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The Run in with Jester Cod.

Prologue

I drove as fast as I could. Running at least 2 red lights, which in this sketchy town wasn't really a big deal. The police had there hands full with Drug dealers , Burglars, and even kidnappers. It wasn't easy living here. In Scotswood. We were a little village more than a town. Filled with more wackos then you could probably comprehend . But that's not why I'm driving like a maniac. Oh no. It's cause I have a wanted kid in the back seat , with a gun to my head.

Chapter 1 : The Bank

"Hey Phil!" Tom had greeted me. I waved my hand as I exited the workshop doors.
"Hey, wait up!" He had followed me out to my silver Toyota truck.
"Yeah?"
"Where you heading?"
I dug in the pocket of my jeans and took out a packaged envelope. "Got my paycheck early" I bragged.
Tom sneered," lucky bastard. Well, see yah!"
"See yah!"
Tom was probably one of some of the non-wackos in my town . He was also my best friend. He wasn't tall, nor short. But compared to me , he was at my shoulder. Then again I'm a lean slender , tall guy. 6ft. Which made him 5 something. He was light skinned and covered in freckles. Blonde hair and glasses. The classic high school geek. He never minded me teasing him about that. He called me the classic dumb football jock.

It was the summer and he and I both worked for my dads workshop. He built car pieces like the door, hood, etcetera. My birthday was coming up in 4 days so I got my paycheck early from pops.

As I drove threw town, I got the usual wonky stares and creepy pedestrians. The bank wasn't too far, I would be there in 5 minutes tops.

I drove in, parked and threw the America Fires doors. The name of the bank. I took one glance and saw that there was only one clerk (again) and a line of like 20 people. Sarcastically , there was only 6. But when there is only one clerk, it feels like 20. But next thing I knew, we all knew. There was a gun shot, and we dropped to the floor. 2 big guys with black hockey masks on , strode by to the clerk . Both each holding a shotgun. My heart raced.
"Give us the money!" Demanded one of the men ,shot gun locked and loaded. Pointing directly at the clerk's heart. He stammered an answer I couldn't understand. The sound of my own heart made all the harder to hear. The clerk turned and was , I assumed getting the money. But I couldn't see exactly. Thus on the floor. All I saw was a big man , and a shot gun. Then two bags of money. The one guy who had his gun on the clerk gestured the other to come over. But as this man ran over, a bullet went straight threw his skull.

The silent screams echoed in my ears. The man dropped instantly, drenching the carpet in blood.
"Shit", I hear the other guy mutter. He began to shoot blindly.
"Who the hell's out -"
Bam! Blood spilled down his face . His body crashed next to mine and I couldn't help the sudden "yelp!" That escaped my lips.
A small hourglass figure walked in .
Her face was very pale and her eyes dark blue, hair short and ginger . She wore a blue , green suite and tie.

She strode in with a .357 magnum pistol in her hand . "Stealing isn't very nice, so. I have saved all your lives, ha! No need to thank me, but. For the "oh how may I ever repay you?" , I want a ride. Then you are all safe to go." She said wickedly. She glanced around until her eyes met mine. I felt a jolt run threw me. "You", she pointed the barrel of the gun at me. "You are the one with the silver truck yes?"
I nodded .
"Good, now come on", she jerked her head. I was in shock, I tried to move but couldn't . She sighed and fired at the roof. Loud gasps sounded and next thing I knew I was leading her out to my car.

She let herself in to My car. But I didn't want to argue with a girl with a gun. And quickly jumped in and started the truck. It's engine roared to life and she said calmly. "Drive"
I felt the cold steel against my head and I instinctively slammed the gas petal.

Chapter 2 : The Theater

"Now take a right"

I wheeled the car round and it skidded across the lane. It was about 3 in the afternoon I assumed. But all my thoughts had been racing threw so fast I would wake up to me about to slam into another trash can.

"Where the hell am I even going?!" I said shakily. I heard her soft gentle laugh that eased my shakes only a little. Until I heard her say,"oh you'll find out."
I gulped, thinking I was a goner by the time she got to her destination. We had now been driving in a narrow strip of forest. The exit out of Scotswood .

"Now left", she pointed to a patch of elm trees. I slowed the car to a stop. "But there's no rode?" I was stupid enough to question.
"Of course there's no rode! Not anymore, just drive, you'll see." She answered knowingly. I wasn't stupid enough to argue and went ahead into the woods.

