LAST VACATION

chapter 4

"Meaning??" Was all jimmy managed to ask after the long silence.
It seemed like a joke but her face could tell she was serious, well who will try to pull such a joke in the very unhealthy atmosphere.

"Does it seem like a joke to you?....are you doubting?... I mean, his gone. Asin, gone gone. Flee. His left" she said waving her hands, dropping them at the end and putting the most horrible face.

Neither of the men standing at the foot of the stairs had a nice look on his face.

"Umm..... did he cook anything atleast?"
All heads snapped at once.
If only looks could kill.
"Really?, is it food that matters now?,Daco?" Jimmy asked with that look Daco new too well, not to even make any more statement, good or bad, before taking the stairs.
Cara gave way as the rest followed suite including hungry Daco.

None mentioned it but their expressions could be read.

"I can't believe it" mark started. "If I ever trusted anybody, no doubt it'd be Jackill. .......... that guy......I mean ...shit! his too good I can't even think of him that way"he trailed off.

His face could tell he had more to say but stopped half way giving it a second thought.

"Well never trust anyone, so goes the saying right?" Looking round the room now, mark shrugged.
Disppointent or disbelieve was what he tried to place first.

The room maintained it silence. Quite clear everyone believed so much in chef Jackill.
Just when you think your baby girl is that sweet angle till you see her do the unexpected. Like having that beautiful Easter egg, only to open it and find its the worst of all kind but Jackill could even be better any of those.

Such trust gravity.

Up till this moment, no one had gathered the strength to speak the word.
No one thought of Jackill as that type of angle on white wings that could ever think of giving the black once a second look, to mention trying them.
Looks now it's the other way round.

"Well??... " cara said breaking the heavy tension
"Is it too late to find him?" Timmy asked.
Even the whole stone hearted soldier seemed to be taking down.
Who ever thought soldiers could easily trust?

"Can we leave here?...I mean, leave this room, been here now just makes me think of his coolies and trust me I really nee......"
"Daco?...you can leave" mark snapped annoyed
"Could you ever give up food for once" turning fully to face a hungry Daco
"Dude I didn't even talk to you"

"You didn't talk to anyone in
particular did you?......" mark cut him off

"Look, you two, its not the time......we don't have the time to stand and......."
"No one even spoke to you stunt"

"Daco you never talk to anyone" stunt stared at him.

Cara sighed annoyed.

Timmy seemed off. Blank. Lost in thoughts. If only he could lay his hands on Jackill. It'd be the best for him. But standing here now listening to Daco try to bring up his cookies, he could do nothing but think of them too.

The nicest thing one would do now is give him anything that belonged to Jackill. He would torture it and have the satisfaction his done it to Jackill.

He turned slowly and looked round the room. Maybe his clothes? Rip them all, his shoes?, pull the damn sole?, ......
Wait a minute.
His head turned back.

Jackill took a few clothes, maybe a pair of shoe. The clothes he took might have been his favourite, the pair of shoes, his best,...... applicable to the other items he toil and those he left behind...... damaging them will not help, but the cookies will sure will.

Touching and gently rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes. And thought

Munching on the cookies, the stupid cookies he felt proud of, the cookies he always smiled when he served.

He will slowly put the cookies in his mouth, bit very hard on it like his never done, not even on raw meat,

Grind so rough his jaws will ache, he will take his time on it, swallow it so slow and of all his face will be as tho his tasted the worst thing ever.

He will give the expression that if Jackill ever saw, he'd never make those cookies, ever!
That kind of look that will kill his pride, confidence and moral about his heavenly cookies.

Just the way he'd felt if he got hold of him and slowly, just as slow as ever, used the most blunt bread knife to castrate his manhood. His man pride.

His stupid, cursed fucked up manhood he used to take his daughter's pride, her virginity.

Lost to rape.

Lost to jackill's uncontrolled LUST!

He pressed his temples,so hard he could feel the litral pain, could feel his veins and of all, his blood running over.

"Timmy are you alright?" Jimmy asked, his tone fully of concern

His eyes snapped opened, making them all to fear, waiting a while as his eyes quickly turn a heavy blood shut, ...
His mouth opened,
"Where are his cookies" the tone so frightening. ..

Even Daco who seemed to crave the cookies more kept shut, Timmy seemed too scary, so evil.

Angryly, he made out of the room. Stumping off the stairs.

They all stood looking all lost and confused.
The look on Timmy's face was doubt the kind he'd have when losing on the battlefield, ready to kill anyone that came his way.

Lord so help Jackill.

It took a few seconds for the once fear looking men to crack the code.
"Oh shit!......the cookies...the cookies!...." Daco dashed out of the room.
The rest stood awhile. Now registering it all, in no time they all took off.

Looks like everyone will crush the rapist through his once unresistable cookies.

Daco ran in just when Timmy had gotten out some cookies, with no hesitation he moved in but as it seemed, putting his hand in there could mean he'll not leave to the end with a hand.
His uncle looked more like he could eat anything at the time, provided it was Jackill made, cookies or no cookies.
Just then Daco realized Timmys intention.

Stunt ran in next with jimmy and cara falling after him. They froze, looking from Daco to Timmy, the now monstrous looking Timmy.
Hell, his look tho.....

"Check the oven" mark said making for it but being pulled back by Daco.

His look alone told it all. "Allow me" was all he said before walking over to the oven.

"Well god save his aching soul he be dead if he didn't bake this.. . "
"Will you just drop it already?" Stunt cut him off.
Turning , he rose his hand waving them over.

With no other word, everyone sung in.

"He should make sure, he made it far enough and safe.......because if I get him" Timmy broke....causing the others to stop between full mouths.

Just as mark had thought.
The vacation was just having its begining because to him, the whole so good moments seemed so tv like they were to good to be true.
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Hey guys :)
First: what do you think of jackill? ....

Ok , so umm.. glad you've being patient enough to read up to here.
So what do you think...... hope you don't go for vacations with some mind blowing cookie chefs? ....Lol.
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