A young teen about 19 at the time wakes up at the bottom of the lake below the Golden Gate Bridge. He was about 5”11, black sleek hair and he had a very weird past. Coughing and chocking, the boy swims up to the surface. He then faints again and floats away. When he wakes up for a second time, he remembers nothing. All he knows is there is a chubby Scottish man slapping him awake with a plastic book. “Oi! The boy’s awake!” the man shouted to his friend. “What were ya doin at the bottom of this here lake, lady?” he said to the boy. “What happened?” the boy looked down at his hands. They were covered with grease, mud, and dirt. One of his fingers was oddly turning green; he knew it was infected now.
The boy got up and walked the perimeter of the ship. As the ship docked Jack recognized the side of the boat, “Joe’s clam shack” Jack read aloud. So they were clam fishers, he snorted and walked away. Jack was the first one to leave the ship. He started to walk away in the park that was beside the lake. “Young lad! Ye forgots yur bag!” The chubby Scottish man ran towards him with a backpack. The boy thanked him and went off. The men parted and walked their ways, never to see each other again. The boy turned the backpack around and looked for a name. “JRD” he read aloud. “Sir!” he said running back to the boat. “This isn’t mine,” he said when he caught up with the Scottish man. “This here bag is yurs sonny. Was with ya when we found ya at the bottom of this here Golden Gate Bridge” the man said. “Oh…” the boy said walking away. All I can remember is what happened in the last 15 minutes. Where do I live? What is my name? What do I do? Who am I? he thought. So many questions and so little answers. The boy walked across the city and found a big building. Maybe this can help me he thought. This building was a vault bank that stores any personal items. The boy rummaged through the backpack and found a vault card for this bank. The boy went inside and gave the card to the woman. Her eyes jumped out big and she started shaking. “Come with me,” she said leading him down towards the vaults. Once they had reached his number, she opened the curtain and held out a key. He took the key, went inside and closed the curtain. Behind the curtain was a small cubed box on a desk. He used the key the woman had given him and opened the box. Inside he found these: a wallet, 400,000 Yuan, $500,000, 600,000 euros, 300,000 pounds and a card with a picture on it. He rummaged through the rest of the box looking for anything hidden under; his hand touched a cold metal object. The boy picked it up. It was a .68 caliber pistol. The boy gasped and hid the gun back into the case. He looked through the wallet only to find a driver’s license. Unfortunately, this was not his; it said David Recum on it. The boy grunted and threw it back into the case. He stuffed the money into the wallet and put that into the bag. He looked at the other card, it had said trained psychologist. The name was for Jack Della. “JRD!” he explained. “Jack Della” he said, “I like it.” Jack stuffed the gun back into the safe. He then locked the safe, flipped the key to the woman and dashed out. Outside Jack still ran until he was halfway across the bridge. He looked back and shuddered. What was that all about? He wondered, that wasn’t really mine was it? Jack kept walking until he felt a drop on his head. It was rain, it was about to pour. Jack ran to the closest tree and sat under it to think. Jack looked around to see a dead end and nothing else but air around it. He walked up to the DEAD END sign in big red letters. It looked like it had been written in blood, or something else. Jack really did not want to find out. He suspiciously turned it around. There he found the real sign, which had been under the DEAD END sign. Jack pulled it off and looked at it, ENTRANCE TO RECATOVIA AHEAD, NO TRESPASSING. Jack scratched his head, he had never heard of a place as weird sounding as Recatovia. Jack walked back towards the bridge, as he did, he saw a newspaper stand. Maybe this could help him get back to the future. As Jack walked up to the stand, he also wondered where he was, and then he remembered the Scottish man’s words Golden Gate Bridge. Jack remembered his history well; he knew he was in California now. “One California Times please,” asked Jack. He reached into his bag for some money. The man waited patiently as Jack grasped the bill from inside. “Will this do?” he asked pulling out one hundred. The man's jaw dropped and his knees buckled. He handed the paper to Jack and loosely pulled the bill from Jack’s lose grasp. The man gave back $98 to Jack. “Keep it,” Jack said being nice. As Jack was leaving, he overheard two men talking. “-about the people on Recatovia?” said one man. “Boom” said another man making an explosion with his hands, “Everyone will be killed once and for all.” Jack did not like the sound of this, he needed to stop them. Jack ran all the