Chapter 12: "Polite" Negotiations?

Written by Etnalla

Edited by Goald3n

"Ah! Dammit! Fucking piece of shit!"

Jack let out a pained yell as he pulled back his hand. When he slapped Judge it felt like he was slapping a concrete wall. A sharp pain followed by a series of dull throbs shot up his arm from the point of impact. From the pain Jack could tell that he was lucky he hadn't put all his strength behind his slap, if he did the backlash would have been more than just simple pain. It was also good that he had settled for a regular slap instead of a pimp slap; the back of the hand was meant for bitches and loose women, it was not built to withstand the impact of hitting anything harder than saggy hooker flesh. The pain was starting to fade but the sense of incredulity he felt at what just happened was not. Just what the hell is up with Judge? As of surviving a hundred foot fall wasn't enough, he also had skin and bones as hard as stone....maybe that's why he survived.

Taking his mind off the pain in his hand Jack leaned in closer to Judge, inspecting the spot where a bright red handprint should have been blooming, he was shocked to see that the skin had turned bright purple and had a crystal-like quality to it. In fact in places where the skin was cracked pieces even began to flake off into small bright purple shavings.

"Is this guy even human?" The sense of unease within Jack only grew with each new revelation. Lucky might have trusted Judge but Jack was not as naive as him. Judge might have saved them from the runt in the beginning but Jack couldn't help but wonder why. Why did he help a complete stranger? It wasn't because he was a good person, Jack didn't get the feeling Judge was the bleeding heart ally of justice type. He gave off the feeling of someone who had with an hidden agenda, and Jack knew better than to trust people who had hidden agendas.

Suddenly, Judge's eyes snapped open causing Jack to reel back in surprise. Before he could do, or even think of, anything else he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen followed by all the air in his lungs rushing out. Blinded by tears he felt a hand clamp around his neck like a vice cutting off his gasp of pain and throwing him to the side.

Landing roughly on the ground he let out a series of rough coughs as he struggled to breath. A heavy blow struck his back knocking out the air again and slamming him back onto the ground. He felt a weight on his back and at the same felt something cold and sharp press against the side of his neck.

"How long?"

If he could turn his head Jack would have given Judge a fierce glare and followed it up by cursing him until he turned into the traitorous piece of shit he was. Since Jack couldn't turn his head, he just had to settle with the cursing. Quite a shame though, his glare was sharp enough castrate a bull, or so people told him.

"Get the fuck off me you bastard! Why don't you mount one of these rocks instead!? Grind your dick off on them, why don't you!?"

Judge didn't say anything and applied more pressure onto Jack's sprawled form, pressing the object harder into his neck. "How. Long?"

"How long!? Maybe you should ask your mother! She gave it to you after all, so it's her fault that your lovers always leave disappointed! No sense in torturing a random child because of it. And if you're planning on chopping mine off, good luck. You'd have better chances cutting of your mom's clit and grafting THAT onto your pathetic cock! And you probably should! For one it would definitely be bigger than whatever your sporting and it would be just punishment for whatever whore shat you out of her fuck hole!!

His....creativity only got him slammed onto the ground again, harder this time. And whatever was pressed onto his neck had began to draw blood. Still, he felt that his antics had annoyed the traitor and pissing someone off was always fun, he just never expected it to be the last thing he did. Oh well, he would go out as he lived as, in Luke and Michael's words, an utter jackass.

"Ow! No wonder you don't get any. Slamming too hard and stabbing deep enough to draw blood. You're a pretty shit lover aren't you? Maybe too many girls told you so and that's why you're holding down a little boy in a dark cave pounding him onto the ground. I gotta warn you though, if you try going any farther than this I have no problem taking the smelliest and the wettest shit in my life on your tiny man-clit, assuming it hasn't disappeared into that overweight sack of crap you call a body."

Okay, Judge wasn't fat looking at all but that last part just seemed too perfect for Jack to leave out. Anyway, insults didn't have to be true just unreasonable and creative enough to piss the target off. And pissed off Judge was.

"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP! I am asking you a question! How long have you been controlling me!? Don't bother lying. Emotion manipulation class enhancements. It's one thing to control another person's body or trap them in an illusion, that I can forgive, but controlling someone's emotions, controlling what they feel in order to get them to do what you want is a completely different one. I know your kind well. How many lives have you ruined? How many times have you driven people to act against their nature and do unspeakable acts in order to watch them despair at what they'd done after you stopped controlling them?"

All traces of Judge's former calm facade were completely wiped away following his outburst. Jack could feel the rage radiating off of Judge in waves. It took the form a prickling sensation that spread all across his body. He could tell that if he didn't answer the question properly this time then the object at his neck would be buried in his skull before he could finish his sentence. The problem was that he had no idea what Judge was talking about....and given his rage he didn't seem to be in the mood to accept such an answer.

Just as he was about to attempt to lie his way out of the situation Judge said something to him that stopped that plan dead in its tracks. "Don't bother with lying. I will know if you do, so you better choose your next few words properly."

Was he telling the truth? Did Judge really have a way to tell if he was lying? Considering all that had happened it wouldn't be that far fetched. Normal people could do the same given enough practice, what more for the super humans of God's Dimension? Since his life was on the line there was no way Jack would take that risk.

"Well? Are you gonna answer? Or should I just kill you now? How. Long?" Judge asked.

He didn't know what answer Judge wanted, and he couldn't lie. Was the only option to tell the truth or die? No. There was always a third option.

"Before you kill me how about you take a look at what I have here?" Jack took his hand out of his pockets to reveal three of the chemical grenades. The moment he did the pressure from the object’s vanished instantly and he rushed to finish his statement before Judge could kill him. "They're armed!" He shouted. Just in time Jack thought. He could feel a hot wet feeling dripping from the back of his head.

After for a moment to see if Judge was going to do anything else Jack took it as a sign it was safe for him to continue. "Whew. That was close. Now if you're in the mood to talk, why don't you get off me for now?" Judge did make any move to get off him so he repeated his question, more forcefully this time. "Remember, one wrong move and we both go boom! I don't know if your weird skin will save you from the shrapnel but at this range the shock wave should have no problem turning your insides to mush! And if that doesn't kill you then the sound of the explosion will call wendigos from all over the mines! You might be able to handle a few runts but how about a few hundred? Plus the warriors and the chiefs which look waaaay stronger. So if you don't want us all to die, actually our death will be damn right peaceful compared to yours, I suggest you do the smart thing and politely get the fuck off my back!"

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Author's note’s

So guys! How are you all? Did you enjoy the chapter? Comment if you did, I need food and support to survive in this harsh world of online writing. So.....what was gonna say? Well I forgot. If you haven't already noticed my memory is pretty shit. I'll just talk about random topics then! Yay! So comments from last chapter! Cerberus! Nice to know you like the new guy! Hope you enjoyed more of his vulgarity in this chapter! Dragon of times end! Cool name btw. How he dragged Judge was basically as you said, trapping the legs with armpit and running like hell. Definitely not how you should treat people with possible concussions....unless they're assholes of course. Anyway hope you all enjoyed the chapter and see you all in the next. Oh, and since there is only one or two comments in each chap I'll just reply to them all in the authors note! Hurray for reader interactivity!

Editor’s note

Damn author san being greedy what a glutton for views ‘hmph’.

Poor jack and friends, judge mistook them taking his pain and stress away as emotion control. How will he explain this one! Everyone rate +1 because author san wrote this chapter super quickly!

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