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Haley ran up the stairs in an excited rush. She hadn’t seen her room in what felt like forever, and burst through the door when she reached it. She leapt onto the bed, scattering stuffed animals everywhere. She layed on her back, spreading all her appendages out on the bed. However, she only relaxed for a few seconds before realizing  that she was too excited to wind-down. As she hopped out of her bed, she heard the front door close. Curious, she made her way to the top of the stairs to inquire. “Dad?” She asked.

“Yes hun?” Her dad poked his head out so that she could see him. “That was your mom, she went to the store to get some things for dinner.”

“What is she getting?” Haley asked.

“Well since our little angel is back, she decided to fix something special, possibly involving chicken.” Her dad said with a grin.

“Is it my favorite? The one with the salad dressing?” Her eyes opened wide as she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe.” Her dad said, teasing her. “Why don’t we watch a movie while we're waiting for her, then you can ask once she gets back.” Haley nodded happily as she sailed down the stairs. She dashed into the living room and began to look through a large white cabinet sitting against the wall.

The cabinet was filled completely with video tapes and dvd’s. After only a few seconds of looking, Haley pulled out an old vhs tape. “I want to watch The Lion King.” She said.

“You remembered just where it was didn’t you?” He asked. He chuckled as he took the movie from its case and placed it into the vcr. The large plasma t.v. displayed the tracking bar as he was sitting. Haley sat right next to him, and he pulled her close to hold under his arm. As the first preview was playing, he hit the fast forward button on the remote.

“No, I want to see all of it, even the commercials.” Haley complained. She tugged on his arm until he pressed the play button. As the previews resumed their normal speed, the doorbell rang.

“Sit tight sweetie, I’ll be right back.” He answered the door to see two strangers standing on the steps outside. One wore a black jacket, while the other was entrenched in some sort of tan coat that covered every visible part of his body. The coat seemed to be a strange blend of leather and wool, clearly synthetic, and he wore a hat of the same material to hide his face. “May I help you gentlemen?”

“Sorry to bother you sir, but I’m here on behalf of the “Standing Branch.” The man dressed in black said with a small bow.

“You people huh?” Haley’s dad asked. He quickly prepared to lie about Haley’s location.

“Yes, I’m sure you are familiar with us. Your daughter was being tested at one of our buildings. This may come as a surprise to you, but your daughter has been abducted by a man who escaped our custody last night.” The man said.

“What do you mean? What happened to my daughter?” He asked, fully flexing his bluffing ability.

“Please do not be alarmed, We have many teams looking for her. I’m here to check that she hasn’t returned home.” The man said.

“Well she hasn’t, now hurry up and find her.” Haley’s dad said with his teeth bared.

“Well sir, I need to step in to check that you are right.” The man replied. “I promise it won’t take but a moment, all part of procedure.”

“You take my daughter from me, lose her, and now you want to come into my home? Is this some kind of insult? Find my daughter or there will be hell to pay!” He shouted in reply. His sharp outburst left a period of silence between the two. That period just happened to be long enough for the movie to reach its opening; the iconic african chorus. The two men at the door easily overheard the movie, and began to get curious.

“You say your daughter has yet to return home. Am I to believe that you are a grown man, home alone, watching The Lion King?” The man asked.

Haley’s dad hesitated for a fraction of a second before replying. “It was her favorite movie. I watch it now and again to remind me of the daughter that you took from me.”

“Yet it wasn’t important enough to pause once you heard the doorbell ring?” The man asked.

Haley’s dad began to sweat bullets, knowing that there was no time to hide his daughter. “Get off my property and find my daughter!” He shouted, swinging the door to slam it shut. It crashed into something that stopped it from closing. The strange man that hid his face had stuck out his foot to keep the door open, and violently pushed it to open it once more. As the door whizzed by dad’s face he could feel his anger rising. “What the hell are you doing?!” He shouted, his insides boiling.

“Mr. Winger; like it or not, we are a branch of the law. We have already obtained the rights to enter your house, seeing as it is the missing person’s previous home. After a quick search we will be out of your hair.” The man in the black jacket said. The man who hid his face remained silent and stoic as he marched into the living room. As the man in black joined him, they saw that Haley was not watching the movie.

“She isn’t here. Please, just leave.” Mr. Winger said, giving a sigh of relief in his head.

“Now, now. We must search every room, and then we shall leave.” The man in black said. He made his way through the living room, towards the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Winger saw his daughter slowly making her way out of the kitchen and down a hallway. He ushered a silent cheer for her escape. However, it was for naught. The man in black jumped from the kitchen in pursuit of her. “Got you now!” He shouted.

Thinking fast, Mr. Winger grabbed the baseball bat that he had jokingly stored in the umbrella holder by his front door. He got a running start as he put all his weight into swinging the bat at the man in the tan cloak. A metallic noise exploded outward as the bat impacted the man’s head, knocking his hat to the floor. Mr. Winger stared in disbelief at the man. Not only was he unfazed from the impact, but the lack of hat revealed his sinister face. It was as though his head was made of crumpled, blue metal; and his eyes resembled yellow gems. “He’s seen too much, plan B!” The man in black shouted. The figure in the tan cloak stood up to deliver a crushing blow to the side of Mr. Winger’s head, knocking him out in one go. The man in black turned around to see that Haley was gone. After hearing a screen door slam shut he began to bark more orders. “She went out the back! Nine Inch Nails, find her!” The figure, who was presumably the man in black’s stand, gave a loud, metallic roar as he charged down the hallway.
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Outside, Nine Inch Nails spun in place. It carefully looked for anywhere the little girl could run to. Its eye was caught on a crooked plank in the fence that surrounded the yard.

