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And he was the one the Devil came for, at the end of his gold vein's run.
Devil walked up, said, 'Jack!'
Jack looked at him sideways from counting his money, said, 'Devil.'
Devil said, 'Jack.. You got a debt to pay.'
And Jack thought nimble, and Jack thought quick, and Jack pulled something from his bag of tricks. He pulled on a mask, the liar's mask of bright eyes and silver tongue. 'Why, of course, mister,' he said, and then he spotted an orchard just across the road. 'But, shucks, I do really like those apples. Perhaps I could taste one 'fore I'm dragged down to brimstone and hellfire and all that?'
Well, the Devil thought, and he thought, but he didn't see any harm in letting a damned man have one last earthly pleasure. So he said, 'Sure, Jack, but don't you dare get out of my sight.'
So Jack promised, and they walked across the dirt road to the orchard. Jack made a beeline to the tallest tree in the yard, the one with apples that were so far out of his reach there was no chance he'd be able to reach them. Jack wasn't stupid, you see, and had absolutely no intention whatsoever of going down to Hell.
He jumped and danced and grabbed for the branches, but whatever he did, he just couldn't reach any of those apples. The Devil, leaning against the fence, called out lazily, 'Get an apple from one of these trees, they're lower down.'
Jack turned to him, and with the most planitive expression he could muster, said, 'But, Mr. Devil, sir, everyone up here on Earth knows that the higher up the apples are, the better they taste. Begging your pardon, sir, but could you kindly climb up this here tree and toss down an apple for me, if it please you?'
Now the Devil, tickled pink with all this bowing and scraping, didn't bother asking why Jack couldn't simply climb up himself. And maybe he should have, for as soon as he was high enough up in that tree, Jack took a rock and scratched a cross in the trunk, quick as light.
The Devil howled. He stamped. He gnashed his teeth and made the most horrendous faces at Jack. But he couldn't get down from that tree, and both of them knew it. Finally the Devil exhausted himself and just said, 'What do you want, Jack?'
Now it was Jack's turn to lean against the tree and call out lazily. 'I want my freedom, Devil. I want you to leave and not come back for three more years.'
The Devil screeched and snarled and his eyes
Said, 'Alright, Jack, you've been clever. I'll wait three years before I come to get you.'
Jack was no fool, and said, 'Swear on your own name, Devil.'
So the Devil grit his teeth and swore, both on his own name and just plain cussing, and Jack took the rock and scratched out the cross.
The Devil sprang out of that tree and sliced across Jack's cheek with his claw before Jack could move. 'That'll help me find you again,' he said, and vanished in a burst of flame.
Now, Jack was feeling pretty damn good about himself, and figured he could do whatever he liked for the next three years, and as long as he repented on the very last day, he'd be good to go.
But three years rolled by, and on the last day, Jack still had that scar on his cheek, and the Devil walked up to claim him.
Said, 'Jack.'
Jack shivered at the growl in the Devil's voice, and he tried to hide it, but the Devil saw. 'No last requests, boy! You come with me.'
Jack thought nimble, and Jack thought quick, and Jack pulled another plan from his bag of tricks. He glanced around and saw that he was close to a market, and a crowded one, at that. 'Oh, Mister Devil, sir, I wouldn't dream of tricking you again,' he said, and if you don't think that he's lying through his teeth then you are a fool. 'But there's one thing that you could do to have some fun.'
The Devil raised an eyebrow, but he kept listening, so Jack kept talking. 'It wouldn't even benefit me at all, no, sir. I'd just get to laugh at them.' He gestured to the marketplace.
The Devil watched him, keen-eyed. 'Well?'
'You turn yourself into a bright, shiny gold coin. I'll toss you into the crowd, and when they start fighting over you, you change back! It'll cause so much panic they won't even know what happened, after.'
The Devil smiled and his eyes glittered. 'I like that plan, Jack,' he said. He snapped his fingers and said some words that Jack couldn't quite catch and then he was a coin, bright and shiny and gold in Jack's palm.
Quick as light, Jack popped the coin into his purse, and turned the clasp sideways so it made a cross. Said, 'Devil, I was lying when I said I wouldn't trick you. I want you to leave for thirteen years, this time.'
The Devil screamed and raged in Jack's mind, but he couldn't touch Jack's resolve, so he finally, angrily swore to leave Jack alone for thirteen full years. Once he'd sworn on his own name, Jack opened the clasp and let the Devil out.
The Devil slashed his claw against Jack's cheek, next to the first wound, and vanished into fire without saying a word.
