We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

“Okay jigsaw.” I said.
“Jigsaw?”
I then proceeded to explain to him the Saw movies which he seemed to like the concept of. No surprise there.
“Feed me.” I said, moving over to the refrigerator and opening it.
“Excuse me?”
“Jack can you quit it with all this dominant bullshit I’m fucking starving.” I whined. He chuckled and opened the cabinet next to the fridge. “You want pop tarts or cereal?”
“Pop tarts.” I replied, not really knowing what they were. He pulled down this box and pulled out two silver packages. He moved what I assumed to be a toaster and opened the packages before putting the pastry things in it.
“How will we know when they’re d-“ I stopped mid sentence when the toaster popped making me jump. Jack laughed and moved them onto two plates and put them on the table. I sat and cautiously took a bite and holy fuck it was delicious. I shoved the whole thing in my mouth all at once.
“You know that’s considered rude.” He said, taking smaller bites than me.
“You don’t have to worry about five hundred people trying to steal the stuff on your plate.” I spoke around the food in my mouth, “And speaking of rude, I’m surprised you’re not making me eat on the floor.”
“Oh if I’m not living up to your expectations I can fix that.” He grinned making me laugh.

I laughed.

I don’t know if I’ve ever done that before.

It was nice. I’d seen the guards laugh at the camp while they beat someone so I always associated it with causing someone to suffer but this was different. It made me feel all happy.

“Go get dressed, we need to go somewhere.” He said after we finished.
“In what?” I asked.
“There are clothes in your closet that should fit you.” He replied, he seemed to have spaced out because he was looking at a fixed point on the wall and had a far off look in his eye.
“O-okay.” I said before running up to my room. I opened the door and saw a maid who was probably about seventeen making my bed.
“Oh I-I’m so s-sorry” She apologized as if I would’ve killed her for just being there.
“It’s fine.” I replied in what I hoped to be a comforting tone but it sounded a bit gruff to me. Living in a concentration camp kinda makes you insensitive to other people’s pain because you were too lost in your own so in my defense, I didn’t really know how to be comforting.
“I-I’ll l-leave.”
“Okay.”
“Just p-please don’t tell the m-master.” She begged with a frantic look in her eyes. I approached her and put my hand on her arm, trying to be gentle.
“You don’t have to apologize for being somewhere, not with me. I won’t tell him, it’s okay.” I smiled at her softly and she seemed to relax.
“Thank you.” She whispered before scurrying from the room.

Poor thing.

I moved over to one of the closets and opened it. To no surprise, everything was black. I pulled out some black skinny jeans and a black shirt that had little skulls, hammers, and coffins all over it. The shirt went on with no problem but the jeans took some effort. It could’ve been harder considering I was basically a skeleton with skin stretched over it but still. I brushed my teeth and ran my fingers through my hair to mess it up perfectly. Once I was satisfied, I grinned at myself in the mirror because…Well I could see myself. I know I’ve already talked about this but you don’t understand how strange it is to actually know what you look like.
I skipped down the stairs to see Jack doing something with a rectangle.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Your new phone.” He replied, looking up.
“What?” I asked. I knew what phones were but the ones the guards at the camp carried were bigger.
“Yeah, I’ve already got my number in there. I’ve also taken the liberty of putting music on it.”
“What’s music?” I asked.
“Oh you have a lot to learn.” He chuckled, “Anyway you’re getting this incase something happens. If you get into trouble, just call me by doing this,” He showed me how to get to his contact and call him, “And I’ll come get you.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I paid one hundred fucking thousand dollars for you that’s why.” He laughed as he lead me out. Instead of going for the limo, he got in the driver’s seat of a very nice black car.
“Here.” He took my phone and plugged it into this wire connected to the radio. Then sound started coming from the speakers making my jaw drop.

“This is gospel for the fallen ones.
Locked away in permanent slumber.
Assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories.
The gashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds,
but they haven’t seen the best of us yet.
If you love me let me go.
If you love me let me go.
Cause these words are knives and often leave scars.
The fear of falling apart.
Truth be told I never was yours.
The fear, the fear of falling apart.”