“What’s going on Haley? You were gone for like, ever; and now you’re acting all weird.” The little girl said. Her and Haley were crouched down inside a plastic playhouse, trying to hide.

“They put me in a bad place, but my friend got me out. Now there are bad men trying to take me away again.” Haley whispered in reply. “I’m sorry I hid here Molly, if he finds us...” She trailed off.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be safe from any bad guys in my magic fort.” Molly said back. The two listened out to hear the fence being torn down. “What kind of guy is he if he can just crash through that fence like that?” Molly asked, beginning to panic.

“I think he’s a stand.” Haley said. “It’s a superpower, like I have. It’s why they took me away.”

“You’ve got super powers? Why didn’t you tell me?!” Molly asked. “Just use your powers to fight him!”

“No, I can’t. I can’t use Slipknot. He could hurt somebody.” Haley said. She could hear a low rumble in the back of her mind. “No.” She said to herself, covering her head like she had a headache.

“What’s wrong?” Molly asked.

“Slipknot.” Haley said in reply. She heard a rumbling growl that mimicked an alligator. It slowly grew louder as it evolved into some form of speech. Be it the language or the tone, Haley simply couldn’t understand it. “He knows I’m in trouble.” Right after she said it, the plastic house flew upwards, yanked away by Nine Inch Nails. The two girls screamed at the sight of it. It stretched out its hand to grab Haley, but stopped as it noticed a fourth presence. It quickly looked up, only to be blasted off its feet. Standing nearly eight feet tall, Slipknot had been unleashed. Though its frame seemed skinny, it was rippling with muscle. Its pale white skin pulsated with bright red veins that ran into its burlap-like clothing. What little clothes it wore were torn away and ragged at the shoulder and thighs. It slowly began to walk towards Nine Inch Nails, what was left of his long hair sprouted from his visible scalp and swung to and fro in front of his mask. The mask seemed as though it was once white, before being covered in mold and dirt, and closely resembled a hockey player’s mask.

“What happened?! Why did he go flying backwards?!” Molly shouted.

“Slipknot is fighting him, you have to run!” Haley shouted in reply. “If he sees anyone near me he gets mad!” Molly began to panic, and followed Haley’s directions to run away. She had safely made it inside her house before Nine Inch Nails had fully stood back up. In retaliation for the blow it suffered earlier, it punched Slipknot square in the forehead. Haley felt the blow to her skull, and cried in pain as she gripped her head. Slipknot didn’t seem to notice the punch, but upon seeing that it had hurt Haley it began to seethe with rage. It let loose a deafening roar from its bowels that shattered the windows on Molly’s house, and even cracked one of Nine Inch Nail’s gem like eyes. Slipknot then proceeded to wrap its massive hand around Nine Inch Nails’ head and squeezed with all its might. Nine Inch Nails held its arms up, but got no further than them violently shaking as its head was constricted. Slipknot then grabbed hold of his opponent’s shoulder, and ripped the head from its body. It dropped the decapitated body, not reacting to the fact that it landed on its feet, and turned to look at Haley.

As it slowly walked towards its user it was struck in the back by a pair of fists that put it on its knees. Haley cried out in pain, trying to compress the welt rising on her back. Slipknot convulsed in frustration as it saw the pained expression Haley bore. It spun around, throwing a punch that connected with the one Nine Inch nails’ headless body was throwing. The two punches met at the same distance, but Slipknot’s kept going; crumpling Nine Inch Nails’ entire arm. The crushed appendage flew off of the body, landing several yards away. As it stumbled backwards Slipknot caught it. Like a scene out of a horror movie, Slipknot got a grip of either side of its opponent’s chest, and ripped it apart down the middle. A ball of nails resembling a sea urchin rolled out of the chest cavity and stuck into the ground. Slipknot tilted his head inquisitively at the unique sight, and watched as the ball rolled around. it ripped up the grass and dirt around itself, forming a new humanoid form. The form leapt to its feet and began to flee the yard, causing Slipknot to chase after it with a frustrated huff.

Haley tried to find a rhythm of breathing to calm herself down, but was interrupted as she was snatched up by the man in black from before. “You thought your stand could save you huh?” he held her close to his chest, constricting her arms. “My Nine Inch Nails can’t be stopped just by brute force girlie.” He chuckled. He only needed one arm to hold the poor girl in an immobile state, and used his free hand to dial his cell phone. “Yeah, this is Gerry. Bring the ride around, I got the girl. Be careful though, the stands are fighting in the street.”
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Slipknot’s hulking frame was nowhere near as fast as the dirt form its enemy wore. Figuring this out, Slipknot yanked a mailbox from the ground and sent it after Nine Inch Nails like a spear. The dirt around the urchin crumpled from the impact, causing the core to fall out and roll across the street. It picked up pieces of the asphalt as it rolled, forming a new body that stood nearly 12 feet. It mocked the action of cracking its knuckles as it stared down the now puny-looking Slipknot. Since its new body was so dense and large it had a new time swinging its arms around. It picked up the appendage in an attempt to smash Slipknot into the ground, only to have the stand side step the attack. Slipknot swept its arm through the body of the colossus, sending the urchin flying out and across the street.

