Good Ol' Jack's a Mean Ol' Fuck

Sorry kiddies, uncle Kelevra's been feeling a bit under the weather, which is understandable considering my latest escapade. It's actually pretty fucking bad I must say, my body has been deteriorating this entire time, skin has pretty much permanently turned a sickly green color. Some of the gums started to randomly bleed, eventually that progressed to occasional pus leaking out. Arthritis has pretty much extended to my entire body, hurts like a mother fucker to move let alone get out of bed. Throat hurts every time I swallow anything, as if I'm gulping down shards of glass. Nose is permanently stuffed. Migraine's never go away and my eye has been bloodshot for a good month now. In short, I look like a shambling corpse, my darling is doing her best to keep us going but she can't keep it up forever.

But I do have some good news! This entire time I could have avoided all of this pain, but recently an opportunity presented itself to gain an advantage, so a decision was made to grit and bear it until I gained said advantage. So I have embarked on a long journey to a country that I've been to numerous times, not saying where, don't want to spook the prey.

Whilst I'm stuck in this train, I figured I'd use this opportunity to catch all of you up on the latest happenings.

As you would have guess, my 'father' is no longer with me, otherwise freight hopping would be absolutely out of the question. Most of any kind of travel would be come to think of it...

Anyways.

After making me wait for months, Good Ol' Jack finally decided to come into contact, which is ridiculous come to think of it, I do him the favor of fetching his errand and then he forces me to sit around with the mumbling mess that was my 'father' for months before taking him off my hands.

Yeah the days where I was trapped in the hotel room with my 'father' weren't fun. Apart from the developing symptoms of various sicknesses that were wrecking my body, I also had the displeasure to listen to whimpers, mumbles and crumbles of the wreck that was my 'father'. It disgusted me, someone who put himself on a pedestal of being above it all, who constantly peddled the idea of how worthless and limiting fear was, who was the person who implanted in me his memories and ideologies, the urge to choke the afterlife out of him would grow by the minute.

Subduing said urges wasn't easy when in my other ear I had my darling who whilst was trying her best to preserve our body, would also hurt me in the process. A slight brain tingle here, slight exposure to what lies beyond the veils there, it burned every time she did it. This was her true love that I was thinking badly of, the one who set her on her path, but she couldn't truly hate me for my thoughts. Like  I said, my current thought process is a development that is based off of the way my 'father' thought of things and she loved him for it. It's a very complicated family argument so to say, but that's what families do, they argue, they get over it and move on.

Eventually I learned to cope with my 'father' and my darling learned to let a few mean thoughts in his direction slide. There was that one moment though...

Heh, Jack you tricky fuck...

One day I woke up, right off the bat I leaned over to the bucket that was near my bed and vomited everything I could, drank some water and then tried my best to block out the oncoming migraine. Senior Mumbles-a-lot was doing his regular schtick, sitting in his corner with the square metal contraption covering his entire head, whispering some random crap that were echoes form his past life. I began to drift back to sleep, a defense mechanism my body developed against the bombardment of symptoms that were ravaging my body. As I was about to doze off I hear the following be spoken with a clear voice that had an aura of clarity behind it: "Он вернется". 

That right there quickly snapped me out of my murky state and made me immediately roll out of bed and run up to my 'father' entirely ignoring all the struggles I experienced every other time when trying to get out of bed. This was the first time he ever said anything coherent, it was articulated in such a way that it showed me that the old me was still alive in there and how could I not proceed to try and interrogate him over his ominous message which when translated meant: "He will return."

But as the cliché would have it, as soon as I got right up in his obstructed face, he began to transfer back to his inane, lifeless mumbling, but I saw it, through the tiny holes in the metal box, I saw his eye and that for a second it lit up full of life which was now fading fairly quickly back to its lifeless state.

Irritation began to get the best of me and I was inches away from wrapping my hand around his flimsy, stitched up throat. Fortissimo did some more of her "brain pinching" which hurt like hell this time, forced me to stagger away from my 'father' in pain, trying to battle off the migraine's that were now combined with the pain from the "pinching".

Once the pain subsided a little and I could focus again I caught a glimpse of a bird flying by my room's window. Well actually no. I assume it was flying by originally, what I actually saw was said pigeon just hanging in the air with it's wings spread out, not moving an inch. At first I was confused, but as soon as I realized how quiet it had become, no more sounds of drips coming rom leaky pipes, no arguments from my noisy neighbors, no sound of the outside world whatsoever and the cockroaches were no longer scattering away from me, just sitting there, motionless like the bird. Jack had finally decided to pay me a visit.

And as soon as I came to that conclusion, a door knock. I'll be honest, it startled me, for the few minutes of silence that I was surrounded with, the only sources of noise being my own breathing and my 'father's' continued mumbling, the door knock erupted unexpectedly, didn't even hear any footsteps on the creaky floor coming from the other side of the door prior to the knocking.

