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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4183446" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Thin Jack: Part 6 – Jack Attack</strong></p><p></p><p>Vanvon filmed scenes throughout the day. Only Archive left the set to do research in the local library, which was miles away. </p><p></p><p>The manic director left Christine little time to catch her breath. All her scenes were crammed into the early shoot. </p><p></p><p>“Thanks for the puppy,” she snapped at Blade during one of her few breaks. “Alex would have had a meltdown if I didn’t let him keep the damn dog.”</p><p></p><p>“Welcome,” mumbled Blade.</p><p></p><p>“So what is this? Are you stalking me now? Is that how it’s going to be, you’ll be at every one of my shoots?”</p><p></p><p>Blade looked at her in disbelief. “You forget that I saved your life? Remember the lights falling? The crazy stalker?”</p><p></p><p>Christine looked sideways at him. She sighed and her defenses seemed to crumble. “Fine, right. I fired my security team after that, which is probably why Vanvon even let you on the set in the first place.” She jabbed a finger in his shoulder. “Look, don’t screw this up for me, okay? This film could be my big break. I need it. Alex and I both need it.”</p><p></p><p>Blade nodded. “I can make alimony payments again. As you pointed out, I’ve got a new job...”</p><p></p><p>Christine allowed a brief smile. “That’s not what I meant, but thanks. Just keep sending Alex gifts and I’ll consider us even. I’ve never seen him so happy.”</p><p></p><p>The boy was free to roam outside in the middle of the set with his puppy. The two of them ran around shouting and playing. To Vanvon’s credit, he refrained from bellowing at either of them. It wasn’t until Blade realized that Alex was dressed in period clothes that he figured it out; a kid and a dog running in the street would make for the perfect backdrop. Alex and Zander were just a prop to Vanvon. They were the next best thing to tumbleweeds.</p><p></p><p>“I’m glad,” said Blade.</p><p></p><p>“Listen…I was going to send Alex to camp.” Christine fixed her gaze on him. His heart skipped a beat. Christine was gorgeous, even when she was snarling at him. He forgot how startlingly blue her eyes were. “But he wants to stay with you. I told him I’d talk to you about it.”</p><p></p><p>“I think that’d be great,” said Blade. “I’d love to have him.”</p><p></p><p>Christine exhaled. She’d been holding her breath. “Good. I don’t like leaving him at camp. He needs a father figure in his life.”</p><p></p><p>The sun was setting. It was getting dark. “Alex!” shouted Christine. “Back to the trailer!”</p><p></p><p>“Okay mom,” came the faint response. The door slammed shut to her trailer.</p><p></p><p>The sunlight rapidly disappeared behind the distant mountains. </p><p></p><p>“Back to the saloon set, everyone!” shouted Vanvon. “It’s time for Jack’s scenes.”</p><p></p><p>Christine put on her game face and walked back onto the set. </p><p></p><p>"Can I have a cigarette?” she asked. “Where's my script? Derik? Derik!?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes," said VanVon. "What is it?"</p><p></p><p>"What is it?" asked Christine in disbelief. "What's the shot? What's going on here?"</p><p></p><p>Vanvon walked listlessly to her.</p><p></p><p>"All right," says Vanvon. "Christine, this is the scene from the night before, where you first have Drake for dinner. Dan has tried his damndest to convince you that hiring a hitman is not the way to deal with Buffer, but you don't believe him. Is that clear? Good, start eating. And you, Robey,” he pointed at a figure that was standing on the edge of pools of light, just outside their vision. “Ignore your guest and read the papers she brought you.”</p><p></p><p>Jack, dressed in his fedora and dark red duster, stepped into the light, but a gloom seemed to hang over him. His features were still obscured by the hat.</p><p></p><p>“Good,” said Vanvon. “Excellent. Roll camera. And--action!"</p><p></p><p>Christine ate uneasily while Jack pored over a document.</p><p></p><p>"Look at your host, Dolores," said Vanvon. "Could this have been the stranger who fought with Buffer?"</p><p></p><p>Jack, his face concealed by a heavy wrap, continued read the document.</p><p></p><p>"Are you afraid of him?" asked Vanvon. "Is he even human? How do you feel about eating near him? About spending the night with him alone?"</p><p></p><p>Christine ate distractedly.</p><p></p><p>"Now reach for the knife," said Vanvon. "Cut a slice of bread. Slice...slice...watch your finger, Christine..."