The strength of the blow was such that the core had flown into the house across the street, and stuck in the siding. It rolled up the siding and bricks of the house, forming a giant torso and arm. As its destruction of the house reached the roof, so too did it reach the basement. Nine Inch Nails now stood at nearly 30 feet tall. It threw its arm forward, catching Slipknot in its clutch. The hand began tightening around Slipknot, causing Haley to scream in pain. Slipknot looked to see Gerry sneaking down the street with Haley wrapped up in his arms. A rage of magnitudes beyond comprehension welled up. Haley could feel the muscles on the back of her head becoming sore from the stress of Slipknot’s anger. The eye holes of its mask let out a strong red glow, and his muscles swelled up so rapidly and powerfully that they broke through Nine Inch Nails’ fingers.

Slipknot fell to the street, and stuck the landing. It began to run after Gerry, but was buried under Nine Inch Nails’ other hand. It let out a victorious laughing sound as Slipknot disappeared beneath its fist. Gerry stopped to admire the work of his stand, but slowly came to realize that Haley had not reacted with pain to having her stand crushed. “Why aren’t you screaming in pain? You’re supposed to feel all the pain your stand does, so why aren’t you crying?” He asked, beginning to sweat nervously.

“That attack didn't hurt him.” Haley said. Gerry Quickly shifted his attention between his stand and Haley, his sweat intensifying. He responded in the only fashion he could think of, running. He had run about ten yards when Haley winced in pain, sucking air through her teeth. Gerry looked her over, noticing her hand was bleeding. Upon closer inspection, he saw that her palm and fingers were covered in bleeding holes. he instinctively wanted to start running again, but felt as though this entire body was numb. He managed to turn his head around to see Slipknot leaping from the chest of the monster that had crushed him, holding the urchin-like core. Its grip on the core was so tight that Gerry himself couldn’t even move. Slipknot proceeded to pull nails off of the core, sending intense shocks of pain through Gerry’s legs and fingers. He dropped Haley as he tried to cope with the pain that wracked his body. “You feel all the pain that your stand does, right?” Haley asked. Gerry, with a face contorted by the pain of having his fingers pulled off, slowly nodded. “Then I’m sorry. I can’t stop him now.” Profuse amounts of tears rolled down Gerry’s cheeks as Slipknot jammed its thumb into the space it had created between the nails. It kept pressing harder and harder until the core let out a thunderous crack. Gerry let out what he thought was a scream, but more closely resembled a gurgle, before passing out. The core turned to dust in Slipknot’s hands, and it stood up to walk to Haley.

It knelt down in front of its user, and gently held her injured hand. Upon seeing the holes, it hung its head low. Tears of a bright red liquid streamed down its mask, and it held Haley tight in a hug. Despite its intense strength, the hug was very warm and comfortable. Haley patted its back with her uninjured hand before speaking softly to it. “It’s okay Slipknot. Thank you for saving me, but next time don’t come out unless I ask you too; ok?” Slipknot sat back and nodded at her proposition before fading away into nothing. She looked around to see people staring from their front doors. She knew how strange it must seem to them.
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Zeke, Jordan, and Dan showed up soon after. They saw to Haley’s injuries, but she insisted that they look after her dad. Mr. Winger was rushed to hospital with minor skull fractures, while the mysterious Gerry was treated for a crushed lung and dislocated extremities. Even though the chaos of the fight had subsided, Zeke knew that the SPWF would have to pay for the relocated house. It was also troubling that Dan and Jordan had knocked out a cop not too long ago either. “Well, this looks like the start of a bizarre adventure.” Zeke thought to himself.

TO BE CONTINUED
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shattered Bonds Ch.3
Previously on Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shattered Bonds: Jordan and Dan found themselves stuck in a conflict with a mysterious stand user who revealed himself as someone who works for Dr. Love, the leader of the evil stand users. After an intense chase, Jordan outsmarted the enemy, and learned that Haley was in trouble. Can they get back to her house in time to help? Find out in Chapter 3: Nine Inch Nails
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“I didn’t expect to find a place like this in Ohio.” Dan said, marveling at the menu. They sat in the booth of an old fashioned diner. There were decals and framed photos covering all the walls, and it appeared as though there was only one waitress.

“Ohio?” Zeke asked. He only needed a moment to figure out the source of Dan’s confusion. “Oh, no. This isn’t Cleveland, Ohio. We’re in Cleveland, Tennessee.” Dan, embarrassed by his mistake, held his menu in front of his face as he made his choice.

“I’ve always wanted pancakes.” Jordan said.

“You never had pancakes in that prison?” Dan asked, sipping his water.

“Nope, only waffles.” Jordan frowned. It took a while for Dan and Zeke to pick out what they wanted from the list of mouth-watering dishes, but they eventually settled. After the waitress took their orders they began to talk about their plan.

“Alright, let’s get down to business.” Zeke said. “Right now a large amount of the reported stand activity is centered around Louisiana. We’ll travel to Baton Rouge and try to determine the location of their leader.”

