Jacksepticeye Imagines

Burn

This one is dedicated to pennykl because she is the awesome person who recommended this. It was a great idea, so here we go.

The letters were burning in a pile of melting paper.

"What are you doing?!" Jack screamed at the top of his lungs as he ran toward me, dressed in his usual garb, his fancy pants and his flouncy dress shirt with the ruffles.

I almost wanted to toss him into the flames myself.

I turned to him and he stepped back, suddenly realizing the furious it's upon my face.

"N-Now, Dear," he tripped over his own two clogs, and fell down to the ground with a cloud of dust.

"Don't you, 'Now, Dear,' me, Jack!!" I let my voice ring out above the cackling of the hot fire behind me. I could feel its heat melding with my own anger as I stepped closer to the man whom I used to love, cowering before me, at my feet.

(A/N: pennykl you have a perfect name for this story, just saying.)

"Penny," he begged, holding one arm up as if to shield himself from my gaze, "Think about this."

I felt a trembling smile rise to my lips, "I have, Jack, ohhh, I have."

I carefully step closer as I continue to speak, "I have spent countless nights and numerous days alone waiting for you to come home."

Jack is scooting himself away, like I've become the embodiment of the devil himself. With the fire behind me, I probably look pretty demonic.

"I even had a messenger from the Capital come searching for you at my address."

His eyes grow as wide as ears of corn, "Really?!"

I sigh, "Yes.... He said he was going to offer you a job," I tilt my head for dramatic effect, "but do you know what I did?"

He winces, already knowing the answer, "What....?"

"I told him you had died."

Now, Jack is furious. "Why the hell would you do that?!"

"Because," I calmly explain, squinting in his direction, "You are dead to me."

At this moment, I do what I planned to do when he came running to save his precious memories.

I grab his ankles, steadily pulling him toward the flames that lick my back.

From here, it gets bad here, guys, I'm sorry. For the sake of the story!

I tear his shirt off, then his pants and his undergarments. He struggles with all of his strength, but it won't be enough. 

I get him to his feet and switch positions. Now, he is closest to the fire, and I'm not the one that's gonna get burned.

"Goodbye, Jack."

Naked as he is, I kick him with my foot, my dress lifting up, and he falls onto the fiery ashes of the former letters. 

As soon as the flames and the heat touch his skin, he screams louder than a banshee after a hundred deaths. He cries out for mercy but I refuse to give him any.

After a few moments of watching him suffer, his body slowly blackens and not long after that, he is gone. His eyes are forever frozen open, staring at the sky that he never kept his head out of. The clouds will never be his again, for he is going to Hell.

. . . .

I fall to my knees, just at that moment realizing what I'd just done. 

I had just committed murder of the man I had married, the man I had love.

What have I done.......?

Desperately, I undress myself and try to throw myself onto the fire to join my dead love. Even dead, he still has a certain handsomeness about him, even though every inch of his back and shoulders and even some of his head, is charred black and shriveled, almost like a trinket you'd see in one of those voodoo man's shops.

I run for the fire, but an arm catches me around the waist and pulls me back.

Now I'm the one that's screaming.

"Let me go!!" I spin and turn, trying to escape the strong arms that restrain me, "I have to be with him!! I need him!! He has to die beside me or - mmmphh!" 

A hand has covered my mouth and rendered me silent.

The person holding me turns me around. I gasp quietly.

It's Mark.

"Penny, be quiet," he whispers to me, (think of the World's Quietest Let's Play. Yeah, that voice.) so quiet that I barely hear him, "I will take you out of town. I will get you away from here. Just promise me that you'll come with me peacefully."

I shove myself out of his grasp, including his hand on my mouth. 

"No!" I yell, as loud as I possibly can, "I don't care anymore! He's gone! What else do I have to live for?"

He raises one dark eyebrow in utter confusion. 

"What do you have to live for?" He halts for a second before going on, "You have everything to live for. You have the rest of your life to live for, you have...." 

He stops, for some reason.

"What? I have.... what?"

His chocolate brown eyes melt with emotion, "You have me."

I'm too stunned to speak for a moment. I mean, hell, I just lost my husband, at my own hand, and now Mark is confessing his feelings to me.

What the hell is life?!

"Please," he reaches for my hand, and I reluctantly let him take it, "Come with me, Penny. Don't die for him. You deserve to stay alive."

I have quite a decision to make.

IN PART TWO!!!!!!

(im so sorry.....)