It was dark, the trees blocked out the sun. It had seemed it was never ending. This girl, this scary kid sat in the back quietly watching out the tinted windows. "Okay, is this some kind of-" my mouth stopped running and dropped in awe. We were out of the blue and in a complete waste land. "Yup, old Semidy Fair grounds! Closed down in 1976. I live there."
She pointed to a run drown, vine infested , theater.
"You live. There?"
"Yup." She slammed the truck door shut. I hopped out . She looked at me with a surprisingly puzzled expression. "What are you doing, your done. Go home."
"Wait wait what?" I waved my hands. Honestly surprised,"your not gonna shoot me?"
She laughed,"and why would I shoot you!? I don't just shoot people. "
I gulped,"but but. You sho-"
She answered before I could finish,"yeah, I shoot them. They were gonna shoot innocents, and did you see any cops anywhere?"
I shook my head.
"Right, so. I took care of it." She finished. "Now gnight!"
The hell was I doing I thought. But the question had already been let out. "Who are you?"
She moaned," you don't know when to shut up do you guy?"
I retorted," hey, I'm an 18 year old man! And I demand -" she shut me up with the gun barrel.
"And I'm a so called wanted 16 year old criminal." She said crossly. "Now, " she had suddenly stopped. I wondered if she was contemplating whether to shoot me or not. "K, it's better you stay with me ." She said and gestured to her so called "home". Who did she think she was!? I thought. I had to get home. To my house! My Family! My god damn check!
"What? No. I'm not gonna stay with an outlaw. The hell? "
She sighed. "Guy, they will want to interrogate you, plus, you are already wanted now. You know. accomplice. And . If you were to tell any one about this place , and where I am I'd have to kill yah!" She finished loudly. To make it clear. Which it did. It was either get shot, or . From all I knew. Get shot. So I huffed like a child and shuved my hands in my pockets and followed behind her.

Chapter 3 : Jester Cod

The theater had an odd , rusty scent. But, compared to the outside. It looked like a normal theater. She slumped into one of the auditorium chairs and sighed in content. "Now guy you are now under my roof, so. My rules shall we?" She stood back up and gestured me to sit down. I more like slammed my butt into the soft cushions . She started to pace in front of me , pointing her index figure up . "Rule 1: No touching. Anything! K."
I nodded.
"Rule 2:," she lifted another finger. "You listen to everything I tell you!"
I nodded.
She sneered," and rule 3" lifting up the last finger in the air. "Have fun"
My mouth dropped. Have fun? More like enjoy some hell kid! I crossed my arms and frowned. Not happy. At all. Then I had an idea. "Hey, you got a bathroom?"
She nodded,"your in a theater nitwit, down the hall, take a left." She pointed. As I got up and fast paced over , she hollered," oh, and rule 4, Don't try to escape!"
I rolled my eyes as I stepped in.

When I was done I came back to The Goonies. She sat in the far left corner on the top row farthest away from the screen. She ate popcorn while watching intently as Chum was trying hopelessly to put the balls back on the statue. I chuckled . I had always loved that scene. I felt a little more comfortable and walked up the steps until I reached where she was. I awkwardly sat , one seat from her. She didn't seem to notice until. "Popcorn?" She held it out for me.
Her eyes were like the ocean. I stared deep into her. What was I feeling? I snapped out of it when she shook the popcorn. "Huh, oh. Yeah sure, thanks." I took some. She smiled and about half way through the movie. I had drifted off to sleep.

I woke up, coughing as if I were drowning.

"Up Up guy! " she stood in front of me with a bucket. Had she just dumped water on me? It sure as hell woke me up. I was drenched. I shot up.
"The Hell!?"
"If your gonna be livin here, your gonna be workin here. K guy?"
I felt furious.
"Ok, first of all, my name is not guy! It's Phil. Phillip Jay Richardson!" I probably shouldn't had said my full name. "And why do you keep saying I'm gonna live here!?"
She laughed and grinned at my outburst. "Cause, you sorta are, at least until the cops get their hands full again, then you can leave. Phil."
I rose an eyebrow.
"Your name?"
She looked at me , wild eyed. "What?"
"Uh, yeah. Usually when you say your name, the person expects a name in exchange?" I mouthed.
"Oh,yeah" she shrugged. She looked around oddly. "Uh, Jester.. " she looked down and under one of the chairs was old trash from a Madger's restaurant Cod Sandwich.
"Cod.. Jester Cod." She finished. I rose an eyebrow. How obvious.
"No, your real name please."
She shook her head,"I told you, Jester Cod!" With that she stormed outside.

Chapter 4 : The Lonely Knight

I sighed as I followed her . The Sun had been out for a while. It was about 12 in the afternoon I assumed . Everything didn't look that bad. Just. Green , old , and a little scary. Like those horror films when the group of friends fine some abandoned haunted house. But in those movies, they never come back, and this right here was no movie. It was real life. But this place also had it's shine . Like the old wardrobe that lead to narnia. No one knew where we were. This place was a miracle hidden in plain sight.