“You don’t even know where they are?” Jordan asked.

“It’s too dangerous to send normal people to spy on stand users. Since you and I are the only stand users that work for the foundation it’s hard to gather information.” Dan explained. “Part of our job is finding the skulls we need to crack.”

“Traveling isn’t an issue. The helicopter is still at the hangar, so we should be able to reach Louisiana by tonight.” Zeke thought out loud. “I know that this may seem a bit late to ask, but how would you say your skills are in battle Jordan?”

“Well,” Jordan began to think. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he realized that he’s never been in a real fight. “As far as fighting is concerned, I’m not too sure I can hold my own. I have a lot of control over my stand, though. I’ve been studying the periodic table ever since I learned what my stand could do.”

“Don’t be ashamed of relying on your stand. It’s a power no normal person has; you should be proud of it.” Zeke said with a smile. He lifted his head up as the waitress stepped through the kitchen doors carrying a tray of food. When she looked over at him he began to get excited. “All right, here comes the food.” Everyone eagerly cleared a place for their food to be placed. After everyone had their plate, the waitress quickly retrieved a refill for Jordan and Zeke’s coffee.

After mixing the right amount of sugar in, Jordan asked Dan a question. “Why didn’t you get any coffee. There’s no way you got enough sleep on the chopper.”

Dan gulped down several mouth fulls of his water before responding. “Caffeine is bad for ya, kid.” He spoke in a mocking way, but Jordan could tell he was serious.

Jordan removed the fork and knife from his napkin, eagerly awaiting the taste of the sweet cakes that lay before him. He stuck his fork through the edge of the stack, and began to cut a large chunk off. With a large smile he stuck the fork in his mouth, only to make a shocking discovery. As his teeth shut around the prongs of the fork, he realized that there were no pancakes on it. He quickly looked at the fork, then to his plate, and finally to the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did you drop something?” Zeke asked.

“I think my pancakes dropped off the fork, but I can’t find them.” Jordan replied.

“What, you never used silverware in prison?” Dan joked. “Don’t bother checking the floor, if it’s there you don’t want to eat it.”

Jordan looked suspiciously at his pancakes before cutting off another chunk. He stared at the fork carefully as he put it to his mouth. When his teeth once again hit the metal prongs he knew something was amiss. “Something’s wrong. I know for a fact I didn’t drop my pancakes off the fork.”

“Then what? Food doesn’t just disappear.” Zeke said. As he took a sip of his coffee his eyes shot open. “Where did all my coffee go?” He asked. Jordan and Zeke saw his empty cup as he placed it back on the table.

“You’re right, something’s up. Is this the work of an enemy stand?” Dan asked. He began to look around at the other customers; scrutinizing their every move.

“What kind of stand would it be? All that’s happened is that we lost our food.” Zeke said.

“Do you think it’s taking our food?” Jordan asked. Dan jumped out of his seat and ran to a man sitting a couple tables away, pulling him from his seat. The waitress serving him yelled in surprise as she stepped back from the violence. “What are you doing?!” Jordan asked.

dan held the man by his collar and glared directly into his eyes. “You said the stand user was stealing the food that disappeared. Why would the waitress be bringing this man a refill of his coffee if its full?” Jordan and Zeke saw the full cup of coffee sitting on the man’s table. Jordan also stood up to approach the man.

“Be careful, we still don’t know what his stand does.” Zeke said. Dan looked over to Zeke as he spoke; and when he looked back to the man, the man was gone. Instead of holding the man’s collar in his clutches, he held a napkin. The man rushed through the front door and down the street.

“Jordan, we’ve got to catch him!” Dan shouted. He rushed out of the restaurant in hot pursuit. Jordan followed quickly after, leaving Zeke behind.

“Find out where their boss is!” Zeke shouted before Jordan got through the door. The waitress gave Zeke a strange look. “Please don’t look at me like that. This is an official investigation.”
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Dan and Jordan were gaining on the man. Noticing that he wasn’t very fast, he cut a right into an alleyway. When Dan caught up he saw something sailing at his head. He managed to catch it, only to see that it was an empty can. The surprise made him stop. He looked up to the man who had also stopped to see him standing next to a dumpster holding another empty can with a big smile on his face. He pointed to Dan’s hand, chuckling. Dan quickly realized that he was no longer holding the can. Instead, he gripped the back fur of a raccoon. “What?!” He shouted. The raccoon stirred, and began to bite and scratch at his arm and outer thigh. It kept jumping around and attacking him until he managed to strike it away. He climbed back up to his feet, only to see the man reaching the other side of a fence at the far side of the alley.

“I’ve got it!” Jordan shouted. He ran through the alley and grabbed hold of the fence. A ghostly black hand appeared over his, and in an instant a large hole had appeared in the fence. A hot wind blew out from the fence, making Dan wince as it hit his scars.

“What was that?!” He shouted back.

“I turned it into oxygen. The heat is from the molecules separating.” Jordan explained. The two rushed out onto the street to meet a strange sight. The man they were chasing was beating a parked car with some kind of rod. With one overhead slam he managed to shatter the front windshield, activating the car’s alarm.

“Quit messing around with us you freak!” Dan shouted, running at the man. The man flashed a big smile as he fled from the scene.

