Jack in The Box

The waters of the Aurora Basin were lightly blanketed with a low mist and the early morning sun bounded across the snow covered ground like jewels. Jack Marston stepped out of the deserted hunter's cabin by the water's edge and rubbed sleep from his eyes. He yawned heavily and moaned at the pain of his head. He was severely hungover and was still trying to work out how he had managed to get where he was, he remembered sneaking out with Jane and Eli, who was a pastor's son (if only his father knew) to go to Blackwater, where Eli's cousin would get them some liquor, then he remembered walking to Manzanita Post with his friends and… God his head hurt, he rubbed his eyes against the sunlight and saw the Redemption Mountains standing tall and when he turned he saw Nekoti Rock and Tall Trees. He sighed, Ma and Pa would be angry, and he wasn't ready for their shouting so he decided he would sleep a little more.

'Good morning sleepy head.' A familiar voice flitted towards him from in the cabin; he turned slowly and saw Jane laying in the bed, with a small blanket barley keeping her decent.

'Jane! What the hell're you doing? Put some clothes on!'

'Well, you've changed your tune.' She stood up, holding the sheet close to her chest and moved in for a kiss. Jack backed away, but the close proximity he'd just had with Jane made him suddenly aware that he was wearing no shirt. Had they done what he thought they'd done? He had always liked Jane, but they were good friends, never anything more, and now looking at her scantily clad frame he knew that he wanted her.

'Come on Jack, you know what's going to happen, might as well just get it over with.' She moved in for another kiss, this time Jack stepped out of the door, but she grabbed his arm. 'Mmm Jack, you've really beefed up!' She ran her hand down his sculpted chest, and started to try to undo his pants. He swiftly picked up his shirt and threw it on, before running from the cabin.

'JACK!' She called after him, but he ignored and carried on running, a thousand thoughts spinning through his head, he was only fifteen, and they weren't married, and they were friends, what about religion, what about his parents, what about her parents! His run had slowed to a walk by the time he came out of Tall Trees, he walked along the train tracks to Manzanita Post, where he felt around in his pocket, found a dollar, and bought some jerky. He bit it and was chewing it as he stepped out of the store. It was 9 now, and his parents would defiantly have realised he was missing by now. Jack was considering what he could tell them when Eli ran up to him, with blood pouring through his hands.