Like fire, like hell fire

[npc_kun]

Characters: OPEN
Date/Time: After the fire.
Location: Everywhere
Rating: R
Summary: Survivors need to be found. Some of them won't make it. There's only one thing to do for them.

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[jackofallcards]

The butterflies were too familiar, but Jack really couldn't exactly focus on them, at the moment. They weren't that important, in the grand scheme of things. And he had a really busy schedule to keep. For example dying was going to take up all his time. It was demanding work but someone had to do it.

Spade stepping through the wall did catch his attention. The bastard had to show up and interrupt him. Old coot. But that meant it was the boy then, that had died during the fire. "This place..." Jack half laughed, bitterly, ending it with a wet choking sound as blood welled in his mouth and down his chin. "That poor kid." If he'd had the energy for it, he would have been angry. But he just felt a bit bitter. Something was so familiar about the feeling, the tears, familiar enough to leave him cold and hollow feeling.

He watched Spade without much interest. The man was worse off than the last time they'd met, he could tell. It was the eyes, the tone of voice. Just... Things you notice, about yourself. Spade was so close to losing it, Jack was half tempted to laugh again, at the ridiculousness of it all, at the way Spade just mocked him by lighting a cigarette casual as you please. Or maybe just at that last question. "I think you can tell."

[npc_kun]

"There are worse ways to go." He remarked, without any real interest in the subject. The moment they were dead there was nothing that could be done for them. They were no longer interesting. Spade ignored the dried tears on his face as he stepped ever closer. He adjusted his white gloves one more time, his shoes lightly clicking on the floor.

It was difficult to keep himself from smiling at the murder he was about to commit. It didn't matter it was himself - the thing in his head was all but screaming to let be free again. It clawed at his mind with unforgiving howls as he knelt down to press one hand against Jack's chest. "A damn shame, now watch closely lad."

With the precision of a doctor his hand was suddenly through Jack as if he didn't really exist. His hand closed around his heart as Spade leaned close to his ear. "Can you feel that? You're a rather calm one. That almost makes this boring." Finally his lips curved into a twisted smile. "We're chewed on, you know. It will get you in the end."

[jackofallcards]

"Then again, there's better ways to go, too." Jack pointed out, watching Spade without much curiosity. There was no reason to ask what the man was doing, what he was about to do. He wasn't Spade, exactly, even if they were the same person for the most part, but he didn't have to be exactly Spade to know what was coming on some deep, instinctual level. In a way he welcomed it. It was going to happen one way or another, after all.

But watching Spade he had to grimace. Right there, he saw it. The man had lost it. Really had. That was the damn shame.

Jack inhaled sharply as Spade's hand passed through him, not harming him, not even feeling like... Anything. This felt familiar as all hell, though he couldn't say being on the receiving end was pleasant, he still knew this. It would have been a handy trick, when the rubble was falling. But Spade's mocking was a bit too much. He wasn't going to fucking allow that, even when the other man had his hand closed around Jack's heart. Jack had his pride, even when he was about to die. Maybe especially then. But this trick was one, if he came back, he wasn't going to forget, even if he couldn't remember how to do it himself, yet. Now he knew that he could.

"Hate to be boring." His lips curved briefly, mockingly. "But all I wanted was another cigarette." Jack lifted his head enough to meet Spade's eyes, really face the madness in his counterpart, stare it down. He was still sane. Whatever lurked in his mind still only squirmed loose in his nightmares, he was himself in ways Spade just... Wasn't. He knew the other man was right though, and though that was a thought he'd rather not dwell on, for the moment at least he was still the sane one. "I get it, old man. Now will you finish this already, or keep yapping?" It was a taunt, mocking and provoking I'm still in control. At the same time it was a request, end it already.

[npc_kun]

He made a soft noise and sighed, drawn back from the madness by the remaining threads of what had kept him sane all this time. He shuddered, his hand tightening its hold. "What a shame she isn't here to Free us both." Spade patted Jack's face, jealous of his sanity. He waited a moment more to hold onto what the magic was allowing him to keep. "You would have liked her."

He added right before he ripped Jack's heart out. The blood coated his glove and ran down the front of his suit. The heart stubbornly kept pumping, as he released the Tease and tossed it to them. They darted for it like ravenous wolves, while he phased a few into the still warm body. "I need to use what's left for a greater purpose. You understand, I trust."

[jackofallcards]

You're such a jerk, Spade.