“I’ll throw something to slow him down!” Jordan said. The ghostly hand from before appeared once more, and a lump of metal appeared in its grip. As he held his arm back to throw the lump Jordan realized that it suddenly changed shape. Another look at his hand revealed that he was not holding the metal, but instead was holding the rod the man used to beat the car. Since he was holding he could tell that it was a cane. The man gave a shout soon after, dropping a chunk of what appeared to be metal to the ground.
“What happened to him?” Dan asked.

“I’ve figured out his stand’s power!” Jordan shouted. “He can switch what he’s holding with what we’re holding. He burnt his hand on the chunk of iron I formed.”

“And he switched that raccoon with the can he threw at me!” Dan shouted.

“If that’s the case, then we can beat him by not touching anything. We run faster than him, if he doesn’t trick us anymore then he doesn’t stand a chance.” Jordan said. Him and Dan were about to begin chasing the man again when they were approached by an intimidating man.

“What the hell did you do to my car?” He shouted. He grabbed Jordan by his collar and pulled him closer, staring angrily into his eyes. “I’m going to break every bone i can find in your body.”

“Please sir, I didn’t do this to your car!” Jordan shouted.

“That’s him, he stole my cane!” Another voice shouted. An elderly man had shown up with a police officer.

“Drop him, I’ll take it from here.” The cop said to the angry man holding Jordan.

“Dan, you handle the cop.” Jordan whispered. It took Dan a second to catch on, but he jumped into action once he did. He snatched the cane from Jordan’s hand and rushed at the cop. Thinking fast, the cop pulled out his taser and masterfully shot both prongs into Dan’s chest. He mashed the trigger to shock him, but to his surprise it did nothing. Dan stood there laughing as the cop looked down to confirm that electricity was flowing through the wires. He glanced back up in time to see Dan jamming both his forefingers into his chest. In an instant he felt a powerful surge, and fell convulsing to the ground.

“What did he do?!” The angry man yelled.

“I’m sorry, but we need to go.” Jordan said. He called forth his stands arm, which formed aluminum around its knuckles. With one punch he knocked the angry man to the ground. After Dan handed the old man his cane, the two rushed in the direction of their foe.

They rounded the corner to see the man they were chasing leaning against a black car not too far from them. He seemed disgusted that his trap didn’t hold them for very long. As they got a clear look at him they could see he was wearing khakis and a floral print shirt familiar to what a tourist would wear on a tropical island, but with long sleeves. “I don’t have much experience fighting other stand users, but the cops should have slowed you down more than that.” He said.

“So you feel like talking now, huh?” Dan shouted. “Why don’t you start with who you are?”
“Jim Feeny; and since you’ve figured out my stand I’ll tell you it’s name as well.” He said. He lifted his right hand to reveal that he was holding a strange bundle of wires. A black tribal tattoo with red outlines creeped out from his sleeve, eventually covering the visible part of his hand. “Pistol Grip Pump. I guess your next question is about the weird bunch of wires I’m holding.” He revealed a small black cylinder in his other hand. “It’s a bomb; and this is the trigger.” Jordan and Dan took a step backwards at his statement. “Since you know how my power works, you know that the instant you touch anything I can blow you to smithereens. Don’t bother rushing me either; I’m not afraid to blow myself up to get rid of you. My partner will be by later to take out whoever I miss; after he’s done with that little girl you brought with you.”


“What?!” Jordan shouted. “What do you want with her?!” he gritted his teeth as he became enraged.

“Cutting off loose ends. We get a better prize if we get all of you.” Jim said.

“Who hired you to do all this? Who’s your boss?!” Dan shouted.

“You don’t even know who you ticked off? How pathetic could you possibly be?!” JIm laughed at the two. “We call him Dr. Love.”

Jordan gazed over at an older man walking by. “Dan, did you get the information you wanted?” He looked back to Dan, who slowly nodded. “Good, I’m going to finish this quickly so we can go help Haley.” He spun around to face the walking man, and ran towards him.

“Do you think I won’t attack you if you take a hostage? Some hero you are; I have no problem blowing up this entire city, let alone some random pedestrian!” Jim shouted. Jordan ignored him and he dashed at the man. He called forth his stand to extend his reach, and snatched a water bottle out of his hand. Within moments it had been replaced by the bomb that Jim was holding. “You absolute idiot!” He shouted. “What did you think you could accomplish with a water bottle?!” He mashed the bomb trigger with his thumb.

Dan’s eyes shrunk back into his head as he anticipated the explosion; but soon realized that there wouldn’t be one. “What happened? Are you alright Jojo?”

“Where’s the boom?!” Jim shouted.

Jordan held up a strange lump of metal in his hand with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. “There won’t be any.”

“What did you do to my bomb?!” Jim shouted.

“I wasn’t sure of any combination of metals that could stop the explosion, so I stopped the signal. This germanium dioxide can be used to deflect signals, making it perfect for turning your bomb obsolete.” Jordan replied. “But I wouldn’t want to send you out without a bang, so I made a new bomb for you.” He pointed to the water bottle Jim was holding.

Jim held the bottle up to get a look at it, only to notice that the bottom half of it was made of some strange, white substance. “What kind of water bottle is this?” he shouted.

