No Need For Eyes

Season 2, Chapter 1: 2014

June 24th, 2014.

A warm, summer day in Boston, Massachusetts. On top of a very high building, sitting on its edge, feet dangling over the streets below, was a boy wearing skinny jeans, blue converse, and a black hoodie. He had earplugs in."They say stay in your lane boy...." He mumbled to the tune of the music. He was wearing a blue mask, with an odd black ooze streaming from the eye holes. He quickly looked down, and saw a car that was about to drive past the base of the building. He took the headphones out and placed them in his pocket. He stood up, and looked down."Dinner time." He said as he jumped off the edge of the building. He fell into the sun roof of the car. His foot jammed itself into the drivers head, but he had the guy in the passenger seat to worry about. So he took the stearing wheel and directed the car towards the nearest bridge. The man in the passenger seat, with wide eyes, smacked him in the chest, over and over."Hey, easy! This is a new hoodie! " The boy yelled in a very sarcastic voice. Once he saw they were on the bridge, he quickly spun the wheel, and the car fell off into the water.

By now, you've very likely guessed the boy was Jack. So I'll just say that now so it's a little more obvious for the slower folks out there. When they were in the water, Jack took out a scalpel from his pocket. He repeatedly stabbed the man in the throat until he died. He grabbed the shirts of the two dead men, and swam away. He dragged himself and their bodies on shore. He cut their backs open and ate both of their kidney's. This was Jack's life now. Finding random people to murder, running away. Running away. Something he had been doing for a while, now. He hated to think of the night of the school dance. The night his life changed. The night his one, true love was murdered. But it was in the past, and he was eyeless Jack, now. His murders and sightings were on the news pretty much every day. He sat there, watching the sun set over the city, eating his meal.

North Conway, New Hampshire.

A dark, cold night. In an ally way, a loud smack was heard, followed by "What the hell, Tim!?" Tim stood their, over Clockwork, who was on the ground. He had just punched her in the face. Toby had to be heald back by Jeff and the rake."What? I need some sort of revenge after you killed my girl." Tim said. It had been months, and he had heald in all the anger he could so that finding Jack wouldn't be as hard, but he finally popped."Tim, come on, we don't need this now." Said Ben. Jeff and the rake lost their grip, and Toby went berserk. He was about to punch Tim when a black tentacle came out from behind a shadow and grabbed his fist. Out walked the Operator."Tim! Toby! This will not help us in our search for Jack!" The operator said. He let go of Toby's fist. He backed away from Tim."Well where the hell is this kid!? We've been searching for him for months and we've found nothing!" Said clockwork. It was sad. They were only one state away from Jack, and they didn't even know it.

Boston

It was a little after midnight. Jack had his hood up, walking through the streets. It was very bright, and loud. All the buildings lit up like they were on fire, the sounds of late night traffic and car horns constantly beeping. Late night dance clubs and strip bars were open, and each one Jack past had its own weird smell emitting off of it. He had finished his meal, and it took him about an hour to find a safe way back into the city, one that wouldn't get him caught, or noticed. He took a sudden turn down an ally. Once he was deep inside of it, he went up to a door on one of the walls. He knocked and a kid, about his age, wearing an orange hoodie and a black mask with red eyes painted on, opened the door."Hey, Hoodie." Jack said. Hoodie looked up at him."Hey, Jack, come on in, smile dog and the pocket are here." Hoodie said. They walked into a bar area. Sitting down were a cavalcade of strange looking characters. First was a dog. It was a husky, and a big one, too. It had a big, weird smile on its face, and the fur around its mouth was soaked in blood. Next to it was a very scary looking creature. It seemed to have a body that resembled a deer, but it's head really wasn't a head at all. It was an animal skull, likely a deer skull. It had fluffy, black fur around where it's neck and "head" met. When the dog saw Jack, it started to wag its tail. It hopped off its seat, and ran to jacks ankles. It brushed against him."Hey, boy, how are you?" Jack said in his"talking-to-animals" voice. You know, the high pitched, cute one that everyone has when they talk to animals. He walked over and took a seat next to the deer creature."Good evening, Jack." The creature said."Hey, pocket, how's the murdering seen?" Jack asked to the "pocket". It nodded and said "good, Boston has some VERY interesting people to kill. But more importantly, very delicious people, as well." The pocket replied. All around the bar were differant, crazy looking people. They each were murders and killer. All of them had some kind of blood on their hands or faces. This bar was clearly unknown to most people."well, welcome back to the black crucible, Jack." Said hoodie as he went behind the bar to pour him a drink. That must've been the name of the bar, the black crucible. Jack started to sip his drink. He didn't care that he was under age. it's not that it would get him drunk, either. Litteraly nothing harmed him anymore. Just as he was settling in, a woman walked in, with a little girl at her side. The woman immediately took a knife and stabbed a man sitting close to her. Everyone bolted up and grabbed their knives in self defense. She had bleach white skin, and a big, red smile, like Jeff."Now then, boys, my daughter and I, here, are looking for a guy named Jack. Anyone know him?" She asked. Whatever was going to happen next wasn't going to be good.