The Two Faced Jack

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One morning, a boy with a silver hair named Jack woke up screaming. It turned out he was having a nightmare. A nightmare so bad it could kill. But when he woke up no one was there to console him. Feeling stressed, he ignored the nightmare as this is already a routine for him. The countless nightmares, and the empty feeling of being alone.

He stood up cleaned the stables he slept in and continue on doing his job. His eyes that gleams like countless stars, stared at the distance while cleaning the floor. His lips as soft as a cloud, moving as he speaks to himself. "I will get out of this ordeal" a promise so that he can maintain his sanity. He truly is a pretty boy with a poor fortune. He have the looks but not the luck. He was born a dog, who's purpose is only to serve.

But he didn't complain or drown himself on his own misery, as he knows he have the courage to stand back up and be free. Jack is a kind man who believes that every person is inherently kind and loving. But due to his beliefs he is regarded as a naive slave who will do anything for his ideals.

When night has begun, and the darkness creep in. A sudden loud laugh can be heard. The people from the city says it is a ghost haunting the manor Jack lives in. Others says it is a monster the count keeps as a pet. Unbeknownst to them it is much worse, it is a human full of hatred ready to burst.

That human is Jack, rather another personality of Jack who has lost his sanity. Who is ready to kill for his owner. In fact the people from the city could be right when they say he is a pet the count is keeping. As this Jack is a pet the count uses to kill.

Every time this side of Jack is awake. The smell of blood spreads in the air. The sight of blood splashing through the walls of the basement of the manor is a routine. And the sounds of laughter and scream can be heard.

The two faced Jack is what the count calls him, beware of this boy as he can be the kind jack that will help you, ifever you got lost in the city. Or kill you if ever the count want you gone.

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