“Everyone knows that sodium ignites when mixed with water; but not many people can tell you about its violent cousin. Behold the majesty of francium!” Jordan shouted back. The white substance began to sizzle before suddenly exploding in Jim’s hand. He fell back from the force that rended his shirt into scraps and burnt his chest. His hand didn’t fare much better, the skin that was burnt before was blown open, profusely leaking blood. His ears beheld intense silence, and his vision slowly faded.

Dan checked him out before giving him a sharp kick. “Idiot probably has a concussion. Nice work Jojo.” he said.

“Thank you, but we have to hurry back to Zeke, Haley is in trouble.” Jordan said.

TO BE CONTINUED
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shattered Bonds Ch.2
Haley is back home with her family, and Jordan sits down with his new partners to have some breakfast. But things quickly go south when weird circumstances begin affecting their food. Hopefully the three can get a handle of fighting other stand users in Chapter 2: Pistol Grip Pump.
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A brisk walk carried the man along. Before he got too close to the white building he made sure to adjust his tie. He managed to tighten it without dropping his briefcase; a talent he had earned after years of practice. Stepping through the front doors of the establishment provided a quick peek through its clean and friendly veil. After only a few seconds of looking at armed guards one could glean that this was not a place one would choose to be sent to. The busy man quickly looked around the main hall to see that there was no semblance of a secretary. “Excuse me,” he addressed a guard, “I have scheduled an appointment that is due in a few minutes. Do you know where I might go to fulfil that meeting?”

The guard nodded in a friendly manner before pointing to a door a bit further into the main hall. “The visiting room is through there sir. There should be a woman there who will help you.”

“Thank you.” The busy man said, nodding back. He hurried through the door and flagged down one of the several women walking around with clipboards. “I’m here for a meeting. I believe my number was 4-A.” He explained.

After briefly peeking at her clipboard she put her finger to her ear and began to talk into a small microphone by her mouth. “Please bring out 4-A.” She looked back up to the busy man before she continued to talk. “Please have a seat at booth five.” She pointed across the rows of waiting room chairs to direct his attention to a row of glass panes resembling a prison visiting room.

He nodded and slowly made his way to his seat. The chair was surprisingly comfy, so he reclined and pulled a few key documents out of his briefcase. He hadn’t waited very long before a young man was brought to sit on the opposite side of the glass from him. “I’ve never had a visitor before. I’m not sure what to say.” The young man said. He fidgeted around in his seat awkwardly.

“That’s alright, I’ll do the talking.” The busy man said. “My name is Zeke Allen, and I represent the SPWF.”

“Speedwagon Foundation, right?” The young man asked.

“Good, you’ve heard of us.” Zeke smiled as he ruffled through his papers. “You don’t need to introduce yourself; I’ve done my research.” The young man pulled his head back, starting to feel a bit suspicious. Zeke waved his hand back and forth, smiling. “No, no. It’s nothing sinister, I assure you. You see, you are a particularly important person to the SPWF. We’ve been trying for a while to get you released; but no matter what we try, they always find a way to brush us off.” The young man relaxed back in his seat as he listened to Zeke. “Given the delicate nature of the problem I am about to share with you, the SPWF has allowed me to step in on the process.”

Zeke placed a few papers on the counter, turned them around so the young man could read them, and pushed them forward. “You know why this establishment was built, correct?” Zeke asked. The papers were covered in schematics and mission statements for the building they were in.

“To protect the populace, right?” The young man asked back. “They want to protect citizens from us. From our ‘powers.’”

“We at the SPWF have a name for those ‘powers.’ We call them ‘Stands.’ A manifestation of your spirit that stands with you in battle. Normal people can’t see them, making them very dangerous. Once a technique to determine normal humans from stand users was discovered, the government built these institutions to hold them.” Zeke looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds before continuing the conversation. “Unfortunately, these buildings can only hold stand users who abide by the law. A critical flaw of our government is not being able to understand that criminals break the law, not citizens. That’s where you come in. There is a particularly nasty stand user that's been amassing himself an army, and the government is powerless to stop him.”

“What does that have to do with me? It’s not like I’m the only stand user here.” The young man asked.

“No, but your family has had a lot of experience battling stand users. One might say that it’s in your blood, your destiny. It all springs from that birthmark on the back of your neck, Mr. Joestar.” Zeke smirked.

The young man slid his chair back, covering the back of his neck with his hand. “What does this have to do with stands?” He asked.

“You share that mark with a man who fought off an onslaught of stands not too long ago. His name was Jonathan Joestar Jr. In my opinion, the greatest president who ever lived.” Zeke smiled at the image in his head.

“Are you saying I’m related to a past president?” Joestar asked.

“Jordan Joestar, trapped here since you were eight. You’re related to more than a president. You have a long line of reasons to choose you for this mission.” Zeke tilted his head quickly. “Quick question, if you could leave here right now, is there someone you would want to bring along with you?”

“Yes,” Jordan said. he appeared to think for a second before finishing his answer. “A little girl. She’s a little younger than me when I first got sent here. I want to take her back to her family.”

Zeke tapped his fingernail loudly against the desk in front of him. Jordan looked down to see instructions written over the schematics in marker. “7:00, window of the east courtyard (The one with the red flowers).” It read. Jordan studied it for a second before looking back up at Zeke, who was packing up his briefcase. “I look forward to seeing you, and your friend, tonight. Have a nice day Mr. Joestar.” He said, placing the last paper in his case. He walked away with the same brisk pace that carried him in.