</p><p></p><p>Christine, her attention fixed on Jack, cut her thumb. A little blood welled up.</p><p></p><p>"Damn!" shouted Christine.</p><p></p><p>"Look!" shouted Vanvon. "Blood, BLOOD!!"</p><p></p><p>Jack looked up, dropped the contract, and stood quickly. He began breathing very hard and tried to grab Christine’s hand. She pulled away.</p><p></p><p>"Damn it, Vanvon," said Christine. " I really cut myself!"</p><p></p><p>"Calm down, Christine!" said Vanvon..</p><p></p><p>"You did that intentionally!" shouted Christine. "That knife was sharpened like a razor!"</p><p></p><p>Jack grabbed Christine's hand again.</p><p></p><p>"Jesus Christ!" shouted Christine. "Get this <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> off of me!"</p><p></p><p>Blade took a step forward when the light and camera tipped over and the darkness in the room was total. Guppy located another light and hooked it up. </p><p></p><p>Wilson was prone on the ground.</p><p></p><p>"My God," shouted Kalms. "Homer!" He rushed to Wilson's side and kneeled down. Behind him, the upended camera spooled film onto the ground.</p><p></p><p>"Homer!" shouted Christine, standing over Wilson’s body helplessly. "Damn it, Derik, he isn't breathing!"</p><p></p><p>Vanvon hurried over to him. "Christine, get back to your trailer." No one moved.</p><p></p><p>"I said get the film, take it to the trailer!" He shoves Kalms and grabbed Christine by the arm. "Christine, move!" </p><p></p><p>But Christine just stood where she was and stared. "Leave the rest. Christine, help him with the film."</p><p></p><p>Nothing.</p><p></p><p>"Randy!" shouted Vanvon. Nothing. </p><p></p><p>Vanvon stood speechless, his worst nightmare realized: he'd lost control of his film. </p><p></p><p>The film finished rolling out of the open camera. When it stopped, Hammer stood up from examining the body. “He’s dead.”</p><p></p><p>"Help me with Homer," said Blade. He and Hammer lifted Wilson's body and started to carry it out.</p><p></p><p>"We're finished for the night," says Kalms. "Everyone to their trailers."</p><p></p><p>They all hurried out. Vanvon glared at them, standing his ground by the broken camera.</p><p></p><p>"Let's go, Derik," said Kalms. "Leave the damn camera."</p><p></p><p>Vanvon followed angrily. </p><p></p><p>When the others were gone, the agents were all that remained. </p><p></p><p>Guppy was staring at his hand, a strange device patched together with duct tape. It looked like a spotlight. “That’s so strange.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” asked Archive. </p><p></p><p>“I built this device…it’s an ultraviolet projector. I tried to aim it at Jack.” Guppy looked down at his hand again, as if it didn’t belong to him. “But I couldn’t. It was almost like…”</p><p></p><p>“Jack wouldn’t let us,” said Caprice.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4183446, member: 3285"] [b]Thin Jack: Part 6 – Jack Attack[/b] Vanvon filmed scenes throughout the day. Only Archive left the set to do research in the local library, which was miles away. The manic director left Christine little time to catch her breath. All her scenes were crammed into the early shoot. “Thanks for the puppy,” she snapped at Blade during one of her few breaks. “Alex would have had a meltdown if I didn’t let him keep the damn dog.” “Welcome,” mumbled Blade. “So what is this? Are you stalking me now? Is that how it’s going to be, you’ll be at every one of my shoots?” Blade looked at her in disbelief. “You forget that I saved your life? Remember the lights falling? The crazy stalker?” Christine looked sideways at him. She sighed and her defenses seemed to crumble. “Fine, right. I fired my security team after that, which is probably why Vanvon even let you on the set in the first place.” She jabbed a finger in his shoulder. “Look, don’t screw this up for me, okay? This film could be my big break. I need it. Alex and I both need it.” Blade nodded. “I can make alimony payments again. As you pointed out, I’ve got a new job...” Christine allowed a brief smile. “That’s not what I meant, but thanks. Just keep sending Alex gifts and I’ll consider us even. I’ve never seen him so happy.” The boy was free to roam outside in the middle of the set with his puppy. The two of them ran around shouting and playing. To Vanvon’s credit, he refrained from bellowing at either of them. It wasn’t until Blade realized that Alex was dressed in period clothes that he figured it out; a kid and a dog running in the street would make for the perfect backdrop. Alex and Zander were just a prop to Vanvon. They were the next best thing to tumbleweeds. “I’m glad,” said Blade. “Listen…I