Jester had gone off to this broken down Ferris wheel. It was obvious it didn't rotate anymore. But if it had, it would be safe to ride . She sat on the bottom looking out. I couldn't help but feel a little bad. But for what I wondered? I took a deep breath and strode over next to her. She just stared out.

"Hey, sorry. I guess." I said. She shook her head. "No, it's not you Phil, I should be sorry." I rose an eyebrow. Then shook it off when an important question had popped into mind.

"So, other than killing those two . What have you done to become a wanted?"
She looked as though she thought how to answer.
"Well. One things for sure, I'm wanted in two states so."
My jaw dropped. What did she do? The hell this 16 year old was capable of!?
She smirked," I. Don't think I'm the bad guy . You see. I take care of those. Who seek to harm the innocent. Because around here . The police get their hands so far up their asses they can't even feel what they are letting down. I'm like batman. I stalk the night . And capture criminals. But for good. Phil I have killed a lot of people. I'm not proud of it. But it needed to be done. " she then faced me with sternness in her gaze . "One mother. Had a gun to her and her sons head. This little boy was round 7 I thought. It was an early night when I witnessed what was going on. There was a man across the alley. On his knees pleading . The woman had said somethings along the line of,"you made this happen, now you have to choose." I gasped. How could someone be so ignorant, so. Soulless to put her own son in a situation such as this!" She growled. Then took a breath and continued. "So, know what I did. I didn't have a gun then. But. As she was pulling the trigger slowly. I could hear the changing of gears in clicks. I took matters into my own hands. Just before she completely pulled the trigger I had disarmed the gun she had at the boy. I rolled as she shot at me with her other gun. "

She stopped and stared out a moment. I could feel the tension rise in my chest. "She had pointed the barrel on the kid once again. Next thing I knew. The woman lay lifelessly on the cold , wet. Street In The alley. The little boy crying. And gun smoke coming from the gun I had just fired . I ended it. When I finally heard police sirens , I ran. She was the first person I ever killed ." She looked back up at me and took out her magnum. "I have had it ever since." She handed it to me. "You can take a look at it, your gonna need a gun soon anyways, I have a lot in the candy shack."

Description
The Run in with Jester Cod.

Prologue

I drove as fast as I could. Running at least 2 red lights, which in this sketchy town wasn't really a big deal. The police had there hands full with Drug dealers , Burglars, and even kidnappers. It wasn't easy living here. In Scotswood. We were a little village more than a town. Filled with more wackos then you could probably comprehend . But that's not why I'm driving like a maniac. Oh no. It's cause I have a wanted kid in the back seat , with a gun to my head.

Chapter 1 : The Bank

"Hey Phil!" Tom had greeted me. I waved my hand as I exited the workshop doors.
"Hey, wait up!" He had followed me out to my silver Toyota truck.
"Yeah?"
"Where you heading?"
I dug in the pocket of my jeans and took out a packaged envelope. "Got my paycheck early" I bragged.
Tom sneered," lucky bastard. Well, see yah!"
"See yah!"
Tom was probably one of some of the non-wackos in my town . He was also my best friend. He wasn't tall, nor short. But compared to me , he was at my shoulder. Then again I'm a lean slender , tall guy. 6ft. Which made him 5 something. He was light skinned and covered in freckles. Blonde hair and glasses. The classic high school geek. He never minded me teasing him about that. He called me the classic dumb football jock.

It was the summer and he and I both worked for my dads workshop. He built car pieces like the door, hood, etcetera. My birthday was coming up in 4 days so I got my paycheck early from pops.

As I drove threw town, I got the usual wonky stares and creepy pedestrians. The bank wasn't too far, I would be there in 5 minutes tops.

I drove in, parked and threw the America Fires doors. The name of the bank. I took one glance and saw that there was only one clerk (again) and a line of like 20 people. Sarcastically , there was only 6. But when there is only one clerk, it feels like 20. But next thing I knew, we all knew. There was a gun shot, and we dropped to the floor. 2 big guys with black hockey masks on , strode by to the clerk . Both each holding a shotgun. My heart raced.
"Give us the money!" Demanded one of the men ,shot gun locked and loaded. Pointing directly at the clerk's heart. He stammered an answer I couldn't understand. The sound of my own heart made all the harder to hear. The clerk turned and was , I assumed getting the money. But I couldn't see exactly. Thus on the floor. All I saw was a big man , and a shot gun. Then two bags of money. The one guy who had his gun on the clerk gestured the other to come over. But as this man ran over, a bullet went straight threw his skull.

