Don't Let Me Die (Jack The Killer Fan Fic)

Cheater four: Thirteen

"13.." He said holding his knife. "I..i..i killed 13 people" he stammered crying. He sat next to the fire he slept next to only two nights ago. He was still twisting his knife in his hands and felt tear drops fall down his eyes. "They didn't deserve what I did, but I couldn't stop, it felt so..it made me feel so..alive.." Jack stood up and walked over to the already set up tent.

*Flash back*

Jack was running. The knife he took from the first man he killed, was clenched in is hand as he made his way to a house.

It was a nice little home. He opened the front door and snuck his way up the stairs bitting his lip. As he walled down the dark hallway he ran his hand on the wall. "I have to do this" he told himself trudging along. His heart started beating faster realizing he was really doing this. It wasn't self defense like before, this was cold blooded killing, and it gave him a thrill. A..indescribable feeling of joy.

He felt his hand hit a door and he opened it quietly. Sleeping in a small twin mattress was a little girl. The door qently closed behind Jack and he started humming. "Hush little baby don't say a word" Jack sung with a smooth but raspy deep voice, "Jacks gonna buy you a mocking bird." He ran his fingers along the bed and got on top of her. She groaned and started to wake up. "And if that mocking bird won't sing" Jack contuined, putting his hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. "Jacks gonna fucking kill the thing" With the finish of that last word, Jack rose the knife he was still holding and jammed it into her side. "Yes" he laughed to himself stabbing her again feeling a warm liquid cover him.

He continued through the house, each time killing someone else.

Jack reached the last door, seeing a sleeping husband, but no wife. He slowly crept in licking his lips with excitement. "I'm gonna kill you" he yelled making the dad wake up. The man shot up and looked straight at the killer.

"What!? Whose there!?" The man screamed.

"Hush little baby don't say a word" the murder sung in a deep tone.

"What are you going to do to me!?"

"I said don't say a fucking word!" Jack screamed and threw the knife at the man. He moved out of the way and jumped out of the bed rushing at Jack.

"I hoped it would be easier" Jack laughed, "but this is fun." The man went to punch the killer but he grabbed his arm and headbutted him. The husband stumbled back dazed, and Jack ran at him, socking him in the face, making the man fall and bang his head againts the corner of his bed frame.

"Mhm" Jack said and opened up the man's closet. Throwing shit everywhere jack smiled. Until he saw, a suit. He yanked it out and put it on. It was black, but opened up having a white undershirt under it.

He made his way to the bathroom and cleaned his knife off. "What did I just do" he said looking at the tears forming in his eyes. The feeling left and a new one formed, regret. "I killed 3 children, and a man, all innosent." Tears fell down the killers face and he slammed his first on the wall.

The knife in his hand rose and he pressed the cold blade to his face still looking in the mirror. Tears kept falling down his face. He laughed and cried, his arms Shaking. The knife pressed under his eye, and he slashed down, four times. "If I'm going to cry, I will for ever have tears on my eyes" he slashed four on the other sides and smiled feeling the warm blood drip down his bleach white face. "What's wrong with me?" His eyes were black. Unlike his father, having white eyes. His were dark black. He wasn't sure if he had eyes in the sockets or not, but Jack couldn't care less.

*End of flash back*
*Jacks point of view*

I got into the tent tears starting to leave me face, and fell onto a sleeping bag. I laid on top of it and looked up, starring at the top of the tent.

"I don't know how I got here. I just opened my eyes, and was in the woods. I was attacked and learned, I love to kill. I found houses and over the last two days, have killed 13 people. Now I'm sleeping in a tent, the place I call home. I've been called Jack, Jack the killer. So I guess that's who I am. An insane murderer named Jack the killer." I said to myself feeling my eyes drift shut. My hands touched the scars under my eyes, and I fell asleep after a long day of killing.