trick or treat

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So of course, here's Jack, meandering down the corridors with a bowl of sweet candies in arm; every now and then he'd reach in blindly for one and eat it.

"Mister Ja~ack," he sings, apparently looking for that one Contractor counterpart of his - but he's just passing the music rooms here and then, perhaps looking to catch a certain someone.

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Oh, that was no fun. Jack wasn't playing along, perhaps too frightened to notice the smirk on Glen's face.

For a moment Glen wished to use the blonde, to take as he wished from him with no strings attached. He knew better, however, because he knew he loved Jack, that he could love this Jack, given the right time and circumstance. Still, he said nothing, made no move to tug on his hair or kiss his lips. It would serve no purpose in the end but to hurt both the other and himself.

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Too bad Glen didn't know just how terrified this Jack was of him - or any Glen, for that matter, how deep his scars and fears ran.

Jack settled, back down on the edge of the bed, and the silence stretched awkwardly as he waited for Glen to fall asleep, or to give him another order. Either or.

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"Tell me, Jack. Did your wickedness spawn only from your jealousies, or were you born with such shadows?" Yes, he was certainly picking on him, and let it become obvious.

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Well, that was certainly a way to break the silence. Jack narrowed his eyes at Glen, remembering how acidic his words could get.

"Did yours?" He mumbled under his breath, before looking away. "What does it matter to you?"

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"You claim to love me yet you can not answer that?" He raised an eyebrow, "And I am merely curious how such a transformation could take place. If there is an ounce of wickedness in Jack's heart, it is only because I put it there."

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Jack's eyes shot wide at Glen's answer - seven years of living being at his beck and call - and he laced his hands again, tightly.

"I grew up differently, that's all."

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Glen could see what he was doing, but wasn't able to back down just yet. He hadn't done any bullying in some time, and though he preferred not to bully Jack, this one he felt less sorry for.

"Oh?" It was a request for him to go on.

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Fine. Fine. If Glen was being difficult about this, then why not give him food for thought?

"I was under the care of a governess - who only cared about her wages - all the time. My family and I were barely on speaking terms. My brothers would bully me; I had only a handful of friends, those that they had not managed to scare away.

I first learned to lie when I was five, first learned to hurt other people when I was seven. My first sweetheart was my first kiss, my first lover, and she broke my heart just before moving away. My first kill was at sixteen, and I never looked back. I apologise if my life doesn't make a satisfactory bedtime story, Lord Baskerville." His tone was icy, without him realising it. "Would you like another?"

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Glen liked hearing the icy tone, preferring Jack be more genuine than frightened. It was far more interesting to say the least, "Oh no, do go on."

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"I hate you so much," he snaps coldly, without thinking, like vitriol frozen in ice.

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Glen doesn't snap back or make threats. He does not even glare. Instead, he looks at him blankly thinking how difficult it must be to love someone and hate them in equal amounts.

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And he hates that look, too; it's worse than Glen smirking or snapping back. Because it means that Glen feels nothing for him at all, not deigning to let Jack see.

He lets his head fall forward on the sheets with a thump, feeling defeated.

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"Really, Jack, you should make up your mind about me."

The bullying is actually making him feel better, not that it should have anything to do with his recovery.

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"Why can't it be both?" He huffs, looking up with his chin on the bedspread instead. It was easy to forget he was terrified, sniping like this.

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"Don't cry, Jack, really," Glen is frowning, but his voice is entirely unsympathetic.

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His tears dry nearly instantly at the order, and he draws back, getting to his feet.

"You're just the same as him, aren't you?" He says, finally, expression blanking out. "I'll go get some more water."

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"Am I?" He tilts his head to the side, bangs falling. "You thought I was different?"

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"Yes," he answers, honestly, expression twisting momentarily into one of genuine sadness - before turning away to refill Glen's glass.

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"How so?" He sounds serious now, not sure what to make of that. If this Jack was different, was the Glen from his world different as well?

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Jack's tone is reticent, even as he pours water from the pitcher on the far side of the room.

"Do you still love her?"

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"That's a foolish question, Jack. You consider me so heartless that the moment she leaves me sight, I no longer care? Do I love her? I will always love her . . . " Glen picks up the washcloth from his lap and wipes at his forehead. He had realized his love for his best friend long ago, a year ago was when it was first brought to his conscious mind, but he had likely loved him from the day they had met.

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Jack only heard the first part, however, and his worst fears are realised: they're all the same. Every version of Glen he meets. The glass shatters on the wall above Glen's bedside table, water splattering on the wallpaper.

"I knew it," he breathes, hands shaking. "None of you would ever see me. None of you. I'm just always, always, always a replacement, why would I ever think otherwise - "

He'd done something like this to his own Glen before. It only earned him a laugh, like a parent finding a child being petty. He didn't wait for the laugh this time, crossing the room again for the door.

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It was difficult for Glen to cross so quickly, but he managed, and pulled Jack's left arm high behind his back. Glen wrapped the other around Jack's body, sliding to the front to hold his chin up. He kissed the back of his neck once before whispering, "Did I say you could leave, Jack? You, after all, did say earlier that you clean up your own messes, did you not?" There was no malice, but there was no affection either. Glen did not want to show affection, even if it may have been tugging in the back of his mind to set Jack straight.

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He was the same that way, too. Jack had learnt to be pliant, when Glen started touching him like this, tone similarly blank.

He instantly held still, breathing hard and terrified, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at the touch. He was waiting for him to say 'Lacie' any time now, and he wished he'd stop trembling. Glen never liked it when he shook.

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Perhaps the Jack glen is familiar does not do this, however.

Glen turns him, unsteadily, his brow knit in worry, "You're trembling, Jack." And suddenly Glen wants to hold him, because he is sure he made him this way. He regretted killing him the moment he realized he had died but he . . . he had never admitted to it, "I'm not going to hurt you, Jack."