Jackson Storm

Chapter Twelve: The Final Chapter

Meanwhile in the old abandoned warehouse the scholars were all waiting patiently in rows of chairs in the big room for the internship rally to begin staring at a guy in a chair tied up with a bag over his head. But after awhile of waiting out stepped Rome Norrington.

"Thank you for your patients, the rally-," He started but then was cut off by the reincarnated   Dictator.

"Hello everyone!," said the Dictator, "The real reason you are here is not because of a rally but because you are all interns for a secret organization. A organization ran by me and my assistant Rome who has currently dropped out as president of the U.S.A. But today specifically we are here for the trial of Rip Jenkins."

He walks up to the guy in the chair and pulls the bag off of his head. Sydney smiles. The big reveal of Rip Jenkins turned out to be Jackson Storm.

"What is happening? Where am I? I'm not Rip Jenkins," I said.

"The true identity of Rip Jenkins is no other than Jackson Storm. Here's how it's gonna work. The Judge will be up here to decide your fate and so on. Just like a regular court trial," the Dictator said.

"You mean My judge gets to decide my fate. The judge is the grandpa who works for you!" 

"It's time to begin the trial!," said the grandpa stepping out, "Stevie Voorhees, state your case."

"For years we as Cynder Corp. creating inventions to better the world has been great until the enlightenment project. Then the falling out happened and the organization split into two. The believers and the non-believers. Rip Jenkins, A.K.A Jackson Storm is a non-believer. He is not enlightened. On this long path of unfortunate events Jackson Storm has set off an explosion killing some employees-"

"Well, no. I mean-," I started.

"Recruited one of the judge's family members to follow in the non-believer's footsteps," continued the Dictator. 

"That was for a good cause," I replied.

"Taken orders, and almost succeeded in assassinating me!, and I say almost because your friend Jerry beat you to it!," he then yelled. 

"That was all just trying to stop your guy's evil plans!"

"Jackson Storm. You have stolen important property, a flash drive to be specific. You have fought a lot of these employee members, dramatized Sydney Cyclone with the death of her father and so much more," He finished.

"That was all for the greater good!," I fired back.

"You don't know what side is good or bad," Said the Dictator,"There's more to the picture that you don't see. More to the story you don't know."

The crowd started cheering for my punishment.

"What is there that I don't already know? I do know for sure though, I'm not Rip Jenkins!," I said.

"He's right," said a voice, " I am."

My mouth drops. Rip Jenkins all along just so happened to be Jerry.

"You're supposed to be dead," said the Dictator.

"You are too. We were both reincarnated the same way," He replied.

"There's a rat among us here at the secret organization," said Rome.

Everyone started getting a little crazy, getting up and going everywhere.

"Stop!," said the Dictator, "Everyone, take your seats please."

Jerry used it as an opportunity to cut me loose, and escape from them. 

"So you're Rip Jenkins?," I asked Jerry.

"Yeah, I don't really want to talk about it."

So it was pretty much like old times. Me and Jerry again. When we were walking down the street we saw the election going on for the new president. On the banner it said that a guy named Sebastian was running for the republican side, a guy named Dr. Celsius for the Green party, and no one yet for the democrat side. 

Once I got home I pulled out my iPad to face time Jake.

"Hey Jackson," He said.

"Hey. You would not believe the day I had today!," I said.

"I'm sure I will. You seem to be in a lot of danger with enemies all the time."

"I was always have enemies out there. I will always have to be Jackson Storm," I replied. 

  "But real quick, I have been dying to know something."

"Yeah what is it?," I asked.

"One day at school, I asked you what is the secret to being Jackson Storm?, but you never answered me. So what is it?," He asked.

"All the secret ever was to being Jackson Storm is the same secret to being the best version of yourself you can possibly be. It's to be yourself, but always your better self. That was my secret," I said.