"Jack!"
Startled, Jack slipped away from the witch as fast as lightening. With a ferocious, ear-splitting growl, Jack realized that he had never contacted the knife with the witch. He glanced at her quickly; her lipstick was smeared at places, her cheeks were flished, and her expression wore lustful desire. Jack decided she had never seen the knife; he smothly stuffed it into the couch cushion.
"Jack, what are you
doing?"
Remembering the person who had disrupted him, Jack swivled in the cushion to confront whoever had interrupted his murder. Jack's stomach twisted as he saw who stood, bewildered, in the doorway.
It was Sally.
Her posture was no more than shocked; her back was erect and her hands were frozen on the doorknob. She did not blink as she moved forward. Her expression showed multiple feelings: fear, betrayal, and, surprisingly, knowing. It seemed like she had...suspected this. Jack stood up quickly, his chest inflated, as he strode to her hastily. She avoided him, her hand up, palm out. She was scowling heavily.
"Don't you dare lie. I want the truth."
Jack hesitated, and looked at the witch again. Now she seemed more up-to-date. She was gazing, terrified, at Jack's wife, whose eyes were boring into her own. The witch looked at Jack, and back to Sally.
"You might want to go," Sally muttered. "Jack and I need to talk."
The witch whipped to her feet, and unsteadily swayed, her eyes glazed from just ten seconds in the past. The smaller witch emerged from the shadows of the hallway, and she had a kind, innocent smile on her face. However, it disintegrated as she saw Sally and Jack's expression. She took one look at Jack, then to her sister, and she gasped, understanding flooding her face.
"Sister," She furiously whispered, "Let's leave.
Now."
The tall witch slowly began to take nervous, small steps to her sister, who grasped her arm roughly and they both strode to the door. When the door swung shut, there was utter silence. Jack refused to look Sally in the face. It was like she was a teacher in the first grade, and he was the misbehaving child.
"Jack," Sally's voice quivered with suspicion. "Please...
please...the truth."
Jack sighed. He knew this whole matter had gotten out of hand, and that it was time to stop avoiding the whole matter and face it head-on.
"All right, Sally. It started - " She cut him off abruptly.
"Please, before you begin...wipe that lipstick off your face. It'll distract me the whole time."
Jack blushed and hurried to the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked, and ashamed. His whole lower face was covered with dark purple lipstick, and was smeared everywhere, even inside his mouth. Gagging, Jack turned on the water with one gesture, and snapped the handle clean from the faucet. He growled and grabbed a towel, rinsing it under the flow of warm water, and wiped his face clean of the disgraceful evidence of his attempted murder. Face clean, and feeling more calm, Jack thought over the previous five minutes. Horrified guilt came as he replayed his actions in his head. What was
wrong with him? Why did he want to kill one of his good friends? Why would he do such a thing to his most beloved Sally, his
wife?
Because you had no choice.
Jack stifled a scream. The hoarse, growling voice he had heard had not been from outside the door, or even in the bathroom. He had heard it inside his head.
Who are you? Jack shakily thought.
I am your future. The voice crooned softly,
I am the one who has guided you through these past few weeks. I am the one who has helped you live your life to the fullest. I am you.
No, Jack argued with his obviously insane self,
No. This can't be real.
It is! The voice growled,
The feelings you've been feeling, the thoughts you've been thinking, the actions you've been fulfilling...were all my doing, my plans. And you've been doing very, very well. The voice laughed a full, terrifying laugh.
The reason you've betrayed everyone, Jack Skellington, is because they're not good enough. They're not worthy to see you. You're the lengendary Pumpkin King, and they cannot be in your presence. Only I, an Alien Symbiote, can help you realize that. You're a weak, spineless coward, and refuse to give people what they deserve!
This just isn't right. Jack thought grudgingly.
So...you're the one that almost made me...?
Yes. Because she was questioning your authority! You should not change the cand yfor Halloween if you do not want to. Anyone who treats you in a non-fit way, they should be killed.
But that's just...cruel! Jack cried in his head, gesturing wildly.
There's no point to kill them! They've hardly done anything wrong!
Jack, that's not the point, don't you understand? The voice was turning impatient and angry.
The point is they toyed with you. The point is they annoyed you. Jack, that's what I'm trying to tell you! You have to let your feelings control you, assist you in your actions and thoughts! They bring out your inner self and show people what you're really like.
Well, I don't want to be an idiotic, pessimistic jerk who kills people at random! Jack snapped, unable to hold back his irritation and hate.
Yes! Jack, that's it! Let your emotions control what you say. Now it's just your actions you need to work out. Let me help you, Jack, let me assist you, I can help you become the best possible Pumpkin King. The symbiote invitingly whispered.
"Jack?"
Jack jumped. He had forgotten Sally completely. "Yes, I'm coming!"
Let me help you....let me help you....let me help you....
The voice continued to say it, but eventually died out as Jack unbolted the door and hurried to the sitting room. Sally was standing in the center of the room. When Jack noisily shuffled in, her head flicked up to his face very briefly. She turned her head back down slowly, and strolled to the couch where Jack had been sitting, gently sat down, and yelped. She jumped back up again, hands on her backside. Jack smirked. She whirled around to him, and her expression made Jack's falter and die. She jerked her hand to the couch, and pulled out the knife that Jack had almost committed murder with. Realizing his stupid mistake, Jack wordlessly looked into Sally's face, trying to pull a pain-filled expression. With a grim understanding in her eyes, Sally slid the knife across the floor gently. Jack's gaze, however, never left Sally. She never looked back into his face as she turned around silently and sat. Trying to ease the tense atmosphere, and with a sudden want, Jack grinned and hurried behind her. He reached his long arms over the couch and slipped his hands around her waist, tightening his grip as he lifted her into the air and cradled her passionately. She shrieked, struggling to free herself from his grasp. Pretending not to notice, Jack leaned in, her head in one of his enormous hands, and kissed her full force. Knowing she would never be released until Jack let her go, Sally went limp, unresponsive to Jack's lips against hers. So he leaned back, only to press them to her neck, and travel around her jaw slowly. She shivered beneath him. He sighed sadly and frustratedly as he straightened his neck to look at her. Her eyes held small tears. She was not looking at him, either, but at the floor. She had an angry, confused scowl in place. Jack set her down gently, and she hurried to the opposite side of the room, sitting herself in a single chair. She lifted her legs, and wrapped her arms around them, all the while staring at anything other than Jack.
"Sally," Jack hesitated. "I'm sorry. I don't know what that was."
I do.
Internally, Jack screamed.
It was you
that just did that? She hates me now! Jack thought all this while looking at Sally's stone form, regretting his sudden outburst.
Exactly my goal. The symbiote laughed scoldingly as Jack's blood boiled.
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Yes! This is intense! Jack has finally made contact with the symbiote!
XD Phew, sorry for the long wait. Hope you liked it okay, and I'll post the next chappy as soon as possible. Thanks.
