Love made of blood

Chapter 1 - The beginning

Jack, 25 years old man, wakes and like every single day he goes to the bathroom take a shower, and then he goes looks at the mirror ‘always the same short and dark hair, always the same brown eyes and always this damn scar on my back’, then after getting dressed he goes meet his best friend, Connor, same age as Jack and short and brown hair and brown eyes and likes the same things as Jack, with a difference that Connor loves to play chess. He goes take his breakfast and talk to his friend that was Jack routine before going to work.

Connor – I heard that there was a new cd with classic music and was looking on the net yesterday for some music and I think that you will just love it.

Jack – ok , you can show me later.

Conner – right, and then I will convince you to play a little game of chess with me .

Jack – I think that is something that will never happen, what’s so funny playing against somebody that pass all of his time playing chess AND reading book about chess?

Connor – the fun is in there, because I always win.

Jack (laughing) – very smart of you…

Well, I have got to go to work, because as opposed to someone I know I have to work in the morning… one day I will understand why you came here take your breakfast so early with me when you can stay at bed and get to sleep until later.

Connor (smiling) - I told you before … I like to know what’s new.

Jack – Right … see you soon.

Some time after Jack arrives at his work place , he looks at his table, like always there it was the newspaper of the day, and in the first page one more victim of one of the serial killers that appeared to more or less a year in his city. He kills men that were between 20 and 35 years old and they all were red headed with green eyes. Nobody knew yet who could it be, not even a single suspect, just the clue that it had to be a man and  that’s why they all called him ‘’red shadow’’.

Jack, in his thoughts ‘so… I see that they found another one’.

Finally one more day of work was over. On the way home, as always he goes through the streets with few people, sometimes it was rare to see someone there. But then he saw someone, he had to be between 20 and 30 years old, ‘just perfect to be the next victim of the redshadow’.

Jack tried, he tried to contain himself, but his anger was stronger than his fears, so he followed him and when the right moment come he called him, the red head turned and was surprised with a knife penetrated in the stomach, feeling a sharp pain.

Jack looked at his victim eyes and saw that they were green ‘definitely the perfect victim’ and expressed a big smile, we can even say that was real one, but also a scary one, in those moments Jack was no longer the person he was during the day, he was a completely different person, he was the ‘red shadow’.

Jack started making more pressure on the knife, causing his victim to take a few steps back, going against the wall, then putting the other hand on the victim's neck, squeezing it tightly, making the rest of his body powerless, and when he took the knife, the red head, falls to the ground, bleeding out, and already unconscious, and Jack stayed there observing it, until his last breath.

When he was sure that he had died, Jack wrapped the knife he used to kill in a handkerchief, so that when he arrived at home he could save it, and like all others knives, he did not intend to use it again, it was like a memory, because it kind of made him feel better.

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On the next day, it was Saturday, at the weekends Jack always spends his days with his friend Connor and was the only days that he would not release his anger.