way back to the bank. Outside, he thought he would be concealed by the crowd. He kneeled down, and what he found was a sandwich, a blackberry jam and crunchy peanut butter sandwich to be exact. I have not had lunch Jack thought, so he picked it up. As soon as he did, Jack’s boats ripped from the heel, producing horns. His brown eyes rolled back in his head and when they came back, they were bloodshot and red. Also, he felt his back being ripped apart, Jack screamed in pain as huge black wings ripped out of his back. Jack ran, not anywhere in particular but away from the public. Jack did not know what was happening. He did not have any control over himself. He still held the sandwich in his hand as he started walking to the “DEAD END” that he saw before. Jack sat down hearing the mans words in his head, “We will destroy Recatovia” he repeated. A figure behind the tree next to him gasped silently. She tiptoed off, not to be heard. She ran back to her house, “Gotta go daddy!” she said grabbing her keys and jumping out the door. She raced immediately to the helipad. Her driver Pedro was there ready to go. She threw Pedro the keys and they both got into her helicopter. Pedro knew exactly where he was going, he flew through the sky at top speed. When they landed, she stepped foot on Recatovia for the first time in a year. She ran through the gates and into the Gallery where everyone was. “Listen up! Although no one has attacked Recatovia before, you are all in danger” she yelled to everyone with her loud voice. From the crowd all she could here was “What?” “Yeah right” “Yeah, of course I believe you” and “Okay, and next we are going to get attacked by evil tomatoes. Jack still by the ledge, uncontrollably jumped off the cliff. He felt the wind rush through his longish hair. Before hitting the ground, his black huge wings he had seen before snapped out and caught the wind. He soared upward. At first, Jack did not like this idea, he thought it was dangerous. Jack’s eyes turned a little redder, and then he flew towards a floating fortress in the distance. Out of nowhere, Jack pulled a tomato out of his belt. He pressed his thumb into it and threw it at the ground before it grew to the size of a car and ripped a whole in the wall. The girl stumbled back by the blow. Jack laughed an evil laugh and large spikes came jabbing out of his arm. There was no cry this time. It was as if Jack was not here at all. Evil Jack flew up to the top of a tower and knocked it off using his newly grown spikes. Jack squeezed another tomato and threw it at the door. The tomato grew right in front of the girl. “Everyone stand back,” she yelled stepping forward. The car-sized tomato charged, she sidestepped and lunged in kicking it in the back. The tomato yelled out in fury as a big bruise appeared on the tomatoes backside. She punched a face shot and received a body check back. As she fell to the ground, she managed to fling her leg out and trip the tomato. As she got up, she slammed her foot into the tomato. It then popped, sending tomato juice flying everywhere. Jack rammed his new spikes into the wall creating huge holes. Where Jack’s normal back molars had been before were gone, what stood in their place were big black fangs. Jack hissed and spit on the people below. Jack threw down tomato after tomato watching it eat up the whole kingdom piece by piece. Jack took notice to the girl who fought back. He spared her but only left her a floating island no bigger then the size two sitting tree stumps. He had also destroyed the other girls along with Pedro and the helicopter. “Don’t worry, you’re still here,” he said laughing as she sat there and cried. “You are a sick man!” she yelled, tears streaming down her face. By this time, she could not even show her face so she put her head in her arms and cried. Jack just laughed and took off. He felt good, but now that he had become evil, he was starting to get flashbacks of before. Thoughts and vague memories flowed through his mind. One in particular, “Jack Della, I’m sorry to say that your father David Recum has died in a- um car crash with your mom while they headed to the airport. You will be sent to live with your aunt.” “David Recum-father-dead” Jack said briefly. His own tears streamed down his face. As they did, his fangs shrunk and his spikes declined. Jack winced, “Huh?” He noticed the change of his emotions changed. He was not being controlled any more. Jack started walking home when he heard a copter above him. “There he is!” he heard someone shout. A rope was let down as two agents with guns dropped down. Jack picked up his speed a little. Instead of running away from the copter, he ran to the bank for a brief visit. “Jack Della” he said at the front desk. He ran to his vault all by himself and opened it with the key. He slipped the pistol into his sweatshirt pocket and ran out leaving his safe open. As he ran out into the streets, he drew attention from the