A guard came over to take Jordan back. Jordan happily complied, a trait uncommon for him. “It’s been nice, wouldn’t you say.” He asked the guard with a large smile. The guard gave him a disgusted look, and pushed him through the door.
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Jordan held the little girl’s hand as they walked through the hall. She kept looking behind her at the guard that was following them. “Where are we going Jojo?” She asked.

“I told you Haley, we’re going to see a friend of mine.” Jordan said with a smile.

“I don’t think the guards want us to go this way.” Haley said.

“Hey, where are you two going?” One of the guards following them asked.

“Don’t worry about them, they can’t tell us what to do anymore.” Jordan smirked. Haley had no idea what he meant. They stopped in front of a window to a beautiful courtyard. It was full of flowerbeds, and provided a great view of the sunset. A clock on the wall nearby showed the time at 6:59. It even provided the amount of seconds at 52. It wasn’t long after they had stopped that two more guards approached them from the opposite direction of the first.

With their guns pointed at Jordan and Haley, they began to bark orders. “You aren’t authorized to roam freely at this time. Return to the correct area, or you will be met with force.” Haley was terrified, and hugging Jordan’s leg. Jordan, on the other hand, was chuckling at the clock, which had just struck seven. “You have five seconds to comply.” The guard said. However, his attention was broken by the fact that he could see his breath. As the guard next to him began to shiver, he grew uneasy. “How did it get so cold in here? Did one of you two do this?!” He shouted. The guard opposite of the two began to back up as he looked out the window. The other two joined him to see that the courtyard had been covered in a layer of sleet. A stranger was walking through the courtyard, directly to the window they were gazing out of.

The man, with an uncaring glare on his face, pressed his hand against the glass. In an instant the glass burned red hot, and the entire window melted through. “Joestar and guest.” he said, without wiping the glare from his face. “Please step this way, we should get going.”

“He’s one of them, shoot!” A guard shouted. All three emptied a clip at the stranger, but to little avail. The bullets slowed down to a complete stop as they approached him, and dropped to the floor. Dumbfounded, the guards stumbled around trying to reload their guns.

“Hurry it up.” The stranger said. Jordan happily rushed to the window. He helped Haley climb out, and followed close after her. He turned around to see that guards had finished loading their weapons, and were preparing to aim them once more. Jordan smirked, and raised his hands to the place that the pane of glass once sat. The air around his hands gave off steam, and soon the empty window frame was filled with a sheet of hot metal. “Nice one.” The stranger said with a smirk, finally showing his relaxed side. “Follow me, Zeke is waiting in our getaway ride.” He ran towards the sunset, with Jordan and Haley following closely.

“What’s happening Jojo?!” Haley shouted.

“We’re escaping Haley! You finally get to see your family again!” Jordan shouted as he leaped happily. Haley’s eyes lit up as she picked up the pace. They had made it past the easternmost wall of the compound before the alarms began to sound.

“Down there.” The stranger pointed to a jeep sitting at the bottom of a hill. He leaped forward to slide down the hill, leaving a trail of frozen grass behind him. Jordan scooped up Haley, and followed closely behind. The stranger opened up one of the doors on the Jeep for Jordan and Haley to get in, and then climbed in the front seat himself. Jordan helped Haley in, and after everyone was buckled up Zeke peeled out. The four disappeared into the sunset, leaving all the guards scrambling to find them.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Mr. Joestar.” Zeke said with a smile. “You as well little miss.” He said to Haley. “I trust my colleague was gentle?”

The stranger bent around in his seat to introduce himself. “Call me Dan.” he said with a smirk.

“Alright.” Jordan said. “I know you two already know my name, but this is Haley.” Haley politely waved as she was introduced.

“Indeed, I pulled up her file earlier. Are you excited to go home Haley?”” Zeke asked.

“Yes sir!” She said excitedly.

“She was calling you Jojo earlier.” Dan said, sitting back down. “What’s up with that?”

“His name is Jordan Joestar, so he’s Jojo!” Haley said.

Dan chuckled, “I’m going to call you that from now on then.” He said. Jordan shook his head with a smirk at dan’s joke.

“Alright everyone, we’ll be taking a SPWF helicopter to escape from this area. Prepare to board when we reach the airfield.” Zeke said.
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A fair bit of time had passed since the sun had completely gone down, and they had finally reached the airfield. “All aboard.” Zeke said. Everyone climbed out of the jeep and approached a transport chopper with “SPWF” painted on the side. They eagerly climbed inside, and strapped in. Zeke helped everyone put on their headsets. “These will help us talk while the engine is going.” He said. He gave the thumbs up to the drivers, and soon the propeller was spinning fast enough to lift them off the ground. “I love it when a plan comes together.” He said.

“So it was your idea to skip the legal system and go straight to a breakout?” Jordan asked.

“I didn’t see the positive points of waiting for a bunch of lawyers to get you out. I’m a hands on kind of person.” Zeke smirked. “Now, why don’t we introduce ourselves?”

“We already did on the ride here.” Jordan said.

“Those were only half of what we need to introduce. We haven’t covered the important part.” Dan said. “Stands; the other half of ourselves.”