The silent screams echoed in my ears. The man dropped instantly, drenching the carpet in blood.
"Shit", I hear the other guy mutter. He began to shoot blindly.
"Who the hell's out -"
Bam! Blood spilled down his face . His body crashed next to mine and I couldn't help the sudden "yelp!" That escaped my lips.
A small hourglass figure walked in .
Her face was very pale and her eyes dark blue, hair short and ginger . She wore a blue , green suite and tie.

She strode in with a .357 magnum pistol in her hand . "Stealing isn't very nice, so. I have saved all your lives, ha! No need to thank me, but. For the "oh how may I ever repay you?" , I want a ride. Then you are all safe to go." She said wickedly. She glanced around until her eyes met mine. I felt a jolt run threw me. "You", she pointed the barrel of the gun at me. "You are the one with the silver truck yes?"
I nodded .
"Good, now come on", she jerked her head. I was in shock, I tried to move but couldn't . She sighed and fired at the roof. Loud gasps sounded and next thing I knew I was leading her out to my car.

She let herself in to My car. But I didn't want to argue with a girl with a gun. And quickly jumped in and started the truck. It's engine roared to life and she said calmly. "Drive"
I felt the cold steel against my head and I instinctively slammed the gas petal.

Chapter 2 : The Theater

"Now take a right"

I wheeled the car round and it skidded across the lane. It was about 3 in the afternoon I assumed. But all my thoughts had been racing threw so fast I would wake up to me about to slam into another trash can.

"Where the hell am I even going?!" I said shakily. I heard her soft gentle laugh that eased my shakes only a little. Until I heard her say,"oh you'll find out."
I gulped, thinking I was a goner by the time she got to her destination. We had now been driving in a narrow strip of forest. The exit out of Scotswood .

"Now left", she pointed to a patch of elm trees. I slowed the car to a stop. "But there's no rode?" I was stupid enough to question.
"Of course there's no rode! Not anymore, just drive, you'll see." She answered knowingly. I wasn't stupid enough to argue and went ahead into the woods.

It was dark, the trees blocked out the sun. It had seemed it was never ending. This girl, this scary kid sat in the back quietly watching out the tinted windows. "Okay, is this some kind of-" my mouth stopped running and dropped in awe. We were out of the blue and in a complete waste land. "Yup, old Semidy Fair grounds! Closed down in 1976. I live there."
She pointed to a run drown, vine infested , theater.
"You live. There?"
"Yup." She slammed the truck door shut. I hopped out . She looked at me with a surprisingly puzzled expression. "What are you doing, your done. Go home."
"Wait wait what?" I waved my hands. Honestly surprised,"your not gonna shoot me?"
She laughed,"and why would I shoot you!? I don't just shoot people. "
I gulped,"but but. You sho-"
She answered before I could finish,"yeah, I shoot them. They were gonna shoot innocents, and did you see any cops anywhere?"
I shook my head.
"Right, so. I took care of it." She finished. "Now gnight!"
The hell was I doing I thought. But the question had already been let out. "Who are you?"
She moaned," you don't know when to shut up do you guy?"
I retorted," hey, I'm an 18 year old man! And I demand -" she shut me up with the gun barrel.
"And I'm a so called wanted 16 year old criminal." She said crossly. "Now, " she had suddenly stopped. I wondered if she was contemplating whether to shoot me or not. "K, it's better you stay with me ." She said and gestured to her so called "home". Who did she think she was!? I thought. I had to get home. To my house! My Family! My god damn check!
"What? No. I'm not gonna stay with an outlaw. The hell? "
She sighed. "Guy, they will want to interrogate you, plus, you are already wanted now. You know. accomplice. And . If you were to tell any one about this place , and where I am I'd have to kill yah!" She finished loudly. To make it clear. Which it did. It was either get shot, or . From all I knew. Get shot. So I huffed like a child and shuved my hands in my pockets and followed behind her.

Chapter 3 : Jester Cod

The theater had an odd , rusty scent. But, compared to the outside. It looked like a normal theater. She slumped into one of the auditorium chairs and sighed in content. "Now guy you are now under my roof, so. My rules shall we?" She stood back up and gestured me to sit down. I more like slammed my butt into the soft cushions . She started to pace in front of me , pointing her index figure up . "Rule 1: No touching. Anything! K."
I nodded.
"Rule 2:," she lifted another finger. "You listen to everything I tell you!"
I nodded.
She sneered," and rule 3" lifting up the last finger in the air. "Have fun"
My mouth dropped. Have fun? More like enjoy some hell kid! I crossed my arms and frowned. Not happy. At all. Then I had an idea. "Hey, you got a bathroom?"
She nodded,"your in a theater nitwit, down the hall, take a left." She pointed. As I got up and fast paced over , she hollered," oh, and rule 4, Don't try to escape!"
I rolled my eyes as I stepped in.