two men running by. He saw them and turned the corner running towards a big white factory. Jack jumped over a fence and slipped under an electric fence, leaving the agents only yards behind. He ran into the factory and took an abrupt left, heading up the stairs. He soon realized that this was a soda factory. He took out his gun and hid behind a big stack of filled bottles. The agents rushed in, kicking the door to the side. Jack saw one of the agents motion to the other to go up the stairs while the other one ran down. Jack ran down the hallway and ducked inside another room. The agent walked slowly and cautiously with his gun raised as he looked for Jack. Passing the room that Jack was in; Jack popped out and shot the man in the back making an echo through the factory. Jack ran over to the man and opened his jacket. Jack found an ID card that said John Matthews, Recatovia security. Jack took this for further review. He took the operates gun and continued down the stairs. Releasing his cover, he was seen by the man below, Jack ducked just in time as the shot flew over his head and hit the fire alarm, which set it off. Jack ran sideways shooting both guns as he did so. None of them even came close to hitting him. Jack then hit one stack of bottles behind the man, throwing him off balance. He then shot, while the man was in the air, and hit him through the throat. Both men were dead and the police would be after him soon enough. Jack ran out the back door just slowly enough to be seen by one police member. “Over there around the building!” he shouted sending his team around to the other side. Evil Jack smirked and pulled his wings out, sending him shooting through the air. He landed on top of the building and waited.
“Move, move!” said the team leader coming around the side. The team open fired into space, hoping to catch something. Nobody was in sight. The leader starched his head in confusion and started back towards the helicopter. Jack walked to the edge of the roof and sat down sighing. The same memory flashed through his mind, but this time he concentrated on information. “Jack Della, I’m sorry to say that your father David Recum has died in a- um car crash with your mom while they headed to the airport. You will be sent to live with your aunt.” It went through his mind, but Jack looked around. He paused the memory and looked at the police car. “LAPD” he read seeing the giant letters, “Los Angeles Police Department” Jack said figuring out the acronym. He then looked at the street sign “4th Street” it read. Then he looked for a house number. “45” it showed on the door above Jack’s 13 year old head. “Number 45, 4th Street, Los Angeles, California” Jack said automatically. Jack jumped off the building and took to the stars. He pulled out his wings and darted across LA. As he went onto 4th street, he saw a beach nearby. Jack dropped his jaw in awe as he looked across Hermosa Beach. His devil horns retracted into Jack’s head without notice. Jack landed on the street in front of the house. He walked up to the door and kicked it open. Jack’s father was on the couch watching a movie; Jack recognized it as I, Robot. David heard the door slam open and turned around pulling out a gun from his shirt pocket. “Jack” he said lowering the gun. “Dad” he said in joy. “I can see it’s gotten to you too boy” he said looking at Jack’s wings. “What do you mean?” Jack said as his wings shriveled up and went back under his flesh. “Well, son. When I told you many years ago, I was doing business in my office upstairs and would never let you in. Well, I was creating a new world hunger solution. That is right. A sandwich that would never be dissolved. One person could eat it and keep eating it. It would fill up your stomach, but would never be eaten. This turned out terrible. The sandwich had its own mind and would possess the owner. When you ate it, it would control your body forever, raising your aggression level and need for pain. When the sandwich was complete, it took me over and I went berserk. The CIA was after me, and when I drove my car over the bridge, they thought I was finished. I just flipped out my wings and flew back here. Ever since nobody has looked for me. Many people bought the sandwich before word got out, many of them died. However, the ones who did not eat it were saved. Even at the touch of the sandwich can you be controlled. It makes it hard to get rid of.” “How did you get rid of it?” Jack questioned. “I don’t know. The power was so great that many things I cannot remember.” Jack’s mad side took over. “You brought this pain on me!” Jack shouted punching his father in the face. His wings grew taller and his horns grew back fast. He brought his hand to David’s throat and shoved him against the wall. “Why did you do this to me?” Jack screamed. He slammed David’s head against the wall. “Why!?” he yelled again. Jack took out his gun and held it up to the man’s head. “Wait! The only way you