was going to send Alex to camp.” Christine fixed her gaze on him. His heart skipped a beat. Christine was gorgeous, even when she was snarling at him. He forgot how startlingly blue her eyes were. “But he wants to stay with you. I told him I’d talk to you about it.” “I think that’d be great,” said Blade. “I’d love to have him.” Christine exhaled. She’d been holding her breath. “Good. I don’t like leaving him at camp. He needs a father figure in his life.” The sun was setting. It was getting dark. “Alex!” shouted Christine. “Back to the trailer!” “Okay mom,” came the faint response. The door slammed shut to her trailer. The sunlight rapidly disappeared behind the distant mountains. “Back to the saloon set, everyone!” shouted Vanvon. “It’s time for Jack’s scenes.” Christine put on her game face and walked back onto the set. "Can I have a cigarette?” she asked. “Where's my script? Derik? Derik!?" "Yes," said VanVon. "What is it?" "What is it?" asked Christine in disbelief. "What's the shot? What's going on here?" Vanvon walked listlessly to her. "All right," says Vanvon. "Christine, this is the scene from the night before, where you first have Drake for dinner. Dan has tried his damndest to convince you that hiring a hitman is not the way to deal with Buffer, but you don't believe him. Is that clear? Good, start eating. And you, Robey,” he pointed at a figure that was standing on the edge of pools of light, just outside their vision. “Ignore your guest and read the papers she brought you.” Jack, dressed in his fedora and dark red duster, stepped into the light, but a gloom seemed to hang over him. His features were still obscured by the hat. “Good,” said Vanvon. “Excellent. Roll camera. And--action!" Christine ate uneasily while Jack pored over a document. "Look at your host, Dolores," said Vanvon. "Could this have been the stranger who fought with Buffer?" Jack, his face concealed by a heavy wrap, continued read the document. "Are you afraid of him?" asked Vanvon. "Is he even human? How do you feel about eating near him? About spending the night with him alone?" Christine ate distractedly. "Now reach for the knife," said Vanvon. "Cut a slice of bread. Slice...slice...watch your finger, Christine..." Christine, her attention fixed on Jack, cut her thumb. A little blood welled up. "Damn!" shouted Christine. "Look!" shouted Vanvon. "Blood, BLOOD!!" Jack looked up, dropped the contract, and stood quickly. He began breathing very hard and tried to grab Christine’s hand. She pulled away. "Damn it, Vanvon," said Christine. " I really cut myself!" "Calm down, Christine!" said Vanvon.. "You did that intentionally!" shouted Christine. "That knife was sharpened like a razor!" Jack grabbed Christine's hand again. "Jesus Christ!" shouted Christine. "Get this :):):):):):):) off of me!" Blade took a step forward when the light and camera tipped over and the darkness in the room was total. Guppy located another light and hooked it up. Wilson was prone on the ground. "My God," shouted Kalms. "Homer!" He rushed to Wilson's side and kneeled down. Behind him, the upended camera spooled film onto the ground. "Homer!" shouted Christine, standing over Wilson’s body helplessly. "Damn it, Derik, he isn't breathing!" Vanvon hurried over to him. "Christine, get back to your trailer." No one moved. "I said get the film, take it to the trailer!" He shoves Kalms and grabbed Christine by the arm. "Christine, move!" But Christine just stood where she was and stared. "Leave the rest. Christine, help him with the film." Nothing. "Randy!" shouted Vanvon. Nothing. Vanvon stood speechless, his worst nightmare realized: he'd lost control of his film. The film finished rolling out of the open camera. When it stopped, Hammer stood up from examining the body. “He’s dead.” "Help me with Homer," said Blade. He and Hammer lifted Wilson's body and started to carry it out. "We're finished for the night," says Kalms. "Everyone to their trailers." They all hurried out. Vanvon glared at them, standing his ground by the broken camera. "Let's go, Derik," said Kalms. "Leave the damn camera." Vanvon followed angrily. When the others were gone, the agents were all that remained. Guppy was staring at his hand, a strange device patched together with duct tape. It looked like a spotlight. “That’s so strange.” “What?” asked Archive. “I built this device…it’s an ultraviolet projector. I tried to aim it at Jack.” Guppy looked down at his hand again, as if it didn’t belong to him. “But I couldn’t. It was almost like…” “Jack wouldn’t let us,” said Caprice. [/QUOTE]
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