When I was done I came back to The Goonies. She sat in the far left corner on the top row farthest away from the screen. She ate popcorn while watching intently as Chum was trying hopelessly to put the balls back on the statue. I chuckled . I had always loved that scene. I felt a little more comfortable and walked up the steps until I reached where she was. I awkwardly sat , one seat from her. She didn't seem to notice until. "Popcorn?" She held it out for me.
Her eyes were like the ocean. I stared deep into her. What was I feeling? I snapped out of it when she shook the popcorn. "Huh, oh. Yeah sure, thanks." I took some. She smiled and about half way through the movie. I had drifted off to sleep.

I woke up, coughing as if I were drowning.

"Up Up guy! " she stood in front of me with a bucket. Had she just dumped water on me? It sure as hell woke me up. I was drenched. I shot up.
"The Hell!?"
"If your gonna be livin here, your gonna be workin here. K guy?"
I felt furious.
"Ok, first of all, my name is not guy! It's Phil. Phillip Jay Richardson!" I probably shouldn't had said my full name. "And why do you keep saying I'm gonna live here!?"
She laughed and grinned at my outburst. "Cause, you sorta are, at least until the cops get their hands full again, then you can leave. Phil."
I rose an eyebrow.
"Your name?"
She looked at me , wild eyed. "What?"
"Uh, yeah. Usually when you say your name, the person expects a name in exchange?" I mouthed.
"Oh,yeah" she shrugged. She looked around oddly. "Uh, Jester.. " she looked down and under one of the chairs was old trash from a Madger's restaurant Cod Sandwich.
"Cod.. Jester Cod." She finished. I rose an eyebrow. How obvious.
"No, your real name please."
She shook her head,"I told you, Jester Cod!" With that she stormed outside.

Chapter 4 : The Lonely Knight

I sighed as I followed her . The Sun had been out for a while. It was about 12 in the afternoon I assumed . Everything didn't look that bad. Just. Green , old , and a little scary. Like those horror films when the group of friends fine some abandoned haunted house. But in those movies, they never come back, and this right here was no movie. It was real life. But this place also had it's shine . Like the old wardrobe that lead to narnia. No one knew where we were. This place was a miracle hidden in plain sight.

Jester had gone off to this broken down Ferris wheel. It was obvious it didn't rotate anymore. But if it had, it would be safe to ride . She sat on the bottom looking out. I couldn't help but feel a little bad. But for what I wondered? I took a deep breath and strode over next to her. She just stared out.

"Hey, sorry. I guess." I said. She shook her head. "No, it's not you Phil, I should be sorry." I rose an eyebrow. Then shook it off when an important question had popped into mind.

"So, other than killing those two . What have you done to become a wanted?"
She looked as though she thought how to answer.
"Well. One things for sure, I'm wanted in two states so."
My jaw dropped. What did she do? The hell this 16 year old was capable of!?
She smirked," I. Don't think I'm the bad guy . You see. I take care of those. Who seek to harm the innocent. Because around here . The police get their hands so far up their asses they can't even feel what they are letting down. I'm like batman. I stalk the night . And capture criminals. But for good. Phil I have killed a lot of people. I'm not proud of it. But it needed to be done. " she then faced me with sternness in her gaze . "One mother. Had a gun to her and her sons head. This little boy was round 7 I thought. It was an early night when I witnessed what was going on. There was a man across the alley. On his knees pleading . The woman had said somethings along the line of,"you made this happen, now you have to choose." I gasped. How could someone be so ignorant, so. Soulless to put her own son in a situation such as this!" She growled. Then took a breath and continued. "So, know what I did. I didn't have a gun then. But. As she was pulling the trigger slowly. I could hear the changing of gears in clicks. I took matters into my own hands. Just before she completely pulled the trigger I had disarmed the gun she had at the boy. I rolled as she shot at me with her other gun. "

She stopped and stared out a moment. I could feel the tension rise in my chest. "She had pointed the barrel on the kid once again. Next thing I knew. The woman lay lifelessly on the cold , wet. Street In The alley. The little boy crying. And gun smoke coming from the gun I had just fired . I ended it. When I finally heard police sirens , I ran. She was the first person I ever killed ." She looked back up at me and took out her magnum. "I have had it ever since." She handed it to me. "You can take a look at it, your gonna need a gun soon anyways, I have a lot in the candy shack."