Jack sat in
the ‘Lousy Dame” Bar. With his Chicken fingers and fries getting cold and his
beer and whiskey getting warm. He remembered it all, his work as an enforcer
for the Organization, the organized crime in Dark city, his meeting Isabelle,
their happy moments together, the life and promise of a future and one shotgun
blast that ruined it all. Jack couldn’t remember what he did after Isabelle was
murdered. He remembered he lived in the mountains, led a peaceful life growing
pumpkins and raising an stray cat but he couldn’t remember how he got there.
Everything between that night his love died and waking up one morning in a
cabin was a blur.
Jack
clutched his head tightly with his hands. He tried to imagine what he did. Did
he run home and drunk, did he murder everyone in the Organization, did he move
to the mountains right away and build a cabin from wood he chopped down
himself? None of it seemed real, he couldn’t remember doing any of those
things. Just as Jack was in the middle of his crisis a tall thin man walked
into the bar. The man was dressed in all black and wore a black cloak over his
shoulders. His hood was down and besides the cloak he was wearing modern
clothing. “Jack, you need to wake up” said the man. Jack looked up and saw the
man. the bar was empty, not even Old Carl was there. The place was quiet, no
music, no clattering in the kitchen, only silence. “Who are you?” Jack asked
slowly.
“Death” Replied Death. ‘Death’ was a tall, pale, thin man in
his early thirties wearing modern clothes, with white hair and pale gray eyes.
“Yeah, sure. As far as everyone tells me I am death, not you” Jack replied. The
man smiled and closed his eyes, then vanished.
It began to
rain again outside. Not the harsh pouring rain from before, but the light misty
rain that somehow makes everything look nicer. Even Dark city at night seemed a
little friendlier with this rain. Gentle rain pattered against the window. Mist
drifted through the air. All was still and quiet except for the rain outside.
Jack sat in silence as he listened to the rain outside. The quiet drops
rhythmically hitting the street as the light of the city reflected off of the
mist in the air.
“What did
you do that night?” Death asked. Its voice echoed through the room. Jack felt a
pull on his heart as he started to remember. “I went back to the apartment. I
was filled with rage and pain, I didn’t know what to do with myself so I drank
until I passed out” Jack replied as his eyes began to tear up. “Then what?”
Asked the voice again. “I kept doing that. I didn’t go to work and I barely
left the apartment. No one came looking for me and I was too broken up to get
revenge” Jack replied. “Then one night
you went Isabelle’s grave stone. You were drunk, you cried and you fell asleep.
Then you dreamed of a happy life away from pain and suffering. You blocked out
the pain and moved to a mountain top. That is where you are now, asleep in a
graveyard. All of your memories of Dark city are real. But you never did move
away, you stayed in the city you grew to hate and you let it grind you down.
Maple town, the autumn forest and even that black cat all exist in real life. I
gave you that dream. You dreams were just painful memories until I planted
fiction into them. To give you hope. You can live that dream, peace and quiet
far away from this Dark city. I can help you…but you must help me” Death said,
its voice soft and reassuring at first but grew darker as it spoke.
Jack woke
up in a graveyard. He took a deep breath in and began to move. Gentle rain
drifted down onto the graveyard, it was still night. Jack had tears in his eyes
and his clothes were drenched from falling asleep in the rain. He remembered
every second of his dream and the last words he heard from the voice of death.
“What do you need me to do?” Jack asked in a shaky voice. “Kill” Said the voice
of Death. Jack showed an evil smile and then lifted himself up. He looked down
and realized he was leaning on Isabelle’s gravestone for support. “You are
always helping me” Jack said allowing himself one last moment of sadness.
Jack wore a
green trench coat with the buckles undone, a gray long sleeve shirt, black
jeans, black combat boots and black leather gloves. His dark brown hair was wet
from the rain so Jack ran his hand through his hair to dry it. Jack’s hair was
long and pushed back making him look like a maniac. His green eyes shone bright with determination. Jack picked up his hammer from the ground
and held it in his hands. He was ready for revenge.
Jack left
the cemetery with a quick pace. He was headed downtown to the Boss’ main base
of operations. As he walked down the street he kept noticing a face floating
over his shoulder. It was the face of death, with a skeleton head and black
holes for eyes. If you stared into the eyes of death you could lose your soul
right there. Jack only saw this face in the corner of his eye and when he
looked the face was gone. He knew Death was following him though. He couldn’t
decide if that made him emboldened or nervous.
