Running outside to see what had caused the noise, James saw a silver dagger on the picture table. He went back for it, grabbed it, and dashed outside to see his father tied to the town hall’s pillar. He also saw that the denizens were being held down by skeletons. But these skeletons didn’t look like real skeletons. They were a neon blue color. Skeletons aren’t blue… James thought. All of a sudden two arms lifted James off his feet. He was twisted around, coming face to face with the sack that had pushed him down the tree-thing. Lock, Shock, and Barrel had run through Jack’s house, and brought out the photos. Oogie, the sack, dropped James and looked through the photos, then looked at Jack and smirked.
“So you have a son, don’t you? Even though you’re dead, you managed to reunite with your living son.” Oogie laughed, and so did Lock, Shock, and Barrel. James took the time to hide behind the fountain while Oogie and his henchmen were goading. He ran behind the slanting building and slashed at the ropes that were coiled around his father’s skeletal frame. The blue skeletons hissed and walked towards the nine-year old. James let go of the ropes, hoping that they were loosened, to fend off the skeletons. One jumped from behind him, throwing him to the ground. He cried out as the dagger was thrown from his grip. Barrel fetched it and brought it back to Oogie.
Amongst all the action, Jack was trying to break free from the ropes. Lock noticed and while laughing maniacally, threw his pitchfork. He had noticed his mistake when Jack ducked his head. Lock watched while Jack’s head reached up and grabbed the pitchfork in between his teeth. Bringing it down to his skeletal hand, he used the (uhh) poker things in an attempt to snap the rope in half (If you guys know what I mean). The ropes broke and he fell to the ground. Lock, in a desperate attempt to get his pitchfork back, ran towards Jack. Jack kicked away the pitchfork and Lock skidded to a stop, tried to run back, but the Pumpkin King snatched up the trick-or-treaters tail. Tying his tail to a post that signified the Witches’ Shop, he put the pitchfork under Lock, just to irk him ever so more. (Wrong usage of words..?)
“Hey!! My tail is real! It hurts!” Lock shouted after him, Jack ignoring him.
James was (once again) picked up by Oogie, this time by his jacket. The stench of all the insects in there made the boy try to turn away. He kicked at the sack’s stomach, making the insects in there fly around, but other than that, to no avail.
“This time, I’m running the show, boy.” Oogie said and looked towards Jack, who had taken care of the other two trick-or-treaters.
“Oi, bone man!” He shouted. Jack turned around. His eyes widened in fear. He knew what Oogie was going to do.
“Let go of him, Oogie.” Jack growled, grabbing Lock and holding the pitchfork to his back.
“Or what? You’ll stab Lock’s heart? Go ahead.” Lock’s eyes widened in fear as he struggled against the skeleton’s grip.
“I’m not joking.” Jack growled, using the same tone.
“I don’t want to die!” Lock screamed. “I’m younger than him!” He pointed to James. “I’ve barely just begun to live!!” Oogie showed no sympathy.
“That’s what henchmen are for, Lock. All they do is work for you until you have no need for them anymore.” Lock froze.
“Just let me go, please!” He screamed, tears running down his eyes. Jack sighed and threw Lock to the ground. Lock looked around, and ran off.
In a desperate attempt to break free from Oogie’s grasp, James tugged at one of his seams. Oogie shouted something, and threw James down. James looked up to see Oogie’s hand ripped off, bugs pouring out of it. In a small amount of time (I’m not going to bother with how he did it), Oogie had his hand back on. He kicked James, sent him rolling to the wall. Jack felt rage burning inside of him as he tackled Oogie, sending both reeling. Oogie, dagger still in hand, slashed wildly, cutting Jack’s right hand clean off. Jack cried out in pain and Oogie threw him. The skeleton hit the wall and fell to the ground, moaning from the pain. Oogie grinned and threw the dagger (due to his erm, slightly improved reflexes-no I’m joking) at James. The dagger sliced through James’s arm, and he screamed in pain. In a rage, he ripped the dagger out of his arm and lunged. James leaped and slashed straight through Oogie’s chest. The bugs poured out in a wave, sending James to the ground. The last thing James heard before passing out was a faint:
“My bugs, my bugs!!”
“James!!” Jack was walking towards him, cradling his right hand.
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And that’s it!
No, no, the end of the chapter, silly x3 Anyways, sorry about the uhm, Lock and Oogie thing… Anyways, more to come! Oh yeah, I also made a fan fiction about an Interview Show thing with the cast of these people…Please check it out <3
I previewed it and noticed how it went off the page...Moderators, is there a way to fix that? PM me please
To read it, just highlight the entire thing. Worked for me. xD
