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By: Moth Man Jack thought best to lay low and wait for something to come his way. In the meantime he played with his new toys and attributes. He now had a golden hatchet man with a fucked up chain around his neck. He looked into his reflection in the window to watch the dawn; Jack always has a problem with insomnia. But when he slept he slept for hours on end. Jack was worried about Kraig. Those fuckin biggest always find out who did what. He wondered if he disguised himself. Suddenly whit cloth grew like a fungus off of his skin. "What the fuck?!?" Jack looked into his reflection and he look like a clansman! Then it disappeared. "...........Fuckin sweet!" As his complecture changed to and fro, he looked out the window and saw a black aura around several people like his neighbor Mr. Johnson. Always trying to get the building condemned because of Jack’s presence. That black aura was how much sin they had. Malice was Mr. Johnson’s biggest sin. As he returned to his real appreaence, he could feel the beckoning of a mouse starving. He found the mouse and seemed to communicate with it. To his surprise the mouse communicated back. Jack gave it a cracker and said As the mouse scurried of with the cracker the bird spoke “Shut up they are starving. I was like them once. Homeless, hungry, and alone.” Jack chuckled, “Come on ya asshole. The Jones’s are feeding breakfast burritos.” “Why?” Jack went over to their house and there sat big pa looking at the newspapers. Front page was Jack’s slaughter. “Hundreds of men and women painted like clowns and wielding axes slaughtered a fraction of the KKK at Joe’s Pizza Place.” Big pa said as if he were trying to understand. He looked up and saw the crow resting on Jacks shoulder. “What ya got there Jack?” “A pet store knew about my birthday. Gave me this raven as a pet sir.” “Jack.” Big Pa said to change the subject. ”I know you did this-or at least a part of it. I appreciate the protection you give us because we feed you. But you can’t go on spreading sin like the blood you shed!” A sizzle came from the kitchen as big ma was making scrambled eggs for the burritos. Big pa was retreating into his spiritual shield. At one time he almost became a priest. “Sir, you have no idea how much you support me. All I can say is that im not making sin…I am simply destroying it. You have know idea what has happened to me in the past 24 hours. Let alone you would not believe me any way. All I can say is that there has been an ‘increase’ of protectors like me. Hundreds, the same ones who were there to help rid the world of the ones who were coming for Kraig.” “What? What is going on Jack?” “You would punish Kraig but he helped me keep the Hate out of our community as poor it is. But I handled it because he was in danger for no apparent reason. I ended that shit, um…Sir.” “Jack, I need to know what my son is in to make sure that my family is safe.” “Kraig isn’t in anything. I have always made sure of that. But even if your desire makes you think you need to know what is happening… you cant know about it no matter what.” “Why!?!” Thinking on his feet Jack smiled inside to himself and simply said, ”It’ll endanger you.” Jack could feel the crow chuckling on his shoulders. Big pa felt that this would be the time to drop the subject. He began to re-read the paper. “All right everyone wake ya asses up and get in here!” big ma called out to the kiddies. A few minutes passed because everyone was asleep…yet they didn’t exactly want their asses tanned neither. Brandy was the first to the dinning room wearing her silk nightgown under her hunter green bathrobe. “Yawn, morning Ja-What the fuck is that?” Brandy said going from tired as hell to surprised. “Mind y’ manners girl.” Big ma stated as she set the table, ”that’s Jacks new pet.” “Oh, hee hee he. Sorry Jack.” She discreetly flirted. Jack bowed his head and blushed. The other three children came in sporting their pajamas, slippers, and bathrobes. “Jaaaack.” Tanya said giddy as fuck. She ran up to Jack and gave him a midget bear hug. “I like your pet bird, can I pet him?” “Sure thing seshims. As a matter of fact he looks hungry.” “Go get one of those poppy seed muffins and you can feed him alright?” “Yaay!” Tanya pranced around now twice as fuckin giddy. The crow flew over and landed on Tanya’s shoulder intent on getting a muffin. They began to dine. Filling their stomachs to their hearts content. Tanya paused every now and then to feed the crow some crumbs. They filled up; chit chatted, ate some more, and went into the living room. Naturally Shayde sat next to Jack on one side and Brandy on the other. In Tanya’s beanbag sat Tanya and in her arms was a really toked up bird. “I think its dead Jack.” Tanya said in a voice as if she were to blame. Jack, feeling extremely uncomfortable, said, ”No he’s not. He’s just really full. He’s just resting’.” <…And then I said if you weren’t gonna lay back in the nest and let me show you good time I was gonna jet seeing how ‘I never did shit for her’………” > Soon enough both girls with an extremely huge generation gap between them started to secretly play with Jack’s clothed flesh. They rambled on (especially the crow) and the girls started to head to each other’s hands! Before that ended up into some serious shit he got up said his thankyou’s and left with the bird in his hands. He felt something as if somewhere “else” something was laughing at him (in truth it was the Jekle Bros.) They got a really good laugh out of that. < Damn dog. Why didn’t you tell me you got the hook up? > “Sleep.” < Ok. > And then the bird went limp. Jack threw it onto a counter in his loft. Pulled out a bag off food that he kiped ( stole ) from the scraps of breakfast and put it on his 5th plate. He found the mouse hole. And did as he promised. He sighed. Those to Jones girls were on him like rot to a corps. Shayde was a lil’ hood rat and Brandy… he never thought about Brandy. Of course he hasn’t thought into much since the night. So jack went into the center of the room and let his mind go blank in the silence. “Juggaloooo Jaaacckkkk. Come on out and plaaaayaaay.” Jacks eyes opened. He didn’t know how much time had passed. He just heard a voice. He knew it was a juggalo so he called him out. “Up here in the loft.” Jack shouted. The foot steps were soft and mellow but determined. As the echos reverberated through the halls, the Jugga…lette? Appeared. And by her side was another one. A ‘lo. “’Sup ninja. What ya up to?” “Naw man nothing crack-a-lackin. Just waiting. What’s ya names so I can tell you what’s instore.” Jack said. “Yo, ninjalo. This is Edge. MCL dawg.” Said the ninja. “This right here is Double Blood D.” The guy named Edge chuckled. “And Edge’s crack headed ass makes fun of me callin me Double D. Just call me Dee.” “Well, I cant blame ‘em. Hahahahahahaha,” Jack smiled, “We got to put into some work. Believe it or not, the Dark Carnival has spoken to me.” “We know.” “Huh?” “It called us too. But not to do the same work. We take over your protection over this community. Especialy the Jones’s. When your fighting, we’re here. When you’re here. We are your shadow muda fucka.” D said. “Consider us a temporary replacement or 1st string body guards.” Edge grinned snidely. “Iaght coo’. Thanks for telling me. Go ahead and make a home for yourselves in the boiler room. Temperature is just right. “….Iaght thanks ninja you’s all right.” Edge spoke off guard. Killers Dee and Edge left for their new home. And then, in the mists of darkness. Something stirred. Jack spun around and couldn’t believe his eyes. Holy Shit!
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