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Chapter 9 - Still capture the flag

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Jack's footsteps kept echoing through the hallway as he ran through , when he got to the front of the technical class he found out that the door was locked .

" Damnit ! " Jackson cursed aloud banging the metal door violently with his fist , then he leaned on the door for few seconds before slumping down . Just when he thought all hope was lost his eyes came across a pin on the floor which he quickly grabbed hold of .

Thank God he was an expert at opening locks especially with pins , that's kinda part of things you eventually pick you when you dedicate your life to breaking rules . After few minutes of dabblings and picking the door finally opened normally it wouldn't take that long to pick open a lock but fear of heart , sweaty and shivering hands all contributed to the prolonging of the process .

Jackson bashed in and swiftly grabbed the duffel bag which was hung at a coner of the wall , he began stocking the bag with tools like hammers , knives , ropes , screw drivers , chisel , a baseball bat , a hand saw and one heavy metallic rod which Jackson had no idea of it's use but right now it's best use would be for whacking heads which got where they were not meant to be .

After bagging everything Jackson hanged the duffel bag across his chest and rushed out of the technical class heading back towards the basketball court .

" He's got the stuffs , stop him ! " Jackson heared someone yell behind him , he swerved around to check who it was but that turned out to be a huge mistake as his face was welcomed with the sharp plunging of a fist across it , Making Jackson fall backwards with blood oozing from his nose .

"Well look who we've got here . Howdy Jackson , tell me this what have you got in the bag ? " Jackson easily recognized the voice.

" Thomas Brandon " That's son of a bitch , back when things were still normal Jackson used to be part of Brandon's group of deliquents called the Age of storm but something happened back then . They had a fight and Jackson left the group to become his own man and ever since then he and Brandon or anyone else in the A.O.S hadn't really been on good terms .

" Look guys I'm kinda in a hurry so I have no plans of hurting you guys for now , just let me go hun " Jackson said with blood still flowing from his nose .

" Hurt us ? Ha ! I'd like to see that happen . He thinks he can hurt us ...this Bitch !" Someone said from the right side kicking Justin hardly on the left side of his belly .

" Arrgh ! " Jackson cried out in pain as he slumped again to the floor , he knew the guy who kicked him . " Nicolas Alex " the kid was also part of the A.O.S back then , now he was probably in the same team with Brandon .....dumb luck !

" If you think this fight is gonna be like last time you're damn mistaken jack ! " Brandon said swerving his leg to kick Justin in the face but Jackson dooged it making Brandon kick Alex on the right leg .

" Ouch ! Dude watch it " Alex yelled in pain .

" You're gonna pay for that ! " Brandon said to Jackson who was already standing on his feet weakly and with a devilish smile on his face .

" Let's see about that , humph you two against me what a fair fight ! " Jackson chuckled then he swiftly dragged out the base ball bat from the duffel bag which was behind him .

Brandon and Alex both attacked Jackson who swiftly dooged the Punch Brandon hurled towards him . Then he held Alex's right hand and twisted it to his back making him yell out in pain then Jackson smacked him to floor .

Brandon ran towards Jackson who didn't hesitate to whack him hardly on the face with the baseball bat making blood splurt out of his mouth then Jackson slammed the bat again this time on Brandon's back making slump to the floor , the he kept kicking him continually on the face until Brandon spat out a tooth along with lots of blood .

Jackson left him and went for Alex who was still on the floor , Jackson carried him up then smashed his face on the ceramic water spout which was attached to the wall then carried him up again .

" Still think I can't hurt you hun ? You Bitch ! " Jackson said spitting on Alex's bloody face then he used Alex to break open the wooden door of the arts storage room . He then came back to Brandon who laid on the floor with blood all over his face .

" You Bitch....I'm gonna kill you " Brandon said lowly .

" Hun what's this , you can still talk ? I ought to do something about that " Jackson said grabbing the duffel bag and bringing out the hand saw.

" This should teach you to remember that I am the jack storm ! " Then kneeling down Jackson placed his right leg tightly on Brandon's back and used his left hand to hold Brandon's right hand in place while his right hand cut through the flesh of Brandon's right hand aggressively with the hand saw .

" Arrrgh arrrrghhhh help help ... somebody !"Brandon cried out in pain and agony trying hardly to wirggle himself free from this torment .

After cutting aways Brandon's right hand from the wrist upward Jackson held it for Brandon to see .

" That's what you get for messing with the jack storm ! " He said then he threw the detached palm at Brandon , Brandon just kept crying in a pool of his own blood while Jackson left him there probably to bleed to death .

[ Meanwhile at the basketball court ]

"What's taking Jackson so long ! " Chleo Yelled out in frustration .

Max was busy gathering some iron poles which he found in the sitting area while Daphne just sat on a bench looking pale and as dumb as ever , then they heard footsteps approaching .

" Jackson , is that you?" Chleo said before going to have a peak at who it was , she was whacked on the head with a metal tennis racket .

" Yeah baby ! We're in thier base " said Diego Evans a team member of the dragon team , Diego was now in the basketball court along with Cory Rachel and staurt Michelle .

" Give us the flag now and we go in peace or we take it the hard way " Michelle said raising the pitch fork which held with both hands .

" If it's the hard way you want then bring it on you suckers ! " Max said clutching tightly to the iron rod in his hands , things we're about to get messy no joke !