Gasping for breath, Jack burst through the doors to the Meeting House, and found that not only the Mayor was placed at the table, but the witch twins were there, as well. Grinding his teeth out of irritation from his unexpected guests, he strode to the table and threw himself into a chair moodily. The Mayor picked up on his mood at once. They were close friends. No one seemed to even notice his strange appearance...or maybe they were too scared to mention it.
"Jack, the witches are here to supervise the meeting and help us with the candy. They have good taste in sweets."
Jack nodded, looking to his feet. The Mayor seemed like he still had something to say; his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were shifty in a peculiar way. Jack waited impatiently for what was coming.
"So, Jack...congratulations." He said, wary, Yet, as he said it, he seemed genuinely happy.
Jack looked up to face him, confused in a frustrated way. "For what? I haven't done anything." He mumbled.
The Mayor's face rippled with faint shock and surprise. "You mean you don't know? Your wife - "
"Sally and I are perfectly fine, Mayor." Jack shortly said, cutting his friend off in mid-sentence. "There is no need to discuss her right now. Let's please get on with this meeting." Jack let his head drift back to face downwards.
"All right, then," The Mayor turned and spoke directly to the witches. "Right now, we're planning on our original candy corn, but we think it would be nice this year to...give us a new look. We were hoping that you would have some kind of idea to a new candy."
One of them spoke in their screechy tone, but Jack could not tell which one it was. "Well, Mayor, we were thinking cauldron-shaped chocolate bars. You know, witch themed. We thought that we should get more recognition; witches are a big part of Halloween history, and should be properly respected."
"So true, so true..." The Mayor trailed off, and Jack knew that he was looking at him disapprovingly. Internally, Jack laughed scoldingly. The stupid idiot, he didn't care what Jack would do; he just wanted him part of the team. With a visibly impossible deep breath, Jack decided to pretend like he was in the conversation, just for the fun of it.
So he sat up, straightened, and put on what he considered to be a normal smile.
"That sounds like a good idea."
The shock was almost visible in the suddenly tense atmosphere. The Mayor and the two witches had not been expecting such a positive reaction. They were dumbfounded for a moment, their mouths hangning boldly open. After a small while of this, Jack's temper began to peak, despite his temporary triumphant pleasure he had just recieved out of his prank. Soon enough, however, the Mayor came to his senses.
"Well," He was very hesitant, glancing to Jack every other word. "Um...well, yes, that does sound like a good idea. Should we have it planned, Jack?"
"Actually, Mayor," The short witch interrupted, "We also thought that we could have the bars broom shaped. It's a bigger symbol of the witches kind." Jack's clenched fists began to tremble slightly. Why couldn't they just make up their tiny minds?
"Sister," The tall witch coldly began, "We agreed on the cauldrons, remember?"
"No," The other frowned, "It was brooms. We wanted brooms."
"Cauldrons!"
"Brooms!"
"Cauldrons!"
Jack had a low, ferocious growl in his throat. This unneeded, unwanted, meaningless argument was getting on his nerves, and he was near bursting.
Suddenly, however, Jack hastily muted his malicious giggle that had slipped out of his lips. He had just thought of something...something that would get rid of these two stupid witches and their idiotic disagreements...permanently. The more he thought of it, the more he planned it, it all seemed to make more sense, and it seemed simply
easy. Jack acted at once to put his plan into action.
"Ladies," Jack purred. They stopped short at once, gaping at him. "Please, please...let's settle the argument at my house; it would be much better there. I'll fix some brunch, if you'd like."
They looked at each other, their eyes sparkling at the thought. Jack felt a triumphant cheer fill his body; they were too engrossed in his flirtatious actions to refuse; they didn't even seem to remember his wife.
"Okay," The taller witch faintly croaked. "Mayor, would you like to come along?"
Jack, knowing his plan would not work if a witness were present, thought quickly. "Actually, ladies, I was wondering if we could do it...alone?"
