173

Chapter One

     Jack has just arrived home. He had a long day today. His boss have him a hard time for being late and proceeded to criticize him for what he was wearing. Jack wanted to quit but needed the money for what he wanted to do with his life. He went to walk to the door until he noticed something around the side of his house. He walked over to see that a window was broken.
     Oh goddamnit, he rushed over to the door, but realized he didn't know what he was dealing with. He slowly opened the door and quietly walked through the house. He heard crying and went towards where it was coming from. It was from Mary's bedroom. He tiptoed over to the door and peaked through the little crack. He saw a man holding a gun to his mother's head and Mary sitting in the corner, sobbing.
     (Come on, Jackie)
     "Where's the goods?!" The man asked, his voice shaky and nervous. This must've been his first time robbing a house.
     "I don't know what you're talking about!" Jack's mother yelled. If only Jack's dad was still alive, this wouldn't have happened. Jack wanted to intervene, but didn't wanna risk anyone dying. He was trying to think of a way to distract the man, but it was too late.
     "I'll give you until three! One... two... THREE!" A bullet rang out throughout the house. Jack watched as his mother hit the ground. It was like slow motion. The body taking ages to hit the ground, the guy realizing what he done, and Mary yelling "Mom"
     (Yes, Jack, let the rage consume you, LET THE HATRED CONTROL YOU)
Jack stood up and went into the kitchen. He drew the biggest knife he could find from its place in the knife holder. He walked back to room to see his sister bent over the bed and the man holding her down. Jack couldn't take it anymore, he threw open the door and walked towards the man. He drew the knife up and before he could bring it down, the man took notice and dodged it. He did something he will always regret. He shot Jack.
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     Jack opened his eyes and got up from the ground. He was confused as to why and how the house gotten so red. He took a look around and saw Mary cowering in the corner, just then had he realized what happened.
     "Mary, it's ok, it's all over now," Jack was trying to comfort her, "It'll be ok, I promise," She was crying heavily. Jack came over to her and hugged her. She reluctantly hugged back. She was terrified and traumatized. She shouldn't have had this happen on her 18th birthday.
      "Why- why did he- he murder mom?" She was speaking through tears and sorrow.
     "He was a bad man, Mary. He did what he wanted, but he's paid the price for it," Jack looked over his shoulder and at the body that lay across the room. His shirt was torn and the carvings on his chest read "BLEED" from his shoulder to his hip. He wasn't dead, but he'll wish he was.
(The blood, oh God, the blood. It's splatter makes my soul just cheer with joy)
The police arrived and bursted through the door. They aimed directly towards Jack.
"Freeze! Drop the weapon and get on the ground with your hands behind your back!" The first cop yelled. Jack followed through and put his hands behind him. The second cop, who's tag read "Martin", cuffed him. Mary was in a cops arms crying as the cop tried to calm her down. Alice rushed in through the door to see Jack get escorted out.
     "What- what happened?!" She had the shocked look of a bystander who witnessed a murder, as if that wasn't what happened. Well, it wasn't a murder, but more like a brutal beating. If a beating included weapons and carving.
     "It's not important, all that matters is that you and Mary are safe," Jack said as he passed by her. He was put into the back of the cop car. He looked out the window to see Mary and Alice waving at him, the sad eyes of a dog on their faces as they watch someone close to them get taken.
     "So, you're the notorious 'Mr. Bleed' hm? One of our hardest killers to catch. Thought you'd put up more of a fight," the cop, Martin, driving said. Jack sat in silence and only looked out the window as time slowly ticked by. It felt like hours before they reached the prison where Jack was to be taken. Both him and Martin got out of the car and went into the prison. The procedures for a new inmate went by more quicker than the drive there. Jack's brown hair hit the ground as it was shaved off. It didn't take long since it was short anyway. He was escorted to his cell and kept there for a few hours. Later that day, he was called out.
     "Mr. Williams, we need you to come with us," said the first cop. The second cop opened the cell and signaled for Jack to follow them. Jack followed and met with the Warden, who was talking to other people. Strange individuals they were. The two were wearing black and gas masks and the symbol on their shoulders was a symbol Jack never seen before.
(Oooh, new play pals)
Shut it, Jack thought to himself, trying to tell Mr. Bleed to keep quiet. The Warden turned to Jack and said, "You're being sent off with these people. I'm sure you'll understand that you're not going to go home," He turned his head down and did what Jack thought was sniffle. It was like he felt bad for what was happening.
"I do understand, sir" Jack said, his voice cracking from holding back his tears. The strange men signaled for Jack to follow and so he did. They led him to a big truck that read "Matt's Mattresses" on the side, covering up something underneath. He was put into the back and the doors were shut. Jack could hear the front doors being shut.
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     It felt like hours, so many sweat-induced hours. He's been in the back of this ginormous truck for so long that when the door opened, he forgot where he was and actually felt excited. It didn't last that long though. The two men signaled for him to come along. Something Jack noticed was that neither of them said a word when they were around Jack. They were talking the whole way through the ride, but never directly around Jack. He followed the men to a strange building. It had the same symbol that was on their shoulders. The words read "SCP. Secure. Contain. Protect." They went into the building after scanning their ID's and led Jack to a room. Only now did they speak to him.
     "You are in the 'SCP Foundation' for being a dead man walking. You will no longer go by your name, but as a D-Class and a number. Your number is 173. Welcome to your new home, D-173," Jack looked at both of them with no signs of hope. He knew where he belonged. He embraced his new life, the new people, his new home.