can fight the sandwich is with happiness, sadness or joy. Anger and violence make it stronger,” David said. “Goodbye old man” Jack said as he pulled the trigger. The man slid down the wall leaving blood pouring on the floor. “I’ve killed my father,” Jack said softly, “I’ve killed my father!” he yelled as tears poured down his cheeks. Jack took to the skies and flew. He found somewhere that looked familiar. A small house was the only thing on this floating island. Jack sat down at the edge of the house and cried his eyes out until he could not cry anymore. He remembered his father’s words, “The only way you can fight the sandwich is with happiness, sadness or joy. Anger and violence make it stronger.” “He brought this pain to me,” Jack said in an angry voice. Two sandwiches appeared in front of Jack on the stone beside him. One of the them wore a halo with a white robe. The other wore a red cloak with a trident next to him. “Jack” said the white one, “Look what it has done to you. It’s turned you into a monster. This needs to stop before it gets out of control. It made you kill your own father. Listen to me, please! Take my word and leave that sandwich. “No!” said the red one, “This sandwich gives you power like you have never had before. Wings, horns, destruction, it’s great. The next step is ruler of the world. You need to keep the sandwich to rule.” “Jack listen,” said the one with the halo, “I know it’s hard for you, but let me tell you this. Your father was a great man. I know he did not want it to end like this for you. When he created this sandwich it was a fluke and it’s your job to throw it away. Help what your father started in memory of him.” Jack eyes started to wet. “My father…” Jack said in a soft voice, “HE HATED ME!” Jack yelled at the top of his lungs. “Yesss,” said the red one. “No!” The one with the halo spoke again, “This is just what they want. Your father will live along with you in your heart to the end of time no matter what. But could you bare the torture and guilt that letting him down would bring? I think not. Do what’s right Jack.” The sandwiches disappeared leaving him to the real world now. Jack took out his locket from around his neck and opened it. Inside was a picture of Jack’s father lifting him up into the sky like an airplane when he was about six years old. Jack’s eyes shimmered from tears that refused to drop. Two tears dropped onto the locket around each other creating a heart on the glass casing. Jack had made up his mind. He put the locket back around his neck and put it under his shirt. From the other side came a girl about his age. “Hello? Are you okay?” she said coming around to the other side of the house. She stepped back, recognizing him as the man who destroyed Recatovia. “You destroyed my home,” she said stepping up with an angry tone, “How could you?” she yelled tears coming down softly down from her eyes. “Not me, but the sandwich,” Jack replied stepping up. “This sandwich possesses me causing me to do un-normal things. It raises my aggression level. I killed my father because of this and now I want to destroy it. I loved my father and wish I hadn’t killed him.” Jack leaned on her shoulder and cried. “It’s okay” she said patting his head. “No, it’s not. He’s dead, and because of me,” he said with a sniffled voice. “Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault” she said getting closer. Jack’s wings, horns, and devil boots retracted and Jack was lifted into the air. Jack’s heart glowed with a white beam of light that lifted him into the air. An explosion erupted around Jack as all of his anger swept out of him. The sandwich flew from his hand and blasted away into California. “What was that?” she yelled in amazement. “I must have stored enough emotion to blow the sandwich away,” Jack said joyfully. He hugged the girl with a very big bear hug and thanked her. Inside, the girl thought, I really feel bad for him and I want to cheer him up. He’s also kinda’ cute. She hugged him back. “You may not have your father, but you still have me. Jack stared into space. He did not want this moment to ever end. He had another flashback. This time it was of his child life; he was about seven in this memory. Jack was behind a tree with another girl. Jack could see his lips close and lock around the other girls’. His first kiss. After it was over, young Jack looked into the girls’ eyes. He could see the sparkling blue shine off the sun. The girl interrupted the memory. “Jack?” she said. “You remember,” Jack said smiling. “I love you insert girl’s name here,” Jack said, moving closer to her. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. He moved his head closer to her, going in for the kiss. Their lips met at the middle, locking them together. She put her hands around his neck and locked them together. “Best day ever,” Jack said into her ear softly. She smiled and pulled him back in.
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