The two witches gasped slightly, but nodded. He smirked deviously and winked. They seemed dazed. Jack strode between them, linked arms with both of them, and headed to the door, pleasure filling every bone in his body. However, the Mayor hurried in front of Jack, his negative face apparent, and it was frowning.
"Jack, what about Sally?"
"Oh, don't worry, Mayor," Jack venomously leered, "She won't mind. Now move aside, if you please." The Mayor did not budge.
"Jack," His voice was commanding. "Don't do this - "
Jack broke him off with a kick. The smooth swipe of his foot connected with the Mayor's stomach, and knocked the wind out of him, making him double over. His hand natually whipped to the place contacted. Jack watched with an evil triumph as the Mayor gasped for breath, obviously in heavy pain. The witches now seemed hesitant to leave with him.
"Don't worry," Jack assured them. "It'll all be okay. Shall we go?" They nodded silently again. Stepping carefully over the Mayor, Jack opened the door, and led the witches out, his intentions being smoothed over in his mind.
The walk to Jack's home was slightly awkward; the witches were still frightened from Jack's outburst, but Jack intended to fix their tension with ease. When they reached the gate, Jack smiled warmly at both of them in turn and flipped the gate open with a carefully controlled gesture of his arm. He knew what would happen if he used too much of his strength, which was just recently demonstrated with his friend.
They all entered the house quietly; Jack could tell that Sally was not home. With a grin to himself, Jack slipped himself easily out of the ladies' grasps.
"Now, what would you like for lunch?" Jack politely asked, though his insides were boiling with anticipation and eagerness.
"Um," The taller witch was on guard and very, very hesitant. Jack noted that she would have be the one with whom he was most careful and undercover. "It's okay, Jack, we're not too hungry."
"All right," Jack prodded, impatient now. "Where do you want to do this? In the living room? Dining room?"
"We're okay here, in the sitting room." The tall witch answered again.
"Jack?" The shorter witch asked shyly.
"Yes?"
I wondered whether, perhaps, I could use your bathroom for a moment?"
"Of course," Jack was pleased; finally, he would get alone time with his first, unfortunate victim. "It's the forst door on your right, just down that hallway." He gestured to the hall.
"Thank you." The little, plump witch strode to the door and swung it shut. There was a silence that followed. The taller witch had set herself on the largest couch, just in the middle. '
Perfect,' Jack thought. She had placed herself precisely where Jack had planned. Just before he went to sit by the witch, he slipped innocently by his counter and picked up an enormous carving knife and put it gently in his back pocket, caring to face the blade away from himself. He counted it fortunate that she had been looking away for that exact moment. Jack hurried to her side and sat down just inches from her. Startled, and suspicious, the tall witch scooted a few away. Jack knew he would have to take this slower, which frustrated him. He only had limited moments alone.
"So," Jack awkwardly started out, not having planned what to say. "Nice...day,"
The witch looked slightly alarmed as she glanced at him. "Um...yes."
Jack heard the toilet flush, and acted out of haste. Knowing the little witch would be out in seconds, Jack grabbed her wrists and forced her to look into his face. Her eyes were full of fear, which Jack took a small triumph from. He said in a low, growling tone to her,
"I love you. I do not love Sally. Kiss me," He knew this would work; the sisters had loved him the moment they'd seen him, and one of them would not resist now, despite his marriage or the hate the other sister would give. There was only a moment's hesitation from the witch before she was passionately close to Jack; their lips were moving together in a perfect synchronization. It disgusted Jack, but knew this was the only way to kill her: pretending to love. As her hands traced his face, he slipped one hand behind his own back, as the other one was busy, and grabbed the knife handle. She seemed too absorbed in her performance to not notice what Jack was doing. His hand holding the knife slowly raised itself to her, and he paused for just a fraction of a second, the blade side just inches away from her thin throat...
He flung the knife at her neck.
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Ohohohoho!! XDDD Yes, this is scary. Forgive me for the wait I've made you...wait.
XD What will happen next? Tune in to the next chapter and find out. I will post it as soon as possible. Thanks.
