Some Drafts (2)

Crunch

The couple stood up, reaching their hand before the doctor stopped them for a few seconds. Jack immediately slithered to the nearest hiding spot, escaping the predator's eyes.

Tip, tap.

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The footsteps stopped, but the faint sound of their voices still echoed through the empty white hall. Jack sighed, letting go of his mouth. Peeking around the wall, calm waves brushed his mind. He had a longing smile on his face thinking about the brand new academy the doctor talked so highly about.

A magic academy on of the stables of a fantasy novel, and the government had done what seemed like a fantasy in such time.

Jack was blind, not realizing the chance of the creation being a disaster. He liked to fantasize and would always be disappointed no matter what he got. His dreams were always far from fantasy. That was why he stopped, but the spark emerged from the deep waters.

His body screamed out, and his smile got bigger.

"That sounds amazing, god damn!" He muttered, raising his fist in a winning stance.

Announcing his victory, he stood up, still wary of his parents. He swiftly made his way to the patient rooms. Room after room, a warm sweat dropped from his head, his movements picking up pace, patients staring at Jack's mischievous grin.

'He seems happy, good for him...'

'It's kinda creepy.'

Those kinds of remarks were whispered behind him by the people awaiting good news. Some on the bunch. Some had heard the terrible news, staring at the misjudged boy with envious stares.

Though the reason for his smile had been different, everybody could agree how creepy it was.

Jack laid his hand dormant inpatient room '302', where a Tv program had been blasting at max volume. He approached the group of boys without cracking a branch, successfully scaring the shit out of them.

"Boo!" Jack shouted.

Snake Flung from the bed. Sai crashed his head to the floor. Brett wasn't fazed, dazed by the playing shows. Jack soon laid back in his bed, leaving the group confused. The place was dead quiet, but Jack was smiling swinging his legs up to down.

His cheery mood came as a surprise, as he rarely made a face these last days.

And they did not dare ask, the image of him going wild and fighting still hung on the slope of their minds. He was bloody, but he swung a straight and then went for an uppercut.

He was terrifying, despite his goofy nature.

(Authors notes)

Hello there, I got the (not so) genius idea to share some drafts, so you can compare it to the final release.

But of course they are not canon.