“why are
you helping me? You promise a future for me like in my dreams and the price is
for me to kill the Organization boss and take revenge. That’s everything I
want, what do you get out of this?” Jack asked as he continued his pace with
his hammer held firmly in hand. The few people out on the street that night
parted or crossed the street when they saw Jack walking through. “Your former
boss is more than he seems. He is a devil who feeds off of the pain and
suffering of men. I don’t get involved in the affairs of men but this needs my
attention. Unfortunately if I wanted to fight him myself I would have to kill
everyone around him. I am not allowed to take humans lives before their time.
If their time runs out or another human cuts their time short, I take them
then, not before” Death replied though its voice was calm, Jack felt a chill
down his spine as Death spoke.
“How am I
supposed to fight a demon?” Asked Jack, wondering if he got in over his head.
“Some demons are stronger than humans, some are not. Your boss is not. He is a
lesser demon, with the strength of a human. He relies on guns and human weapons
to fight. Do not let your guard down though. He might have a trick up his
sleeve if cornered” Death replied.
Jack walked quickly down the street as rain fell onto the city below. Thoughts of revenge, demons, death and Isabelle stole his
focus. As he neared downtown he saw glowing orbs floating in the distance.
Orange glowing orbs bobbed up and down by the edge of the city then floated
off. Jack wanted to go follow them, they had a strange alluring nature. “Stop!
You still need revenge, I cannot let you go dying now. Those lights lead people
into the Haunted Forest every year. The closer it comes to Halloween the worse
it gets” Death’s voice said. Jack stopped walking and shook his head. “I feel
like I would know that. I did grow up here” Jack replied.
Jack’s memory was still fuzzy,
probably because he was still drunk. Jack felt like he was still walking in a
dream though. He was awake but he kept thinking back to his cabin in the
mountains, it all seemed so real and the Dark city seemed like a bad nightmare
that wouldn’t go away. “Will I ever see the cabin in the mountains again? Will
I actually have that life?” Asked Jack. “Yes, rid the world of this demon you
call ‘boss’ and I will make sure you get your cabin” Said Death.
Jack finally reached the base of
operations for the Organization. It looked like an abandoned factory on the
outside. Jack looked up at the top floor where he knew the Boss would be
waiting. “Do I deserve a quiet life if I just keep killing? I would do anything
for Isabelle but does killing in her name settle anything? Will it bring her
back?” Jack said out loud. He wasn’t really asking anyone and knew she wouldn’t
come back but he had grown tired of killing and yearned for the life of peace
that he had in his dreams. “Your old boss is a demon. A literal demon and I
choose you to kill him. If you walk away he will continue hurting people,
making more victims and causing more pain. Your soul is stained from killing
but that demon boss of yours raised you and put you on the path. So you are one
of his victims just like all of the people you killed are victims of yours. I
don’t need someone to think about this problem. I need a hammer, blunt crushing
force. Now go!” Death explained. Death’s voice boomed when it said “Go”
Jack steeled his nerves. Now wasn’t
the time for doubt or thoughts of warm beds and autumn days. Now was the time
for revenge. Jack was an assassin, a hitman, an enforcer and all around psycho
in his past life. Jack new it was time to bring that all back one last time.
Jack kicked open the front door and broke off one of the door’s hinges.
Jack walked into main room, which
looked like an empty factory, this was also part of the disguise. The main factory room was dark, the only light was from the street lights outside that came in through the large factory windows. The sound of rain echoed outside. the rain began to beat down harder, thousands of drops pelted the building and the strong winds shook the fragile windows.
Jack walked across the room to an old wooden door that looked like it led to an office or storage. The door opened and a guard wearing a suit and tie emerged from the doorway. He was sent to investigate the noise and found Jack standing before him.
Jack walked across the room to an old wooden door that looked like it led to an office or storage. The door opened and a guard wearing a suit and tie emerged from the doorway. He was sent to investigate the noise and found Jack standing before him.
The guard was shocked, he looked as if he had
seen a ghost or maybe he was scared because he knew he was about to die. The guard saw
Jack, standing tall with an insane grin and a fierce look of murder in his
eyes. Jack had his hammer raised over his head and the guard pulled out a gun
to shoot. Before a shot could be fired Jack slammed his hammer down onto the
guards skull, smashing him into the cold concrete floor.
Jack walked into the base through
the old wooden door. The inside of the base was all decked out with new
furniture, metal doors, reinforced walls and stylish gold and marble statues.
The first room had guards all with guns. Jack slammed his hammer down on the
first guard that was by the door then threw his hammer at the guard across the
room. A third guard drew his gun but Jack was able to grab a gun from the first
guard and fire at the third. Jack’s hammer was lightweight enough that it could
be thrown and swung quickly. Jack was an agile person and carried his hammer
around ever day, so the crushing weight that it did have never slowed him down.
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