Jack's POV
I tie her hands and feet to the bed, before I climb on top of her and get closer to her face. She's sobbing, but refusing the tears to come.
She just keeps facinating me, doesn't she?
"Are you scared, Celestia?" I whisper, challenging her to a staring contest. She doesn't say anything, so I laugh and point one of my claws at her. She looks at it briefly, before returning to my eyes. I slowly dig the claw into her jaw, making her scream. She quickly stops, though, realizing that only leads to more pain.
Clever, this one.
"Are you scared, Celestia?" I ask again, louder this time. She still doesn't answer. I growl, pulling the claw back and crawling off of her. I grab a knife out of no-where and start to carve patterns into her left forearm. She chokes her screams and tries to pull her arm back, but the ties around her wrist stops her.
"Are you scared, Celestia?" I ask one more time, my voice deep and threatening now. She stops wiggling, closes her eyes, and then just stays like that as I start cutting deep cuts on her other arm. Blood pimples out of the wounds as soon as I the knife makes contact with the skin-and I still cut deeper and deeper.
I carve an L and a J into her wrist, before I step back to look at my work, smiling. Her arms are all cut up, her face pale from the bloodloss. She's coughing due to the blood from her jaw, but manage to spit out a few words anyways.
"Jack" she coughs, just as I'm about to start peeling of a bit skin. I look up, actually surprised when she calls my name. "Stop".
Celestia's POV
My entire body is aching, my arms are hurting like hell, and the hungry look in his eyes only tells me he's not done yet. I call his name, a desperate attempt to get his attention. I succeed, and his white eyes stare back at me waiting for me to speak.
"Stop" I whimper. He looks amused for a second, but suddenly he stumbles back, a terrifed and confused look on his face. He stares into nothing for a moment, his hand reaching up to his chest as if his heart hurts (does he even have a heart?). Then, in a mist of black and white, he disappears.
I panic for a moment, wondering how the fuck I'm supposed to get lose, when I turn my head and see that my hands and feet are untied again. And not just that; not one single cut anywhere.
I feel sick. I run to the bathroom and empty my stomach, before I collapse next to the toilet and stare at my arms. Was it all a nightmare? Did nothing of this really happen?
No. I was definitely awake. The pain was too real to just be a part of my unconcious imagination. But that just led me back to the question I had asked so many times already;
What the hell was Laughing Jack?
Jack's POV
"L.J?" a voice says confused as I arrive. I reckognize him immidiatly, turning around to meet his empty, black sockets of eyes. My name twin is sitting on the table, sharpening his butter knife. "What'chu doing back in the mansion? Haven't seen you in weeks" he continues, but I ignore him and go straight for the basement.
During the centuries I gained a few...allies, you can say. We kind of meet up in this little mansion in the woods sometimes, but I mostly keep to myself when I'm not off torturing or killing.
I walk over to a cupboard in the corner of the room, open the cabinet door and take out the object I'm looking for.
It's old and dusty now, and I locked it away with the memories of being left behind and forgotten, but it's still there. It's still a part of my past.
My box.
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Meeeeh...idk how to feel about this chappie...we're getting somewhere, that's for sure, but the torture scene was boring :/ anyways, hope you guys liked it, next one will be better (hopefully). I'm sick and this is the best I could do okay xD
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Afraid of the Dark - Laughing Jack
Fanfic[SIDEPROJECT] Laughing Jack is bored, and needs a change in his routines. Children are easy targets, maybe he should try something different? Something like...Celestia?
