FightInDarkness's profile picture. My name is Jackie Estacado. Few years ago, I was nothing. My life was just another sob story. That is, until fate came calling. And with it, came power.

Jackie Estacado

@FightInDarkness

My name is Jackie Estacado. Few years ago, I was nothing. My life was just another sob story. That is, until fate came calling. And with it, came power.

-- sense the Witchblade's presence. As if its power had faded I this place. @WitchbladeHost


-- fending off her attackers. She'd been taken, and he was left with no way to track her. By some oddity, he couldn't -- @WitchbladeHost


-- Given its state, it appeared that she too had been attacked in her home. Apparently she hadn't had as much luck -- @WitchbladeHost


-- only been a dream. Being attacked in his own home had been an insult beyond imagining. And now he couldn't find @WitchbladeHost. --


All this had only proven to piss Jackie off. He'd suffered an ordeal, trying to convince his family that the events of last night had --


-- and the bitch from the mansion." @WitchbladeHost


-- through the material covering his face, growing close to suffocating him. With his final breath, he said - " ... You -- @WitchbladeHost


-- heard. "Go ahead." He gasped. "Kill me. It doesn't matter. You're as good as dead anyway." Blood had begun to seap -- @WitchbladeHost


-- caughed and gasped from beneath his balaclava, choking on blood. Yet through his coughs, faint laughter could be -- @WitchbladeHost


-- intruder's blade for his own, Jackie forced the blade through his body armor and into his chest. The poor fool -- @WitchbladeHost


-- from his belt and jam it into Jackie's neck. But the mob Don managed to catch his hand and dissarm him. Taking the -- @WitchbladeHost


-- the back of his vest and haul him to his feat. Regaining his compusure, the intruder attempted to draw a knife -- @WitchbladeHost


-- against the side of his head with enough force to leave him severely disoriented. Jackie reached down to seize him by -- @WitchbladeHost


-- out both Jenny and Hope. As Jackie stepped neater to the invader, he raised his right foot and planted it firmly -- @WitchbladeHost


-- his Beloved Jenny. A can-shaped canister on the floor was indication that a concussion grenade was used to knock -- @WitchbladeHost


-- his invaders was. Apparently he'd not heard Jackie coming. The invader was crouched by the unconcious body of -- @WitchbladeHost


-- ripped out of their asses for this. Jackie made his way down the hallway, back to the bedroom where the last of -- @WitchbladeHost


-- was this? A hired fucking hit? On HIM? In HIS? home? Placing his FAMILY in danger? Someone would have their tongues -- @WitchbladeHost


-- the way through his helmet. Livid would be a light way of expressing Jackie's emotions at this point. What the hell -- @WitchbladeHost


-- and burrowing through his eye and into his skull, to explode out of the back of his head and leave a gaping hole all -- @WitchbladeHost


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