“To start us off,” Zeke said, “I have no stand, but I’ll still do my best to lead you all.”

“My stand can absorb and release energy.” Dan held up a bottle of water so that everyone could see it being frozen solid. “I call it kinetic.” As if on cue, his stand began to stretch from his body. Only its head could be seen, but it was obvious that is wasn't human. Its entire head was rounded, and didn’t appear to have a neck. Two eyeholes could be seen, and between them ran a row of yellow bumps from the stands chest to its back. It was almost as though it were wearing a helmet, with the exception of there being no seam to separate it from the chest.

After getting a good look at Dan’s stand, Jordan introduced his. “You’ve seen mine at work. I can change the chemical structure of anything I touch to an element from the periodic table.” His stand appeared, cracking its knuckles. Unlike Kinetic, this one could almost pass for a human; except for its light green skin and skull like face. Spikes lined the sides of its head, and it wore what looked like a tight black coat. The palms of its black gloves were white, and were buttoned by what appeared to be buckles shaped like lab beakers. “I call it, ‘Chemical Romance.’”

“And what about you? You don’t need to be shy.” Zeke said to Haley.

“I can’t show him to you.” She said, holding her arms tightly against her chest.

“They wouldn’t let her use her stand, even for testing.” Jordan explained.

“He told me his name is ‘Slipknot.’” She said.

“That’s alright. You’ll be home soon; you don’t need to worry about it.” Zeke smiled, putting Haley at ease.
The four barely noticed the helicopter landing. After the pilots shook them awake they tiredly climbed out onto the tarmac. “Where are we?” Jordan asked.

“A private SPWF landing strip outside of Cleveland.” Zeke said.

“That’s where I live!” Haley shouted.

“I told you, you’ll be home soon.” Zeke said with a smile. Haley was so happy she hugged him. “Calm down, it’s time to get going.” He led them to a nice car that had been dropped off by a courier, and everyone got buckled up. Haley was so excited she was almost bouncing up and down in her seat. Meanwhile, Jordan was mesmerized by his first look at the outside world in years.

“It’s just trees and houses, what’s so exciting about that?” Dan asked.

“I haven’t seen anything but white walls and courtyards for ten years, It’s a big deal.” Jordan responded. He and Haley were left to their excitement for about an hour.

“Does any of this look familiar Haley?” Zeke suddenly asked.

“Yeah! This is my neighborhood!” She sat up to look out the window. They came to a stop in the driveway of a familiar house, and Haley burst out of the car excitedly. Jordan and Zeke followed closely after her. Haley mashed the doorbell as many times as she thought necessary, and eagerly waited.

“Who’s doing that?!” A masculine voice asked angrily. A man flung open the door expecting a prankster, but soon fell to his knees. “Haley? This can’t be real.” He said, obviously fighting back tears. He pulled his daughter to himself and held her tight.

“Haley?! Don’t lie to me, who is it?” A woman asked. She walked up to the door to see her daughter; and collapsed just like her husband, holding the both of them tightly. “I thought I’d never see you again! How is this possible?!”

“Jojo and Mr. Zeke brought me back.” She said. Her parents looked up to see the two men standing on their doorstep.

“Who are you, what were you doing with my daughter?!” Her father asked.

“My name is Zeke Allen, representative of the SPWF. My client Jordan refused to leave the establishment without your daughter.” He presented Jordan with a wave of his hand.

“She’s the same age I was when I was first sent there. I didn’t want her to have to go through that like I did.” Jordan said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Haley’s dad stood up and gave Jordan a big hug like his daughter. “You brought my daughter back to me, I will never forget that.” He said. When he was done hugging jordan he invited the two in.

“I’m sorry, but we have very pressing matters to attend to.” Zeke excused them.

“Bye Jojo.” Haley said sadly. “Thank you for bringing me home Mr. Zeke” The two waved happily as they left.

“Now, how about we reunite your family?” Zeke asked.

“My mom didn’t visit me once in the ten years I was imprisoned. I won’t give her the pleasure.” Jordan said, hanging his head low.

“Well,” Zeke began, “How about some breakfast?” Jordan looked up to smile at his offer.

Down the road from them, just out of sight, sat two shady men in a car. “That’s them, right?” One asked.

“Well the report said one girl and two men, but I’m counting three.” The other replied.

“One might be from the SPWF, they reportedly left in one of their choppers. How lucky are we to take this spot?” The first asked.

“Very lucky, I can’t imagine what the reward will be for this bounty.” The second one chuckled. “Speaking of bounties, does he want the girl alive?”

“Good question. Obviously the men have to die, but we might be able to use the girl.” The first one thought for a second. “whatever is easier for you. Need anything before I leave?”

“Nah, theres plenty of cars around. I’ll use one of them.” The second one said, climbing out of the car.

“Alright; they’re moving, got to go.” The first one said, driving after Zeke’s car.


TO BE CONTINUED
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shattered Bonds Ch.1
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I am mostly through my book (So far 112 pages with one part to go).
So I'm just checking in again to tell you I'm alive.
After a pulse pounding ending to the twisting tale of Penton and Inpa I will finally be able to.......
go back and re-wright everything.

I'm just overly ecstatic for that last part (I mean wouldn't you be?).

Also, I'm overly pumped to talk about me book with people, so if you want to know anything just ask.

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