Name : Jack

Age : [is]???[/is]

Gender : [is]????[/is]

Height 6.11 ft

Blood type : ???

Organ hunter

Master surgeon

Immune to most poisons

Only known seller of the drug called “Happy”


Uses a synthetic voice.

Wears a black full head gas mask with no visible filter and tinted visor along with a red with black lining three piece suit and rubber gloves

Slender snakelike frame

Sells [is]meth[/is] and other drugs including, [is]Coke[/is], Narcotics, Amplifiers, boosters, [is]Marijuana[/is], intelligence boosters, Organs and a series of others(effects vary)

Runs a mildly worn down corner store at the corner of Jst and 21st in the line between the slums and the city named “Runs and Duns.” That has many missing persons cases connecting to it.

All anyone knows about this drug dealer is that he bought the corner store four years ago and has been doing legit and illegal business ever since. He never stops to eat or sleep. Most likely a drug addict as a child and the finder of the wide spread drug known as “Happy”.

These drugs can be administered by Jack to himself via small auto injectors.

This is an intelligent drug it works by increasing the synaptic nerve potential of the brain and increasing the speed at which the signals are received by the brain. This increases the rate of which the brain can input and output information.

This drug works by releasing the body's natural restraints on strength and muscle tension.

If Jack uses all three boosters at the same time then his immunity to ‘Happy‘ becomes overwhelmed and he enters a happy murder frenzy. He tends to laugh and smiles enough so that you can feel it through the mask.

Jack has a special chemical gas that can induce whoever breathes it into low level auditory hallucination, sense distortion, and visual hallucinations. It looks like a white liquid in the vial but turns to a gas when it escapes a vacuum and coats a small area in a light fog for around a minute before clearing. The main hallucination caused is making the fog thicker, hearing voices, moving shadows, and disorientating the person affected.

Jack can safely use one booster at a time without any major after effect not counting the effects of the drugs. If he uses two drugs the booster time lowers to a minute and once that runs out he is liable to lessened consciousness and or exhaustion. If he uses all three he has a ten percent chance of dieing and or becoming unconscious after the boosters wear off.

The booster drugs last for three minutes at a time with the given dosage Jack injects with each needle.

The Speed booster only increases the speed of which his body moves. It doesn’t mean his body can process the information as fast as his body moves this tends to lead toward simple movements like slicing a dagger or zipping in straight lines.

The strength booster removes the safety restraints on the body. This gives Jack the tendency to dislocate joints, Break his own bones and muscle tearing if used in excess.

The drug effect times can stack. It is random whether the drug effects stack and how that works. This is because the drugs weren’t meant to be used together and haven’t shown any patterns among the addicts that use them other than the effects.

He also seems to to have problems detecting things on his left side.

Jack is a trickster by nature. He tries to make you doubt yourself in most situations with misdirections and hallucinations. He is addicted to that feeling of accomplishment when a plan comes together so he tends to make a big intricate plan and will adapt it as he goes making it as short or as long as it needs to be.

He is a cold calculating mad scientist that has no problem getting his hands dirtier.

Definitely not a person you want to be caught in a back alley with at sundown.

And never trusts anything.

“Are you sure he is in there?” Asked Ryan, I looked at him and saw the same stone cold face as he always had.

“All the info points here.” I replied. A grubby looking teenager rounded the corner and headed bumped into Ryan bouncing off as if he had hit a brick wall.

“Hey you fucker.” He yelled, One look from Ryan shut him up. He quickly got up off the ground and walked inside. We followed after him.

Inside was a few rows of chest high shelves holding the odds and ends in every corner store. The only thing off was the guy standing behind the desk. He was a tall slender man in a creepy get up. The rubber gloves and gas mask somehow fit perfectly with the three piece suit the guy was wearing. The whole thing was just creepy. The kid walked straight up to him and dropped a wad of bills onto the counter.

“I’ll take the usual.” He ordered, The gas mask freak took the mess of bills and counted it all in a blur of rubber fingers until there was a neat pile of dollars on the counter.

“Your short ten dollars.” Said a dark synthetic voice, The Teen looked at the floor.

“Come on man I’ll get you the money.” He pleaded, “I just need the boosters to get the money.”

“One week” Then the man leaned down and pulled out a bag of pink dust. The teen snached the bag and immeaditaly stuffed his nose in it. He took a deep breath and the dust swirled in the bag. The Teen then started shaking. It stopped a few seconds later and the boys nose started dripping blood. He pulled his nose out of the bag and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“Thanks man, You won’t regret this.” He said, before rushing out of the store.

“My clients don’t like when the SCP or the WRF get involved.” Jack said putting the money away in the cash register.

“We are here to buy some old fashioned justice.” I said, Before pulling out my gun and pointing it at him. “Now put your hands up and remove any weapons you may be carrying.” I felt Ryan’s presence behind me as his jamming ability activated. Jack’s head tilted.

“Which should I do first put my hands up or drop any weapons?”

“Drop any weapons you have.” I ordered ignoring him, With Ryan any abilities he has are null but weapons are still dangerous. Then there was a small crunching sound like someone stepping on glass and the whole room filled with a freezing cloud of fog. I opened fire immediately, emptying the clip into the direction Jack had been standing.

