Jack Twist Death Novels & Stories

I gawk. Axel pats my leg. “It’s okay, buddy. You’ll get your emotional closure after the next fake death.” I’m rather shell-shocked. “You committed like … twelve felonies.” “More,” Jackson speaks for the first time. “But who’s counting. We saved her,” he says simply. “You blew up a corpse, bro.” Jackson shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” Axel blinks. I gasp. “Wait. What?”

“It’s not the smell of flowers. It’s the scent of the departed souls. Take note of it so that when I visit you someday after I have joined my ancestors, you would remember to give me water. Your grandpa came to visit us, so I had to give him water to continue his journey home. “I’m sure that, from the ancestral world, your grandpa is giving you his backing on the adventure of love that you will soon embark on. You may doubt it because your so-called education and books tells you nothing about these things. But trust me Quasi, whatever happens in the material world first happen in the world of the unseen.”

Jack think of going to the drug store first which is 2 blocks away from his house before it was the convenience store. He reaches the drug store and he look around first before going down in his car and go straight inside the drug store. When he didn't see anyone, he walk his way inside the drug store which is mainly damage all the windows where broken even the glass door. He open the door and saw a corpse of a man before him. He tried to touch using his feet if he is still alive or a living dead but upon looking in his head he saw that he was shot straight from his head. That way he was really been killed already.

“Pick one.” Jack sighed. “Subject Forty-Two, huh?” “Catchy, isn’t it? Very lab rat chic.” He tapped her ID band with his pen. “Who gave you this?” “Dr. Victor Dreyfus. He liked symmetry. I was forty-two. He died last week.” “How?” “Internal bleeding. Caused by a fire extinguisher. Unfortunate accident.” “You killed him.” “I was chained to a cot,” she replied flatly. “Maybe I used telekinesis.”

Crack! Before he could finish his sentence, Jate Woods stepped on Jan Bobber and he died on the spot. There was nothing Jate Woods didn't dare to do. Scar was still sprawled on the ground. His four limbs were broken and he was still spewing blood from his mouth. He shuddered as he watched Jate Woods literally kill Jan Bobber by stepping on him. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move at all. He opened his mouth, but more blood flowed out instead.

I looked at Dexter finding out whether he had something to say but all he did was listen, no questions coming out from his lips, he was just mute. He wanted us to kill the creature instantly or better still report to my father, he was not in support of me when I said we should keep it in the secret vault, I get why he is still angry and his anger is justified. “No, not only Men, she tried to kill Tiffany,” I told him, and he exhaled. Jackob finds it hard to believe it. I was confused. Wasn't she supposed to do that or was it odd for her to do that?

For sure. “Of course not.” “Did one of your associates?” “No!” “Do you know who did?” He let out an exhausted breath. “Why can’t you just accept that Jack died from a disease like everyone else?” “Because I’m not like everyone else.” “You got that right.” He ran his hands through his hair, leaving it standing up and curled in all different directions. “Cassidy, Jack is gone. I’m not trying to brainwash you, but you need to let him go, okay?”

“Where did you hear that? What do the rumors say?” “Those who know Bryce are saying that Tiffany stabbed Bryce in the heart. They’re saying that you were there too. Apparently, Tiffany dug out his heart after killing him and ate it in front of you. Then, she ate all of his flesh over the next few days in order to get rid of his body and evidence. She’s even swallowed his bones…” ‘Oh my god!’ Charlotte’s face was drained of color. She took a deep breath. “Jackie, those rumors are simply too outrageous. They’re obviously fake. Tiffany’s not a monster. How could she possibly eat a man?”

The man with his gun trained on her tucked the weapon back into his waist band and then grabbed her shoulder and roughly pulled her to her feet. The four of us snuck out the door and down the dark hallway. At the end of the corridor, I saw one of the uniformed guards slouched on the floor. On closer inspection, I realized he was lying in a pool of his own blood. "Oh God," Trish whimpered and my stomach revolted at the sight. Who were these men that were so fearless to kill law enforcement and break into a maximum prison to kidnap two inmates? And most importantly, what did they want with us?

"Stop playing dead!" Jack kicked my body aside and rushed into the room, maniacally trying to find signs of life. He looked at the broken window that I had smashed. "Whitney! How dare you! You'd risk your life jumping out of the 28th floor? You even found two fake bodies to trick me!" My body had shown signs of rigor mortis. When Jack kicked my body, it turned over; my eyes looked right at him. The sight of my body annoyed Jack, so he got someone to take it away.