Something is very wrong. The pills aren't helping. The orange light is still there. My eyes burn every time it enters my skull. I can't fix this. Iam notincontrolforonce. Nothingisrightanymore. Not even the gods can save what once was. The greater spirit guides me. He shows me the path that I will take. The only question now is, how long will it last?

Jack Shepard Dies A Horrible Painful Death A/N: First of all, I love Lost but I hate the second and third seasons so I decided I'll kill someone off if they're not going IS MY FIRST LOST FANFICTION!Evil Andy is the property of THE PETE PETERSON EXPERIENCE(me). Use him without permission and I'll have the Fanfiction administration gut you. You shitkickers. Turn back if you can't handle really really Really really really really really gory stories.

Jack and Hurley were at the graveyard where the dead people were buried.

"We gotta find Ana Lucia's grave. We need that key." Jack said.

"Uh, dude. I need to tell you something."Hurley said.

"Save it for later Hurley. We need that key to open station #7 the door."

"Sorry dude, this can't wait. but I got to go away. Far away." Hurley said. He saw a boat on the water charging towards them.

"WHat?!" jack said.

Hurley jogged away. A lifeguard boat crashed into Jack.

"Ow.." Jack groveled in pain on the ground.

"AHAHAHHA!" Evil Inspector Andy said as he got out of his boat.

"Who are you? What're you doing here?" Jack asked, mildly scared.

"What the fuck do you know my inner rage and pain and suffering, wanker?"

"I asked you first." Jack added.

"You dumbass motherfucker." Andy said as he took out a switchblade and threw it at jack. It hit him squarley in the left arm. Blood gushed out. Jack clutched his arm.

"Hey doctor, go fix yourself." Any said. He took out a saw and cut off Jack's fingers on the bloody arm.

"Oh God." Jack said as he looked at his lacerated fingers. Andy started to chuckle.

"Funny, I didn't think you believed in God." Andy said. Jack fell back to the ground. Andy took out an ax.

"Any last words Jack?"

"Yeah, fuck you." Jack said, He didn't say much more as his head was decapitated by the ax. Blood spewed out of his corpse. Andy got in the boat and took the propeller and destroyed Headless Jack's body. His body was torn up like a meat in a blender. Kate came rushing to the graveyard.

"Where's Jack? she asked Andy.

"Your looking at his remains."

Kate looked at the ground and saw pieces of Jack everywhere not to mention his decapitated head.

"You bastard." she said.

"Thank you. Andy said as he put the boat into the ocean and sped away."

The next day a small funeral was held for Jack. Everyone was there except for Jack who buried,

"I'm sad about what happened to Jack." Hurley said after the funeral.

"Why did you do it Hurley?" Locke asked.

"Do what?" Hurley asked.

"Abandon Jack. Why did you do it?"

"Listen here, I didn't have a choice. He was going to kill me. Now, tell me, dude, if someone was gonna kill you, you would abandon your best friend to save, yourself, right?" Hurley said angrily. But Locke didn't have an answer. He just stared off into the ocean.