Thread:Justjackbros/@comment-26348924-20150427092933/@comment-26348924-20150529020447

Epilogue

Jack squinted at a bright light. Am I... dead? he thought. He shut his eyes, trying to remember what had happened.

Hot, burning lava. Him and Val standing on a floating piece of concrete, slowly ebbing away in the fiery river. Then darkness.

Once again, he opened his eyes. He slowly sat up, then looked around. He was in a hospital ward. Jonathan, Rire, and Sage were all huddled in the couch, sound asleep. Something bothered him. Where's Val?

Suddenly, Jon shifted. He glanced over at him. Jon gasped, then nudged the other two to wake up. When they saw Jack, they had the very same expression on their faces. They all walked up to him.

"Oh, thank goodness you're okay," Jon said, relief evident in his voice. "W-where's Val? What happpened to her?" Jack asked, his voice still raspy, probably from all the smoke. Rire can't help but chuckle. "Your girlfriend's fine, Jack. She just had a few burns, but nothing else serious." He flushed. "She's not my girlfriend... yet," he finally got out. Rire howled, but Sage muzzled him. "Shut up, you idiot. We don't have the hospital to ourselves," she scolded him. Jack smiled. He kinda missed this, after all the crap that happened. He silently wished that it was all just a bad dream.

"How long was I out?" Jack asked again. "Three days. Val woke up just yesterday, then she was sent home. When you get discharged, we can go visit her," Jon replied. He nodded. Minutes later, a doctor, accompanied by a nurse, checked up on him. They said he was fine and he can go out the next day.

Jack was just relieved to know that everything was over.



"Yes!" Rire hissed happily. He, Jon, Jack and Val were playing a game at their game basement, and he just won another round. Sage was busy spectating at them, since it was just a four-player game. Jack sighed. "Darn it, Rire, you just suggested this game because you're a total boss at it," he complained. Rire snickered. "Well duh, you asked me what I wanted to play."

Jon set his controller down. "We should visit Toast. It's been like, what, a month or so?" he suggested. Everyone else nodded. They shut the game console off and walked to the P.I.E. HQ. It wasn't that far, and they were there by ten minutes. Jack knocked on the door.

Jon, Rire, and Sage gasped when a familiar figure opened the door: Johnny Ghost.

Jack and Val gave them a weird look. "Hey, guys!" Ghost greeted cheerfully. "Come on in." The admins went in and glanced around. A bunch of files and documents sat atop the table at their living room. Paranormal investigation equipment and bottles of whiskey were littered everywhere. But something smelled really delicious.

Ghost chuckled nervously. "Erm, sorry for the mess. We never really had time to clean up," he apologized. "It's okay, we understand. You guys must be so busy," Val replied.

From a doorway, Johnny Toast peeked at them. "Oh, hello," he said. He was wearing an apron and holding a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. "Well, I was just making some French toast. Guess I'll have to do more." Rire grinned. "Thanks, Toast!" he said. Toast went back to the kitchen and continued making some more.

Jon was quite uneasy. Just last month, Ghost was taken by Casket in exchange of their freedom. Last month, they discovered that Ghost and Casket were separated... somehow. Now, he seems fine. Too fine.

"Jack, Val, can you go buy drinks?" Jon asked the two. "And can you take Ghost with you?" Jack and Val glanced at each other. "O-kay," Jack answered slowly. The two, joined by Ghost, went out to go to Papa's 7-11.

Jon beckoned Rire and Sage to the kitchen. "Johnny... I don't understand," he began. Toast sighed. "Me either." Rire leaned on the counter, arms crossed over his chest. "Well, how the heck is Johnny Ghost back here?" he demanded. "For all we know, it could be just Casket." Johnny shook his head. "He came back here limping two weeks after it happened. I asked him if Casket did it, but he couldn't remember anything that occured that day. He didn't even know who Casket was." Sage frowned. "How can that happen?" "I don't know..."

"Have you been keeping a close watch on him?" Jon asked. "Ever since he came back. There was nothing about his actions that shouted Casket."

Moments later, the trio came back, carrying a bunch of sodas and chips. As they chatted over the food, Jon kept an eye on Ghost. You just can't be so sure.

Then someone knocked on the door.

YAYY IT'S ACTUALLY DONE OHMAYGAAAAAAASH.

I'M SOO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I JUST CANT AAGH.


 * insert really really corny speech of gratitude to you two guys who joined me on this journey... that won't probably end here because CLIFFHANGERS! AND PLANS OF SEQUELS. Lol*

And just a thought, since we're kinda growing (Nick's joining us for the next one, right?), I dunnow why, but I feel like we need a name. Ya know, for the sentimental value. And stuff.

(And I need another girl on the group. Not that I'm annoyed because I'm basically surrounded by dudes, in fact I grew up with boys as playmates. I just need one. Eh.)

So yeah. Thanks, guys. Again. Heh.