Spreading The Truth (Laughing Jack)

Five.

“Why can’t I kill you?” Jack screeched at Scott, whom for the past half an hour was being entertained by the clown before him.

A week had passed since his first encounter with Laughing Jack, and slowly he started to become at least slightly comfortable around him. About as comfortable as you could possibly get around a psychopath. And now Scott lay on his bed, laughing hysterically at Jack’s feeble attempts to harm him. Scott angered Jack one too many times and thought he was about to face the harshest punishment – death – only to discover that the killer couldn’t harm him, no matter how hard he tried.

“I don’t…” Scott said in between laughs. “I don’t know. But I love it!”

“Shut up!”

Scott sat up slightly with a smirk. He hadn’t had this much fun messing with someone in his whole life. “What’re you gonna do about it? Kill me?”

Jack growled and lunged at Scott, which resulted with him slamming into the wall beside his bed. He slipped through Scott as if he were transparent. It happened every single time he attempted something, yet he still kept trying. This time though, he didn’t move. Jack stared at Scott’s chest, where his own hand looked like it was puncturing it. He moved it from side to side; amazed that Scott couldn’t feel any of it in the slightest.  He managed to move his arm from Scott’s head all the way down to his feet and back.

“What an unusual thing this is,” Jack commented as he repeated the movement.

“What, that you find this enjoyable? Yeah, that is unusual,” Scott chuckled, watching Jack’s amusement. At least it was better than the attempts to kill him.

“What happens when I do this?” Jack rhetorically asked. He moved his arm away and cannonballed onto Scott’s chest.

“Fuck!” Scott shouted. “Get off me, you fat ass,”

He pushed Jack onto the ground and sat upright, trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of him. That was the last thing he was expecting the other to do. Scott shot death glares at Jack – or at least he tried to – as he coughed and wheezed. His whole chest hurt from how Jack had landed on him.

“I don’t understand, I was in you before and then you became normal again,” Jack frowned.

“Please Jack; never say you were “in me” again. And I was always normal, you were the one that looked like you were about to fade out of existence at any moment.”

Jack stomped over to the corner angrily; searching for the one thing he knew wouldn’t fail at ending a life. He was surprised he hadn’t thought of it earlier, since it did bring great joy to him to see the results. He opened the zipper to the beanbag and reached his hand into it. Jack froze when he couldn’t feel it. His candies were missing. Furiously, he whipped around in Scott’s direction. “Where are they?” He growled, clenching his fists.

“My best guess would be ‘digesting’,” Scott smirked, though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel even the slightest bit afraid.

“That isn’t possible!” Jack screamed. He ran out of the room, fuming with anger as Scott sat still, completely dumbfounded.

He was glad though, he could finally enjoy his day in peace with Jack gone and his parents out at work. Scott made his way over to his computer, planning to talk to Max, which hadn’t been able to happen the whole week. Every time he tried to, Jack would do something to prevent it.

As soon as it loaded up, he noticed multiple messages from Max. Not that it surprised him at all. A week with no communication out of the blue would make anyone worry. Scott pulled up a video call which was immediately answered. Max had worry written all over his face and began asking question after question. It didn’t even look like he was breathing as the words flooded from his mouth. He seemed like he wasn’t going to stop either, until Scott yelled for him to calm down.