Jack + Jason (Ghost Story) end of chapter 1?

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I stared at the man in front of me, my mouth slightly open. Jack continued to show his teeth to me in his grin, which was miraculously white—as he noticed my slight frustration. He could see it in my eyes, as I started hard at him, thinking.

I took a glance at the sword in my already sweaty hands, adjusting my fingers to hold firmly, closing my eyes, as I consoled myself with my thoughts and slowly came to a conclusion. A drop of perspiration finally fell down my forehead.

“Jason?” I could hear Jack take another step forward. “Jason, you know that won’t work.” He whispered this in my ear, as he placed his hands on my shoulders. His grip tightened as he said: “It’s no use.”

I opened my eyes abruptly. For a second, Jack was almost embracing me. That’s when I reacted. Gritting my teeth, I took a risk and gave a swing with my sword with all the strength I could muster—yelling what seemed to be a war cry. But Jack realized my actions too early for he was already 15 meters away from me.

“Damn it.” I sweared, as I let my shoulders slouch, breathing hard once again. I forced my neck to look up at Jack. He looked bored, as he rested his back on the stone with crossed legs and his arms laid back behind his head. That little—

“I already told you, Jason.”
I advanced toward him, almost dragging my legs with me.
“What you are doing is useless.”
I was walking.
“So, let’s just be civilized and act like…
I was running.
“Intelligent, grown men.”

My sword seemed heavier than ever, but I lifted it to attack once again. I was in front of Jack, ready to strike. He stared at me with one brow lifted in question. “Don’t tell me you’re going to do something stupid again,” he said.

I yelled in frustration as I aimed my sword to his stomach. It slid through almost too easily. I breathed hard. Jack merely twitched his left eye. He looked irritated. Good for him.

“You know Jason, I understand you’re trying. But sometimes…” Jack slowly slid the sword out of its place. You could tell by his gritted teeth that part was more tedious. “Sometimes… trying just leads to doing something…” He pressed his lips and grimaced as he gripped my sword and gave it one last strong tug.

"Stupid."

Because I was still holding my sword, I was also thrown away with Jack’s strength of the pull. My body met the floor, and so did my sword meet my right arm. I felt a shot of sharp, heavy pain as I yelled in slight agony, curling in my spot.

I heard Jack’s boots walk across the floor. His figure shadowed me. He kneeled down to his knees and looked down at me condescendingly. I took a glance at his stomach. It was now a gaping, gruesomely made hole. I shivered at the sight. But I also could have shivered because of the fact that I was completely drenched with sweat. I couldn’t be sure.

“Oh.” Jack looked at himself, only to look at me once again. He smiled despite his real annoyance. “You like my holy body, eh?” Jack chuckled to himself as he lifted himself up from the floor. “Well Jason, I’ll just have to return your honest favor.”

Jack was cruel. He took hold of the collar of my shirt, lifting myself from the floor, letting my sword slide achingly against my injured arm as it made its way to the floor. I gritted my teeth, refusing to moan in front of my enemy. I strained to look at Jack in the face as he leveled my face with his.

“You know, Jason… you haven’t changed at all.” Jack laughed. “Hell, you’re still being as idiotic as ever.” The man stopped smiling and looked serious. “So, what is your last word? Maybe… sorry?” He looked into my eyes. I stayed the same, teeth gritted in defiance.

“No? Fine.”

I closed my eyes, expecting the worst. I could feel his grip loosen on my collar. He then punched me. His fist seemed to have a harder knuckle than most. Before I knew it, he had already let go of me. I met the floor once again. My ears were ringing and I started to feel a pain sharp pain in my forehead. I took hold of my head, my right arm hurting even more. I tasted blood in my mouth. I curled in pain.

I heard another body fall to the floor. I struggled my eyes to lift my head and look in front of me. Jack was sitting against one of the arches, looking tired. If that was even possible. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me. In the end, it didn’t matter. I laid my head back on the floor, utterly exhausted. I could have just slept right there.

My eyes started to grow heavy. It was too much. I had to rest. There was no way I could get up otherwise. But I was startled by Jack’s faint voice.
“I would have killed you if I didn’t need you, you know. So don’t get the wrong idea.”
Need me?
“I need to get somewhere, and I need you to be my escort.”
Escort?
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tomorrow? I would have to see this devil tomorrow too?
But my exhaustion got the better of me. I was too tired to retort or protest. I closed my eyes, trying my best to ignore the pain.

“Sorry it has to be this way, Jason.”
Alas, I was already asleep—I couldn’t hear Jack anymore. I couldn’t hear him as he got up and walked deeper into the old stone manor. All I could hear was the soft ringing in my ears while I slept. And dreamt. I dreamt of my hometown. My friends. It was good that I did, for it would be quite a while till I would last see them.

Happy New Year peeps! As you can see this is continuing the story about Jack & Jason. Not sure if I totally like it.. but oh well. Hope you guys do!