I morphed the sleeve into a sharp edged spike around my stump and carefully opened the door whilst also dragging my 'father' behind me, peeking outside fully prepared to see some abomination at my door. What I was greeted with was an empty corridor of the hotel, the weird part was the fact that it was dark as hell, the only window that was present in the corridor provided no light from the outside, just pitch darkness. Which made no sense because if you'd look inside my room it was clearly daylight outside. It didn't help that only one light worked inside the corridor, the one right above my room. The shadows were just as pitch black as the darkness outside the corridor window.

And in the middle of the corridor, there he was, Good Ol' Jack in a disgustingly brown/orange getup, the jacket, the shirt, the pants, shoes, all of it different shades of orange or brown. That elderly, bruised to the point of redness hand hanging off limply by the side while the other one was in the jacket's pocket. His head entirely obscured by the thick darkness of the corridor.

"Had a pleasant trip?" His voice echoed through the corridor as if it was coming from miles away, despite the fact that he was right there. Also can't tell if he was being sarcastic, hard to tell with Creepy Crawlies.

Moment of silence on my end just to register everything that was happening. "Yeah, real pleasant." And almost as if on que a reminder of said "pleasantries" came out in the form of blood which I ended up coughing out onto the floor.

"I see." For a moment I swear I could see something shine a bright light from the darkness within which his head was enveloped. "Did you find it?" I assumed he was referring to my 'father'.

"Yup." I replied carelessly and dragged out the mumbling mess into the corridor, making him weakly stand right between us.

"Excellent." He practically hissed out, the echoing seemed to morph into this ultrasound-like noise that sounded like it travelled through the air, like a bullet, only just sound. And it was directed at my 'father' because as soon as the sound disappeared, he seemed to collapse on the floor, not in his usual fetal position. Then I noticed the darkness growing from behind Good Ol' Jack, slowly making it's way towards my 'father' who was now convulsing on the floor, repeating the thing he said earlier in my room.

The closer said darkness got, the louder my 'father' got and not with fear, or panic but... excitement. Just laying there, convulsing and yelling out "He will return." Almost breaking off into unhinged laughter.

That's when it dawned on me, some of my 'father' was still in there, I could hear the passion he implanted in me through that manic laughter, the fearlessness and the excitement for the unknown. And I was about give that part of myself up for eternal servitude...

So I ran my sharp edged spike right through my 'father's' chest before he could be consumed by darkness. His laughter got cut short, a gargle escaped his throat and then his body seized. Letting the moment sink in for a few seconds, I extracted the spike, black blood began to gush out of the wound and looked up at Jack, preparing myself for whatever messy predicament he was now going to put me through.

Steadily these two red lights began to light up from where his head was and as soon as they were at their brightest a laughter began to echo through the corridor. At first it sounded like a cackle of an old man, but the longer it lasted the louder it grew, the louder it grew the more distorted it became. It was like somebody cranked up his volume to it's fullest and it was now blowing out the speakers that were my ears. It grew so loud in fact that the entire corridor began to shake, bits of the ceiling began to crumble down and I could feel my ears begin to bleed. But as much as I wanted to get away from the noise, I gritted my teeth and stood my ground.

And then it all seized, the lights, the laughter, the shaking, all of a sudden everything came to a halt. Moment of silence and then a loud snap which came from below, it was so sudden and loud that I instinctively jumped back. As I slowly looked down, the source of the sound was the metal contraption that was around my 'father's' head, it had opened up, revealing a gruesome sight that was my 'father's' scarred and malnourished face. The glass tubes that were sticking out from between his ribs, which were holding some kind of seemingly black liquid began to also randomly shatter and what I thought of as black liquid turned out to be black smoke, that began to violently, in an almost sentient manner escape their previous glass prison. Following it, even more black smoke began to erupt from my 'father's' body, through the mouth, the nose, it even managed to mangle his body further, making holes in his chest in order to escape.

After that the smoke began to circle around me, smell gunpowder began to slowly fill my nose and as I was about to begin to cough, the entrapment stopped and the black smoke violently flew into the darkness past Jack.

As I tried to regain my composure, the echoing voice began to emanate through the corridor again. "Guess that concludes our business." Jack took out his other hand from his pocket, revealing that it had a white glove on and was holding another similar glove. He began to put the other white glove on his wrinkly, red hand.

"What was that?" I asked confused.

"That?" He questioned in a mocking tone as he finally finished hiding his ugly hand underneath the cloth of the glove. "That was my client."

He was making no sense, as I began to ask for clarification he immediately interrupted me.

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to familiarize yourself with my client." And then he began to slowly walk backwards into the darkness. Once he was fully engulfed in the darkness, the darkness began to retract along with him, slowly turning the corridor back to its previous state. But just before he left entirely, he left me with one last mystery. "Sins of the father, right?" An all too familiar cackle began to erupt, but luckily this time it was distant and was only getting quieter. It wasn't until I couldn't hear it completely anymore that I began to hear noises of the outside world again.

I've burnt that hotel, leaving my 'father's' body within the inferno.

Good Ol' Jack tricked me, which is not surprising, that's his whole schtick. As I've been travelling I've been trying to figure out what exactly is it that I released back there, but nothing seems to come to mind.

Oh well, me and my darling will cross that bridge when we get there, for now I need to concentrate on getting better.

And I WILL get better, of that you can be assured.