Nursery Rhymes (Hoodie x E. Jack)

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Jack had been up for a few hours now. He felt great, and hummed a tune as he walked around the empty house alone. But he wasn't sure where the proxies went, and had not been told anything before hand. From Jacks perspective, they just upped and left. Deciding it was an unscheduled mission the cannibal went down to the basement and started sterilizing eventing for his next slaughter.

He wasn't sterilizing for the victims sake, but for his own health. You never use the same knife you cut the fishes head off with on the steak you plan to eat.

Going out and into society Jack found a healthy looking target and followed them for two hours before he moved in for the kill. Clean cuts and unnoticed he carried the body back to the mansion like house, just a few minutes out of town on the bad side of town.

As he walked down allies and off to the side of the roads he held the girl's corpse on his back like she was taking a piggyback ride.

As he went people screamed and argued outside and inside houses that have seen better times. Vicious dogs barked and beat dogs coward. Kids road by on rusted bikes yelling nonsense to each other in their language of slangs and stringed together curse swords.

Jack shook his head, he was used to children cussing, but still found it strange. A long time ago a kid would have been slapped for even uttering a poorly structured sentence, now they ran wild with their words. But long ago times were more strict, and time moves like a wave hitting the shore, trends constantly changing as they approached and move back into the sea of indifference.

Jack walked passed the neighborhood that was deemed full of dangerous outcast and back to his current residence.

He worked and cleaned in the basement for a few hours, preserving everything of importance to him from the dead girl. By the time he was done his internal clock told him sunset was approaching.

Curious as to where Hoodie was, Jack decided to stick around and wait to call him, to see if Hoodie would call first and explain. The evening wore on and no call came.

Worried Jack sat on the couch and fumbled with his phone. The clock ticked loudly on the wall, every once in a while a car would race pass outside on the long stretch of road a five minute walk away. Still Jack sat.

The sun lowered and lowered until it dipped below the horizon. It's beams turning the world dusty orange and fading yellow when the day decided to call it quits. The cannibal sat back and threw his arms over the couches backrest, still and silent as always.

Outside the crickets began to play their music, it was a beautiful familiar melody. The suns last rays died off and darkness eased gently into the town and through the old house. Sighting Jack gave in and called Hoodie, lifting the phone to his ear.

He swallowed and waited, his elbows resting on his knees. Hoodie's phone rang. Then again. Jack stayed still. It rang once more. Voice mail. Jack hung up, not leaving a message.

Lowering the phone he sat a moment before standing up. Going upstairs to his and Hoodie's room Jack slipped out of his clothes and crawled into bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring him.

The next day the organ eater woke up alone. Sighing he went about his business like always, but not like always at the same time.

He still acted like he did at his old place, like all the other places he lived. He went around and cleaned up, washed down, fixed anything broke. He would read every braille book he could find (which Hoodie had felt the need to buy many of them for the cannibal) and listen to music peacefully. He would go on long walks in every direction and explore new areas he's never been. Jack was used to being alone. But now, now it didn't always feel right to be alone.