Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 25, 2014 4:19:37 GMT
New York City
9:00 AM November 24, 2014
Jack hotel room
DING!
His phone went off, signalling he had just received a new text message. He opened his eyes and then closed them a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light in room. He first looked at the clock, it read only 9am, and then he turned his head the other way to find his bed empty. Holli must have snuck out before he woke up.
He reached over and patted his nightstand in search of his cell phone. When he found it, he grabbed it, clicked the screen on, and saw the text that read, "Thought this might interest you quite a bit Old Friend. Bitches, just can't trust them huh?" with an attachment included. He opened it, his eyes shot wide open, and his face went blood red.
"Mother Fucker!"
Jack jumped out of his bed. He quickly threw on a pair of dirty jeans, an old pair of socks, and the first shirt that he could find in the mess of his room. He went to exit his room, but stopped and opened his secret hiding spot. He pulled out a baggy and stuffed it into his jean pocket.
He marched into his living room, grabbed a set of keys off the coffee table and a 2-6 of whiskey, and stormed out of his apartment. He was ready to kill anybody who got in his way.
New York City
12:00 PM November 24, 2014
Unknown
THUMP!
"Fuck You" by Prozak was dialed up to max on the car stereo system. A very high and drunk Jack Owyns rocked his head back and forth, trying to move his head to the beat and rap along with the lyrics. He failed at every word and butchered the song lyrics.
THUMP!
"SHUT UP!"
Jack poured a line of cocaine on the dashboard and tried to drive and sniff the rail, but like what happened with the lyrics, he failed miserably, almost taking out a street pole in the process. He swerved back onto the road and reached for the bottle of whiskey that he had tried to hide with a paper bag.
"Fuck you both... I opened up to you, I TOLD YOU FUCKIN' EVERYTHING! Personal shit... And... And... YOU, YOU are swapping fuckin' tongue juices with... HIM. This piece of shit?" Jack said, pointing behind him, as if the guy in his trunk could even hear.
THUMP!
"Well... Fuck... You... BOTH! Fuck you HOLLI, and FUCK YOU Jason!"
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
"SHUT UP!"
Jack drove over a curb, hoping, somehow, the force would knock the man out.
THUMP!
"God damn it... Be fuckin' quiet, I need to record a diary fuckin' entry."
Jack reached over to his passenger seat and grabbed a video recorder.
New York City
Earlier Today 10:30 AM November 24, 2014
Unknown
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
The door swung open and revealed a young-looking blonde dude standing in the doorway. He looked up at Jack, who looked as if he had seen better days. His arms were fully covered in tattoos, and he smelled strongly of whiskey.
“You lost?” The blonde dude asked, keeping a hand on the back door, ready to close it.
“You… you are Jason.”
“Yeah, so what? What’s it to you?”
Jack smirked, a short-lived smirk that faded almost immediately into a snarl. Jason quickly tried to shut the door, but Jack forcefully kicked the door in, smashing the edge of the door right in Jason’s face and knocking him back and down to the ground.
"I'M JACK!" Jack said, walking in. He lifted his foot and slammed the heel of his boot down on Jason’s face.
New York City
2:00 PM November 24, 2014
Random Construction Site
Jack pulled over in what looked like a construction site and came to an abrupt stop, slamming on the brakes. He quickly exited the car and forgot to put the car in park. It rolled forward and hit a dumpster.
“We’re… fuckin’ here… BOY! And you… know what… You’re fuckin’ DEAD!” Jack stumbled towards the back of his car, completely out of it.
“You… you and Holli, think… for one… MINUTE! You can… play me huh? Fuck that SHIT!”
Jack dropped an elbow on the trunk of his car.
“NOW… I will kill you, and HER! You both… can be together in...”
Jack opened the trunk.
“HELL!”
Jason sprayed Jack in the eyes, with a bottle of spray. Jack staggered back, rubbing the chemicals from his eye.
“WHAT THE FUCK, DID YOU SPRAY ME WITH!”
Jason didn’t bother to tell. Instead, he exited the trunk and made a sprint to get away from Jack.
“Where the… fuck that burns… are you running too!?”
Jack rubbed his eyes, but he could barely see and could not tell the direction Jason had run.
“RUN FOOL! I will find you!”
Jack turned rubbing his eyes.
“Fuck.” He mumbled.
