Six Feet Under

Chapter 20: Psychological warfare

Shades' point of view:

I vaguely remember what happened after A-Jack fell on the ground. However, there is one feeling I vividly remember. The blood and dirt on my bruised knuckles, the impact of every punch that landed on his face, and most importantly my tears flowing on my dirtied face. If Ivan and his goons hadn't shown up to stop me I don't know if Vinson would have survived. The last thing I remember from that day is A-Jack connected to an IV pouch. When  I woke up Jo was next to me and he looked disappointed. 

- You goddamn fool you could have killed him. If they hadn't stopped you he would be dead by now. I hope you are proud of yourself.

-With all due respect sir if you do not leave this room I cannot promise that you will live to see another sunrise.

-No matter I shall leave you alone but do not forget that if A-Jack dies it will be on you and you alone. 

-He will not die because if he does I'll kill him myself.

After saying these last words  Jonathan left the room and closed the door behind him. I then stood up and was faced with a blanket that contained what seemed to be either a sword or a long bo staff. I reached for the blanket and revealed the hidden item. It was my bastard sword. On it was a letter. A letter that was written by that fat idiot. I knew it came from him because he was the only person that could make 37 mistakes in a 68-word text. 

-In truth, I respect the fighter you are. I do not believe I was at fault for what I have done. I do not excuse my behavior. However, I believe we were both in the wrong. Yuno is also my friend. Because of that you probably tried to kill me or already killed me. However, I forgive you because you are my friend.

The one and only Godzilla.

I threw away the letter and took what was mine and ran off to the infirmary. upon my arrival, I saw a defeated but grinning A-Jack. The bastard had planned everything. He played me like a fiddle. He knew how to tick me off. In a matter of weeks, he discovered how to infuriate me and used that as his weapon. If it weren't for the fact that I felt relieved to know he was alive, I would have ripped him in half. 

Five hours later

A-Jack's point of view

When I woke up the first thing I had in mind was to get some food. It felt like I hadn't eaten in days. However, when I tried to stand up I received a hit on my head. It wasn't enough to hurt me but my jaw didn't think the same way. 

-FUCK who's the bitch that hit my head.

I looked around and say that Shades was looking at me and grinning like the asshole he is. He then got closer and said.

-If you weren't so weak you wouldn't have felt that bump on your head.

He knew what he was doing. However, I wasn't going to let him get something out of me. 

- Well hey like they say the more you care the more it hurts.