Untitled: Chapter 2

By: DA KLOWN

Disclaimer: Once again, Samurai Jack is not mine. Samurai Jack belongs to the Mass of cynical, vindictive, trolls that live in the mystical, musical, fantastical, Smurfin' fabulous Mushroom village that is Cartoon Network. The scheming leader of the trolls being Gennedy Tartakovsky.
Author's note: If you are reading this, that means that this abomination I hath created has made it though to chapter 2 (son of a gun. That rhymed.), and that YOU LIKED IT! YOU REALLY LIKED IT! Oh how happy and loved it makes me feel to know that there are minds out there as sick and twisted as mine. It gives me a nauseatingly warm, fuzzy feeling.
Summary: Mad Jack finally enters the picture. Beware readers, there may be some OOC-ness some Jack-getting-hurted-ness…and Slash. Or not. I just write these on a whim. Anyway…onto chapter 2 (It doesn't stop…oO;;)!
Everythingunderlined is Mad Jack, and he will be referred to as just "Jack" :Will and Grace jazz hands:
Ai shiteru- "I love you." I'm pretty sure. If that's wrong, stone me.

"Well, that certainly did not help me any…"

Jack plodded along the dirt path,clasping histhrobbing head.

"Arrghhh…stop it, stop it, stop it..."

"Stop what?" Jack nearly jumped out of his gi, and visibly paled, becoming almost as white as the moon that lit the road in front of him. The voice was just like his, only a little lower, and with a coarse feel, and the words came with a mocking tone, cold as ice. His heart skipped a beat, and his breaths short and terse."Heh. You're real easy to scare, you know that?" Jack said not a word, still trying to catch his breath.

"So," Jack (A/N- its MAD JACK:crowd cheers profusely: ) emerged from the shadows of the forest, making his way in front of Jack so that they were almost toe to toe."May I ask who that was you were talking to?" Jack narrowed his eyes at him, studying him with an obsidian glare. This Jack was usually never this calm, or this pleasant. The Jack he was used to was loud. Brash, Impatient. And prone to acts of violence if you even did so much as stare at him for too long. He is up to something…what is he hiding... Jack's "appearances" were becoming fairly routine. He'd appear, find something to yell at him about, whether it be how alone Jack was, and no one was there to comfort him, help him, stand by him. And how it will always be that way, or how he was never going to get rid of him, how it was HE who was in control, not Jack; and if Jack said something back, anything, he would unsheathe his sword, and proceed to slash and/or smack him around for an hour or two. Jack would lose consciousness, and reawaken hours, sometimes a day or two later without so much as a scratch or bruise on him, but an immense headache as a reminder.

And worse, it seemed that he was gaining some height on him. It started out slight; a half-inch or so.But he grew bigger with every appearance, and was now approximately four to five inches taller. How that was possible Jack still didn't understand, but that was the last thing that was on his mind as he opened his mouth to speak. His words came deadly calm.

"What do you want? We have been through this countless times. You don't exist, and because you don't exist you can no longer show your face. I should not see you, or hear you. Now please, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to the next town by morning." Jack made an attempt to step around him, butthe figuresimply side-stepped in front of him. He tried to go around the other way, but hemerely side-stepped again. Aftera few more moments of this little game, Jack met the other man's gaze. He opened his mouth to say something, whenJack leaned in so close that their noses were almost touching.

"Heh. You're trying real hard. Aren't you?"

Jack kept his cool. "Trying hard to what, If you do not mind my asking."

"Convince yourself that I don't exist."

Jack found himself getting uncomfortable with the lack of space in between them, but he didn't show it. "You don't. And I'm not trying to convince myself, I already have." Jack gave a look of mock-surprise and then grinned (A/N- that oh-so-sexy grin…).

"Have you now? So, you're saying that you already have convinced yourself? If that is so, how is it that you can hear a conversation like this?" Jack opened his mouth to speak, but his dopplegangercontinued on. "And see me standing here in front of you?" Jack'scheeks, as well as the rest of his body,began to become really warm. He nonchalantly moved his hand to his sword, ready to attack if necessary.Jackdetected this slight shift in movement.A little puzzled at first, but then he smirked, andmade his final move. "So if I'm not real, tell me…" His hands grabbedJack's before it could reach thehilt, andheslowly snaked it behind his back, so that Jack's forearm was behind him, withblack and redgi sleevenow slinkedaround his waist. Jack froze, and his eyes widened. "You don't feel this? You don't think this is real? You think of it as dream...? A nightmare?" he yanked him closer. "My body against yours…"

Jack looked at him with a fearful, almost panicked look in his eyes. He gulped and managed to utter softly, "Stop it."

"You don't feel my hand…" Jack slid his free hand up Jack's side to his face, caressing his skin, running fingers across his shivering lips (A/N- Keep in mind this is my first fic. Ever. >>;;I'm reading this, and I'm thinking "I had no Idea I was capable of this…oO").

Jack's throat was growing tight, and his voice began to waver. "Stop…please…"He was loving every minute of it. He leaned in so that their lips were but a few centimeters apart.

"You don't feel my hand…" Please don't…please don't…please don't… "…clenched around your neck?" What?

"AUGH-gasp"within seconds, his calm demeanor,quiet voice, and lustful grin had vanished, and hishand had moved from his face to his neck and was now crushing it like an empty can.

"You don't think I'm real, do you? Well you listen here you shit, I AM real. I AM in control." he pinned Jack against a nearby tree still clasping his neck. "I am not apart of you, YOU are apart of ME. And as long as I am here, you have no say in what you do, or where you go. You may think I'm gone, but I assure you," he squeezed on every word. "The LONGERyou thinkI'm 'gone', the more PAIN and SUFFERING, you will feel, you know why!" He dropped Jack at his feet, gasping and coughing."Because no matter where you go, I'll still be there. I'm above you, below you, behind you, watching. Watching as you take your hits, watching as you toss and turn at night. And as long as I'm here, that little migrane of yours isn't going away. After all..." his voice softened to a mockingly calm tone, "Your pain is my pleasure. (A/N: oh my GOD...that's so...CHEEESY...).Oh and for good measure…" He reached down, and cupped Jack's face in his hand, and flashed his signature grin before kissing him forcibly, coldly. He had caught him off guard, so all he could do was shut his eyes tightly, and wait until Jack's mouth left his. Once it did, Jack grinned at him, and hissed, "Ai shiteru." then left him at the foot of the tree in a fit of bewiderment and frustration.

Before he even had time to registed what had been done to him, there came an onset of blindness, and he began to slip in and out of consciousness.Before he knew it,his body slumped against the trunk of the tree, his armsfell limp at his sides,andthe last thing he heard wasthe sweet lullaby of the rain ashe faded to black.

Well, dammit if that ending wasn't forced. Review. Constructive Criticism isn't welcomed…it's NEEDED. D

Later HAPPY people. Read and review. Please. I beg of you::cries: