Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 8 - Frig!

Chapter 8 – Frig!

Paris

“Ahh! Leave me alone!” I screech running through the dark house.

“Know how to put me in my place eh?” I hear the shout behind me.

I darted into a closet and ran to the back of it, hiding behind a wall of boxes and coats on the rack and pull my knees to my chest. Trying to even my breathing. After mom had left for a late shift I had pulled a ‘horror movie’ and let Jack go to reason with him.

“Come out come out wherever you are dear Paris! I only wanted to play a game. I didn’t mean to almost get you with my claws.” He giggles.

I try not to make a sound as his steps grow closer to the door.

“Come on love, it’s no fun when you hide.” Jack seemingly pouts.

What the hell kind of a game was this? He would lose interest in finding me sooner or later, right?

“All around the mulberry bush… The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought all was in fun, pop goes the weasel.” He sang the song over and over again, until suddenly it came to an abrupt stop. And I heard nothing but silence.

I dare not move from my hiding spot, I grew so afraid I held my breath and dare not move. Then the silence shattered.

“Pop goes the weasel.”

His breath tickled my neck and made me jump and scream, I was cornered as I tried scrambling back. I whimpered looking up at him.

“J-Jack! Don’t be mad now I was just proving a point!” I stutter.

“A point? Stuffing me in the damned box was proving a point! I don’t even know how you managed to do that. Nobody controls me.” Jack snarls.

“I asked you something simple and you had to be a jackass.” I growl.

“I was no- wait. I’m the killer clown here. You can’t speak that way to me.” He says.

I don’t know what came over me but I stood up and dared to size him up, “I’m not afraid of you Jack.”

He looked a little shocked but recovered quickly. Looking baffled. “What do you mean you’re not afraid of me? Everyone should be, I’ll rip your stomach out while you’re still breathing and hang them around like streamers. I’ll stuff your still beating heart with candy!” he threatens.

I smirk at his comment, “I dare you to, right now. Kill me.” I say with my arms at my sides, not shielding myself or anything, inviting him to attack.

Jack glared at me, he raised his hands with the sharp claws pointed at me, He approached and slid his hands around me, a few cuts along my waist would have made me whine but I just looked up into his silver eyes. I wasn’t scared anymore. Jack showed hesitation, he wasn’t going to kill me. If he was, he would have by now.

Jack

Why couldn’t I kill her? Something stopped me. Some invisible thing was holding me back. Not physically but mentally.

Usually if I tried to imagine a victim’s death I would laugh at the gory sight, imagine the blood and the taste upon my lips. The feel of flesh ripped and torn under my claws but when I imagined Paris in shambles, I had a nasty taste in my mouth.

She looked up at me with a look in her eye, a rebellious look that made me angry but respect her at the same time. I still towered over her and she didn’t make a move or a sound when my claws grazed her back, she never even broke eye contact.

I just growl and spin around after dropping my hands and walked out of the closet.

“Where the hell are you going Jack? Come kill me!” She said chasing after me, what a stupid human.

I spin around and catch her face in my claws, leaving two small slits on her face, she didn’t dare move, yet the look in her eyes never shifted to fear or uncertainty, she just looked up at me in an agitated way.

“I dare not kill you because you want to die. I’ve already done you a favor” I say bitterly, “Savvy?”

She growled and grabbing my wrists, pried my hands from her cheeks.

“I didn’t ask that, you won’t do a simple wish I ask of you now!” she complains.

Sure, I’d have no problem in killing anyone, but I dare not satisfy her rage. She can deal with it. I’m not some butler.

“Because shut up.” I say.

“I won’t shut up! Give me a real answer Jack! Laughing Jack look at me!” she says.

Man she’s pissing me off. With a snarl I turn and my hand wraps around her throat, now only the look of panic strikes her. I smirk in the glory of the look until I hear the door handle begin to turn. My heart skips a nervous beat and once more I am shoved into my box. Looking up at Paris as my box lay at her feet.

Is this how it’s going to be? Every time her fucking mother comes home I’m going to panic?! I wish I could rid of this damn box. At least I was away from Paris’s annoying shouting. However, I wanted to figure out what emotions were controlling my actions, and how to kill them. Fast.

The quicker I get rid of these annoying feelings, the better.