Nothing Strange

The upside to leading an exile that I didn't exactly care to be a part of was that it was a pleasant day. There was a cool breeze, there were puffy clouds, and the sky was a curulean blue. Yes sir, the nice day almost made me forget how odd this whole thing was. Almost. "How much further are  the outskirts?" Olivia asks. "I don't. Maybe Jack knows." I say. Jack snickers to himself then replies. "Much further."  I stop walking. Which in turn forces Olivia and Jack to stop walking. "What's the hold up?" Olivia asks. "I don't feel like walking anymore." I say. "I don't either, but we have to." "Do we?" I ask. "I think we do." Olivia starts to walk. I still don't budge. "Maybe there's another way." I say. "Like what?" "What if we we took him underground?" I say, glancing at a manhole. "That's not out of town." Olivia reminds. "Maybe not, but it's out of sight." "I don't know about this. He could still come back if we place him underground." "He could, but there's also nothing to stop coming back if we took him way out to the outskirts of town. " "That's right!" Jack blurts. Olivia sighs. "Well, I am tired of walking."

Preparing the Exile

How do you exile someone properly? Easy, you send Olivia and Scott to do it. I was actually starting to feel bad for the madman, or Jack as I've been recently told. He's been smacked, stabbed and bound, but I have to remind myself that he's the bad guy. That he's the one who broke into Bella's store nearly scaring her to death. Wilber wrapped chains around Jack's body. He then gave Olivia and  I the ends of the chain. I remember seeing in a book a man being dragged out of his house in Salem. He was in chains very much like these. I'm not saying that Jack is a witch or even wrongly accused, but the whole thing feels off. Like we're regressing. Then again, I don't know what the right way is to go about this. "Where should we take him?" I ask. "To the outskirts of town." Wilber replies. "That doesn't seem very far." "Then take him further." Wilber scolds. "But how do you know he won't come back?" "He won't."

Not Food

"I'm taking care of things." Wilber says to Bella while still forcing Jack's head. "It looks out of control to me." She says. "Bella, please. I got this." "Do not use my plants like this." Wilber turns his head slightly. Bella has her arms crossed. "I'm teaching him a lesson." Wilber insists. "You don't need my plants to do that." "Do you remember what he did to you?" Wilber asks. "I don't care. My Regina will not be a murderer." Wilber stares at Bella for a moment. "I'm serious." She says. Wilber begrudgingly let's go of Jack. Jack backs away from Regina."Thanks. I knew you had some humanity." "Shut up. You're not out of the woods yet." Wilber smacks Jack hard across the face with the back of his hand. Jack falls over. Wilber glances at Jack on the floor and then up at Bella. "So, what should we do with him?" Bella takes a deep breath then speaks. "Exile him."

Be Afraid

Jack was face to face with Regina, the monstrous Venus fly trap. "Scared?" Wilber asks, placing his blade against Jack's throat. "Not even close." Jack replies. "You should be. This could eat you whole."  "Can it?" "Excuse me?" "Do you know that for a fact that it could eat me?" Jack asks. "I don't have to know it as a fact. Look at it." Jack smiles to himself. "You wanna kill me?Go for it. But maybe you should be asking yourself why you want to end me so bad?" "Because you're a low life punk." Wilber says. "Ah and that'll make you feel better pushing anything that isn't pleasant out of sight." "I want to make this town safer." Wilber shouts. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Wilber, not wanting to argue anymore, grabs the back of Jack's head. He forces it an inch from Regina. Regina opens her mouth wide to reveal razor sharp teeth. She is salivating and Jack has a look of terror in his eyes. "Are you scared now!" Wilber shouts, more crazed than ever. "What's going on?" Out of the corner of his eye Wilber sees a terrified Bella. "What's going on?" She asks again.

Tied Up

The prisoner awoke to find himself tied up. Wilber hovered over him, holding his rusty knife. It seemed to the prisoner that Wilber was taking a sadistic delight at his predicament. The prisoner tried to protest, but he soon found his voice muffled by a piece of duct tape. Wilber ripped the tape off the prisoner's mouth. The prisoner yelled in pain. "Who are you?" Wilber shouts. "Why should I tell you?" Wilber sticks the knife in The prisoner's face. "That's why." The prisoner laughs. "You wouldn't use that." Wilber quickly slashes the prisoner's left check, just under his eye. "Fuck.! Ok the name's Jack." "Jack Who?" "O'Brian. Jack O'Brian." "And what do you want, Mr. O' Brian?" Jack laughs again. "Drugs. That's all I ever wanted." "Well, you're not gonna get drugs." "Is that so?" Jack says cockily. "It is." Wilber stabs jack in the leg. Jack bites his lip hard, trying not to scream.  "Hurt me all you want. I don't care. I'll heal." "I could kill you." "But you won't." Wilber pauses for a moment. He knows Jack is right, but would never admit it. Instead he unties Jack. "So, I'm free?" Jack asks. "Not even close." "Then what is this?" "It's Plan B. I'm gonna take you some where. But if you so much cough without my permission then you're dead. And mean that."

Distraught

Bella ran into the fountain shop. She slammed the door against the wall.Every head in the store turned to her, including Wilber. Wilber saw Bella's distraught appearance, and naturally thought she was upset with him. "I'm better now, but I was sick earlier. Very sick. " He says the last part to Norm who is standing next to him. "Yeah. He was sick as a dog." Norm says. "What? No, I don't care about that." Bella replies trying to catch her breath. Norm rolls his eyes. "Nice to know you care about the guy." "I have a problem." She shouts. "Yeah, you and everyone else." Norm remarks. "Would you shut up? There is a man in my store, and no, he is not supposed to be there." Everyone is suddenly quiet. "What does the man look like?" Wilber asks. Bella shrugs. "I don't know. Long, tangled beard. Dirty trench coat." Norm turns to me. "He sure sounds familiar." "I thought you dealt with him." Wilbur says. "I did..sort of. " Wilber sighs. "I got this." "No, I can do this." I say. Wilber shakes his head and throws off his apron. "No. I will do it. I was in the army after all."

Slow Effect

The madman took sips, little sips. It was taking a painfully long time for him to finish his tea, but Bella didn't mind. She knew the end result would be worth it. "This isn't bad. Although I wouldn't say it's good either." The madman remarks. "It's a bit of an acquired taste." Bella says. "I guess. So, when's it supposed to kick in?" "Soon. Just keep drinking." The prisoner slams the mug on the floor. "That's the last of it, and I don't feel anything yet." "You will. It creeps up on you." Bella assures. "You sure this is the real deal?" "I'm positive." "Well, then while waiting for the effects of this drug to "creep" in, you might as well show me around. " He says, pointing the rusty knife at her. Bella gave the madman a tour, just like he wanted. However, she made it point not to show him exotic and interesting that would ignite his imagination. That meant no giant Venus fly traps. She stopped every few feet to drone on and on, throwing out uninteresting facts. She knew she was boring him, and she was happy to do so. Eventually he asked if he could sit for a moment. Naturally she complied. She watched as he slowly gave into his tiredness. The madman closed his eyes and fell over. She studied his sleeping body for a minute before she realized it was safe to move.  She disarmed the man. After that she placed heavy pots on the folds of his coat. This time, when he woke up,  he wouldn't be going anywhere.