Now, thirteen years is a very long time when you're someone like Jack. By the time the thirteenth year came by, he'd all but forgotten the Devil's oath. Mirrors weren't nearly as common then.
And so one day, the Devil showed up, said, 'Jack. I call in the debt you owe me thrice over, and I will not be tricked.'
Jack's eyes started to slide away again, and he started to think and plan, but the Devil took hold of his arm before he could open his mouth. 'I will not be tricked,' he repeated, and began to drag Jack along behind him, as if Jack weighed less than a penny.
'Oh, yes, very fair,' Jack said, trying to keep on his feet as the Devil dragged him ever nearer to the fire. The Devil snarled and turned on him. 'I am Mephistopheles. I am the Beast and the Dark and the Pain and the Fear and the Guillotine. I am the Furies and the Night and the Weighted Scales. I am
Jack didn't have to act frightened. The urine soaking his pants did a nice job of telegraphing that for him. But his survival instinct was warring with his fear, and the survival instinct won. 'Still,' he said, trying to keep his voice level and utterly failing, 'wouldn't it be a much sweeter victory if you defeated me fairly?'
The Devil let go of Jack and looked him up and down. A shivering mortal who reeked of fear, sweat, and piss? Easy. 'No tricks.'
'No tricks,' Jack agreed. Of course, neither of them were about to keep their word, but it was the principle of the thing.
'The weapon?' asked the Devil. As the challenger, Jack chose the weapon, and the Devil chose the place and time.
'Our wits,' Jack said. 'And the place and time?'
'Here and now,' the Devil proclaimed, and snapped his fingers and said some words that Jack couldn't quite catch. A ringing sound filled the air, and when that died out, the Devil said, 'No one will disturb us. Begin.'
Jack knew he didn't have a snowball's chance in Hell of beating the Devil in a fair fight. So he turned and high-tailed it to the nearest building, picking up a rock on the way and cutting a cross into the doorframe on his way in. Before the Devil realized what he was doing, Jack was standing at the back door, rock hidden in his palm. 'Catch me, Devil,' he hollered, and the Devil ran at him.
Jack stepped neatly to the side, allowing the Devil to barrel past him, and as he moved, he completed the half-cross on the doorframe. The Devil, once more, was trapped.
He was terrible in his fury, all burning skin and lashing tail and eager fangs. But Jack stayed on his side of the threshold, and the Devil's only condolence was that Jack looked about as defeated as him.
So, after a time, the Devil swore by his own name and some curse words that he'd keep away from Jack for the rest of time, and Jack rubbed out the cross and let the Devil go.
And the Devil lashed across Jack's face like a whip, and melted into an inferno, and was gone.
Jack, or so it seemed at the time, had won.
But Jack got old, and eventually Jack died. He made his way up to Saint Peter's gate, and Peter looked down on him and shook his head, and so Jack left.
He made his way down to the gates of Hell, but the Devil honors only those promises that benefit him or hinder his enemies, and so the message came back that Jack was not welcome there. With the message came a single lantern, already lit.
Jack took the lantern and began to wander the Earth, invisible to the living and exiled by the dead, as he does and is to this day.
And that is where the story usually leaves off.
But there is one more story. Not Jack of the Lantern's - his is done. But of another Jack, one that came centuries later. Jack o' Nine Tails.
This Jack was cruel and merciless. This Jack, when he trapped the Devil, made him scream and writhe and beg for his freedom. This Jack loved the pain he brought, and brought it solely for his pleasure. And this Jack extracted his promise from the Devil - and then broke his own, ruthlessly and sadistically, and he savored the Devil's torment like a sweet wine.
And when the Devil could finally stand, he faced this Jack, and he remembered the other. Remembered his tricks, but also remembered that he had kept his final word. But the Devil had learned a lot, in these centuries between, and could see this Jack's value.
Said, 'Jack.'
And Jack said, 'Yes, Devil?'
And the Devil smiled, all honey and teeth, and said, 'Jack. How'd you like a job?'
And so if you see a lonely, bobbing light, one cold dark night, call out to it. It's Jack o' the Lantern, the Lonely Traveler, and he could use a place to stay. Perhaps the kindness of a stranger would soften his heart, and give him another chance at Heaven.
But if you see nothing, and you hear a low, dark chuckle in your ear, and the electric hymn of a whip, then you run. You run hard and fast and you don't ever look back. Because there's a saying. 'If there are no survivors, who is left to tell the stories?' And there are plenty of stories of the Lantern's Jack, but there are next to none of Jack o' Nine Tails, Jack o' the Whip, Jack of the biting lash.
And if there are no stories..
Run.