grabbed her waist and held her there, amking the kiss suddenly fiercer. At first, she seemed confused, but then she gave in. He felt her smile beneath his own lips as they closely embraced. The kiss was too short, in Jack's opinion, when Sally leaned back. She seemed out of breath. Smirking, Jack walked backwards to the door, keeping Sally in sight, and, with one gesture, swung it shut.
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Woot, yeah, Jack's starting to get affected with the symbiote
Hope you're liking the story so far, and I'll post the next chappy as soon as possible. Thanks.
