Jack Something: Burning Trash

Ch.1 teaching kids stuff

Amy was on her dads computer, her dad was away on some job. She didn't really care. She was typing some sentences on some site called wattpad.

Harry styles put hes hans al ovrr meh. We wur enluv and gettin maryd.

The door opened and it was her father, a burly looking man with muscles and a gun in its holster. His chest hair glowed with confidence like him, and he looked at his daughter.

He saw she was on some site he had never seen before.

"What are you typing about?" He asked her, his mustache flexed in focus.

She slammed the computer shut and gave her dad a nervous smile. "Uh... Nothing daddy!"

He didn't believe her. He grabbed the computer and saw her look ashamed and scared. He opened it up to see... Something horrible.

Jack Something had never seen this in his entire life! He had faced communist, Nazis, terrorist, alien creatures, robots, and mutants. But this... This was awful.

"Your writing one direction fanfics?!" He yelled. He pulled his gun out of his holster and shot the computer a dozen times. The bullet holes screened electronic noises and zapped. But he could hear a silent thank you from its smoking hardware.

"Oh god, Dad please! I just-"

He hadn't noticed until now, that there was crap music playing on the radio. His ears began to drip tiny drops of blood as he could hear the words "baby" over and over.

He shot the radio, his daughter gasped in horror. "You shot the radio!" She screamed.

Jack something looked at her with disgust as he holstered the gun once again.

"Dad! Why?!"

He yelled at her, "in this house, we listen to AC/DC or Led Zeplin!"

"But dad... I love one direction and Justin Bieber! They saved my life!"

His eyes were widened and angered by her ignorance. "Oh? I guess I didn't save you from that killer yeti then? Or that robot with laser beam shooters?"

"Dad, that's not what i-"

"That's it. Go to your room, young lady! And think about what you have done to this house hold and the memory of the most awesome."

He pointed to a picture in cased in glass and a gold frame, candles were lit by this photo. And some words were written "Dio lives forever in metal."

Jacks daughter went to her room while he sat by at the table. He never thought he'd have to do that ever again.

His daughter was usually a good girl. But lately on this wattpad site, she's been reading and writing about 1D and JB. And he scalded her the first time.

But it was these two music groups. Something had to be dealt with about them. This may be something that has affected the lives of everyone's daughters.

There was one thing he knew to do, though. He got he went to his gun room and retrieved as much ammunition as he possibly could, as many guns as he could carry, and a knife in case things got bad.

If no one was going to save these kids, then he would. Even his daughter is at risk.

His motorcycle was waiting outside for him, standing in its state of grace.
He made his way outside an sat himself into the motorcycle, kicking the stand down and revving it up.

He could hear it roar as well as give a pur. He drove out onto the road, the winds touching his chiseled face. He saw cars stopped by the red light, but the only thing Jack something stops for is the red white and blue.

He rode on as the police gave him a nod. They knew he was on an important mission. They just hoped he'd be able to achieve it.

He remembered one of the members on television was some guy called Zayn. Jack would have to get to that person first then. The one who may of helped the jeopardization of all the daughters in the world.

Days had past, Jack had made it to england. He knew this was were it all began. They came from here. He could smell them, but there was still a scent of black sabbath in this place.

He walked into a dining store. There were people eating. He sat down at a round table, seats for four people.

"Excuse me sir," he heard from a waitress "this seat is reserved."

Jack something glared at the beautiful woman. Her lips began to whimper breaths towards him as she had never seen such perfection.
"Who is it reserved for?" He asked her.

She gulped down her tension for him and said "its for Zayn Malik. He's coming to try our new cuisine."

Jack smirked. This day, he will be trying the new bullet sandwich.

He could hear these girls screaming "its Zayne! Oh my God! Its Zayne!" There screams for joy sounded like internal screams for help.

Zayn came in with some girl and saw Jack Something in his spot. It infuriated the young man, his eyes locked onto the older and stronger man.

And Jack pulled out his gun "oh my god!" Some girl screamed, and the two men had gotten themselves into a gun fight, tables swiftly used as cover from heat, he could not of expected this as any of the shop owners didn't either.

"You aim is awful!" He said.

"I'm not aiming at your head," jack something retorted "I'm aiming to kill." A bullet made a fast scar across zayns cheek, the girls were crying.

"My... My face." He whimpered. "You ruined my face."

But Jack ran across the dining room and punched Zayn in the face "its not as bad as your music."

The two were in a fist fight, the dining shop was set a blaze as well as some other buildings when the two were tangling in battle.

Zayn threw a punch and managed to get a hit on Jack. But Jack Something spit the blood that came at Zayne "I've had better fights."

He picked up the young man and threw him into a window, where this band was playing.

"This songs called funeral bell!"

As they began to play, Zayn hit Jack in the face with a shot glass, but his skill was weak and the shot glass did little.

Jack tore some pipe from the bar and hit Zayn across the face, Zayne had a face only a mother could love now.

The singer of the band yelled "You get him, Jack Something!"

Jack nodded and continued punching Zayne.

It was a fight that led back outside through a window that was a few feet farther then what they had entered before.

The two were fighting in the air, jabs of might were thrown, kicks to the face were given, and only one would survive this battle.

"You can't stop us!" Yelled the bleach blonde weakling. "We will destroy America!" He yelled. But Jack something grabbed Zayne face and let it go deep into the concrete of the side walk.

Jack got up and dusted the blood off his very clothes. This fight was over. But what plot had these boy bands and Bieber conceived? Is this what was hiding behind his daughters stupid grammar? He only knew one thing, he had to destroy them all.