“Holy shit is this music?” I asked, looking to Jack.
“Yup.”
“Holy shit I love music.” I said.
“Good because with me you’ll hear a lot of it.” He said, pulling out of the driveway.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“We’re going to pay a visit to Zack Merrick.”
“Why?”
“He’s killing things that are mine.” Jack replied, gripping the steering wheel. I decided not to press farther. The ride lasted about an hour but it didn’t seem too long since we had music.
Jack slowed the car down and we pulled into a long drive way. Zack’s house was huge too but Jacks was bigger. Jack threw his door open and charged out. I followed him from a distance but still within ten feet. He outright kicked the door off it’s hinges and stormed in, making all the staff come to see what was happening. I hesitated at the door for a moment.

What are you going to do? Knock on the door?

I decided to go ahead and walk in.
“WHERE IS HE?” Jack screamed making everyone jump. A man stepped in front of Jack.
“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to l-“ Whoever he was, he never got to finish his sentence since Jack snapped his neck.
“I’ll ask again. Where. Is. He.” His ebony eyes flashed. No one answered. “MERRICK, FOR EVERY SECOND YOU AREN’T HERE, SOMEONE DIES!” He screamed. I pressed my back against the wall.
“ONE!” He yelled, grabbing a girl and snapping her neck.
“TWO!” He ripped the heart out of a man.
“THREE!” He tore the head off of another man causing blood to spurt everywhere. He grabbed a girl and placed the heel of his palm on her head, ready to crush her skull when-
“Stop.” A chilling voice filled the room. A big buff guy with short hair stood before Jack.
“So typical of you to let your servants die in your absence.” Jack smirked.
“If it was you, you’d be helping me kill them.” He remarked.
“That’s very true.” Jack shrugged, releasing the girl.
“Alright so what is this? You come to my house, break my door, kill three of my staff, and terrify the rest?”
“Don’t you fucking act like you don’t know why I’m here.” He snarled, a low growl erupting from his throat.
“You must be here about your people.” He murmured.
“Yeah, I must be.” Jack spat.
“I’m terribly sorry about that, it wasn’t my doing. I had a demon help me with managing the land close to your border and he thought it would be a good idea to expand without my knowledge.” Zack explained.
“And you killed him?” Jack asked.
“Actually I left him alive for you to deal with.” He grinned. Jack’s face twisted into a dark smile.
“Take me to him.”
I walked through the sea of horrified staff to keep up with my master. We were lead down several flights of stairs before going through a mettle door.
“Devon.” Zack called. Devon was in the corner of the room, looking up at us.
“What.” His voice was raspy.
“Do you know who this is?”
“No.”
“Ruler of the Fourth Quarter.” Zack said. Devon’s eyes went wide and he started shaking.
“P-please I d-didn’t know. H-He m-made m-m-me” He spluttered.
“Stop lying!” Zack barked, “Face him like a man.”
“P-please.” He stuttered, moving forward on his hands and knees to bow before Jack.
“Devon get up.” Jack ordered. The man slowly rose to his feet, every inch of him trembling. “Look at me.” He shook harder. I wanted to help him, but I had a feeling like that would not be the greatest idea. “LOOK AT ME!” Devon jumped so hard he almost fell down. He very hesitantly looked up at Jack’s face with an expression of pure terror. About two seconds later, he had collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony as he screamed. Jack stared at him hard with a horrible smile on his face which quickly grew to laughter. Devon’s screams echoed around the room but became a sort of gurgling sound as he actually vomited from the excruciation.
“J-Jack.” I whispered. Begging him to stop. He didn’t. I felt my knees fail and I dropped to the ground. I’d never forget the sound of his agonized screams, his writhing on the floor, or the way Jack laughed when he saw this. Tears pricked my eyes and before I knew it, I had them streaming down my face. Finally I couldn’t take it. It was too much to see someone suffer so much while there was a fraction of a chance that I might be able to stop it. “Jack please!” I called over Devon’s agony. Jack's laughter abruptly stopped as he whipped his head around to face me and Devon’s screams turned into sobs.
“You realize that I could do that to you right now for interrupting me.” He snarled.
“Yes I do just please stop, please.” I begged, looking up at him. He fixed me with the same gaze as he did Devon.

Here it comes…

But it didn’t. Instead, his expression grew even more furious as he grabbed my arm and yanked me up harshly. He cast a look to Devon who had curled back up in the corner but was now rocking back and forth with tears streaming down his face as he whispered,
“Knives, rip, burns, black, knives, rip, burns, black.”
Before Jack dragged me out, I swear I heard him whisper “Alex, White, Jack, Black.”

Notes

Title Cred: The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance

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