“It is no use.” said a sweet feminine voice that seemed to be coming from three different places. Then I heard Ryan gasping for air. I covered my mouth and ran for the exit. I slammed into a shelf where the door should have been. Then I heard a quiet gurgling sound from behind me. I reloaded my gun and headed in the direction. Then a knife flew at me from the fog. I dodged it and fire at the direction it came from. From the lack of a sound of the bullets colliding with wood, glass or tiles I assumed I had hit him. Then a shadow moved to my left and I emptied the clip into it. The shadow spasmed as the bullets collided before collapsing to the ground. I walked toward it to see if he was dead. That was when the fog cleared. Ryan was lying there full of holes. Then a slow clapping could be heard from behind me. I turned and saw Jack’s black gas mask staring back at me. He had three bullet holes in him. Two in the lower torso and one in the shoulder area. The blood soaking into his his suit.

“You do know your suppose to kill me not him?” He stated still clapping. I pointed my gun at him and pulled the trigger. There was a click of an empty clip.

“Colt M1911, seven round clip and you fired them all.” I pulled out a new clip and ejected the empty.

“Three point two five seconds to reload due to that freshly fractured wrist.” I hesitated for a millisecond. And that was all the time Jack needed. He ran up grabbed me and threw me through the window with more strength than he should have. The glass shattered and I landed atop a pile of shards. I ignored the pain of hundreds of the glass pieces digging into my back. I tried to get up but Jack was on top of me before I could even sit up. With his foot he slammed my body back down onto the shards. Then he jammed two blades into my hands nailing them to the concrete sidewalk. I yelled in pain as the blades seared like molten metal. Jack got off me and stood up looking down at his blood soaked suit.

“Oh look at the mess you made.” He dug a finger into one of his bullet wounds and pulled the gore coated piece of metal. He studied the bullet and looked back down at me. “Lead coated bullets really?” He said in that synthetic voice that was creepy then now was terrifying. He grabbed my gun from the ground and I looked down the barrel as he pulled the trigger.

Jack dragged the officers body into his store and closed the steel shutters just before the boosters wore off and his right leg and left arm went limp. Leaning on the shelves he made his way to the back room where he collapsed onto the floor unconscious where he stayed for the next few hours.

Jack walked down the streets of the city drawing enough attention you’d think he was a popstar. Today he was wearing his vest instead of suit and he was glad to be wearing it because this vest came with a meaning. A man’s 16 year old daughter had a bad set of lungs and he couldn’t bump her up on the donor list. So somehow he turned up at his shop and paid Jack a substantial sum of money to get her a pair. So jack was on the hunt for a decent pair of lungs. He had his usual places to get organs but today Jack was in a good mood so he wasn’t gonna go kill some hobo and give it to the dying girl.

“Not like she will live long anyways.” Jack said to himself. Even if she got the new pair she had a year at most. But Jack wouldn’t tell her father that. Nooo he was being paid and the customer was always right well until they died of course. Jack then got the feeling he was being followed. He stopped and looked into a store window that was selling dresses. Out of the corner of his mask me spotted a teenager stop and watch him. Things seemed to be looking up. Jack turned away from the cloths store and walked toward the slums where his store was.

Ten minutes later the guy was still following him and they had almost reached his store. Jack had two reasons for walking back toward his store.

It was better for business and the patient's health if you don’t operate on a table than the ground.
It is better if there are few witnesses. Less people to kill means more time to make money and drugs.

On the block opposite his store there was a small maze of side roads which Jack has used on more than one occasion. He turned and walked down these side streets followed after by the stupid boy that had the stupid idea he could beat him.

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Turns out the teenager following him did have a plan to beat him. This teen was named Tim. He was a WRF Officer and had personal reasons for hunting down Jack. His main reason being his sister was a ‘Happy’ addict and Jack kept her hooked with the weekly doses she bought slowly draining her of strength pride and money. Tim was here to fix that all and restore his sister to the smart, loving girl he knew as a child. The other was because Jack was a drug dealer and should be stopped. When Jack turned the corner to the side streets Tim smiled as his prey fell into the trap. There was a snapping sound as Jack stepped into one of several bear traps that Tim had laid out earlier. He walked up and turned the corner to see nothing. He looked on the ground and saw the open bear traps that he had laid. That was when he noticed the light fog around him. He had heard of this fog that Jack used. He immediately covered his mouth and nose to protect himself from the hallucinogenic drug. Then a the crinkle of a soda can being stepped on could be heard from the alleyway. Tim skirted the bear traps but stopped.

“What if that is a hallucination? What if that is a trap?” He stopped and started second guessing. If that was a trap then Jack would be hiding on the other side with something ready. Tim carefully walked to the other side of the alley ready to ambush Jack. Tim went invisible and walked around the corner. Jack was standing there waiting for him. Time seemed to prowl on like a lazy cat as Tim circled Jack trying to get behind him.

I am invisible. He can’t see me. Tim repeated in his head in an attempt to stop himself from losing focus. Tim got behind Jack and got him in a choke hold.

Unfortunately Jack saw this coming and grabbing Tim’s arm he twisted flipping Tim and then slamming him down on the concrete.

“You do know your sister could turn see through too?” Jack stats putting his foot down on Tim’s throat cutting off his airpipe. “She tried to steal from me once and if it wasn’t for that big pile of cash and gold your family has stored away she would be dead.” Tim grabbed Jack’s foot in an attempt to escape blacking out. But Jack’s foot just pushed down harder and Tim’s head began swimming. Then Tim finally blacked out.

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“Apparently she will make a full recovery.” said the nurse, Looking down at the father knelt down at her daughter's side crying from happiness.

“Thank you.” He answered through a wall of tears.


End