Jack

The Beginning

His name is Jack and he believes he was put on this earth to save them. To save them all. The weakest of the human species, the women who had no sense, no means to get away from their primal need. Beings driven by the spirits that made them evil, sinful dirty mirth. He is here to save womankind and no one would stop him.
He had discovered his calling at the ripe age of twelve. By then he lived with his mother and his sister in wretched poverty. He knew what hunger and suffering meant and he believes that was his molding,his training for this divine purpose.
He remembers his first. The first woman he liberated. It had to be someone special. No scratch that, it had been someone special. His beloved mommy. She had been the one to make him aware of the evil and bondage females were under. She could not help herself. She couldn't help coming home sozzled. She couldn't help bringing all those men into the house, laying with them for mere pennies. She couldn't help it when the men came for him too touching and prodding and even defiling his innocent body and soul. She couldn't help when she too touched him and kissed him in a way no mother should to her child. She couldn't help it when she too ruined and corrupted him.
He did blame her at first. He was angry, raging with ire that his own mommy would betray him like that. But that was before when he was too young, too naive and too stupid to realise that i wasn't her fault.
As he hit puberty however, he became elavated. He transcended the mundane mind of basic existence and learnt of the terrible oppression his mommy was under. With this he knew he had no option but to help her. He loved her so much he couldn't stand to watch her shackled by her body and its evil. And so on the night of his twelfth birthday he had gotten up and crept to her room.
He opened the creaky door slowly, sure she would not hear a thing. She was passed out from all the day's drinking after all. He walked into the disheveled room careful not to step on any of the broken glass on the floor. When he got to the side of the bed he stared down at his mother. How pretty she was. Her eyes were closed but he could picture how gorgeous they were, so large so blue. They had always thrilled him.
Shaking himself free of his thoughts he remembered why he was there. He raised the knife he had brought with him as high as he could and with all his might plunged it deep into her chest. Then he pulled it out and stabbed her again and again and again... She opened her eyes wide open,gasping for breath, thrashing on the bed, startling him a little and with blood oozing out of her mouth she beseeched," No Jack..please don't...please Jack...please". But Jack knew that wasn't her talking and he kept at it, stabbing the evil out of her. As he watched tears of joy roll out of her eyes, he smiled broadly, an immense feeling of pride flooding his heart. She was finally happy.He watched the life slowly dim from her precious eyes, kissed her cheek sweetly and whispered lovingly, "See mommy, your little man is a hero."

His mother lay still on the bed. Blood quickly seeping through her mattress onto the floor. Jack knelt by the bed and looked at her so blissful in her liberation. Then he reached for the little scalpel he had stolen from the biology class at school and got to work.
Slowly and steadily he peeled off her eyelid to reveal the eyeball underneath. With the utmost care he used his fingers to probe the eyeballs out of their sockets before snipping off the arteries that still connected them to her head.
When he was done he looked down at his prize and thought about how good they would do to start of his collection. He would grant her the greatest honor of her life, she would be remembered forever.

He cleaned off the prints on the knives just as he had seen on t.v. and dumped them in his mother's room. He went back to his room cleaned himself up and went to bed after hiding his little prizes in his hidden spot. No one would find his treasures no matter how hard they looked.

In the morning he was woken up by screams. "Aah Becky must have found her" he thought. He got out of bed and went to console Becky, wondering why she was being ungrateful. "Oh well she's still a baby,she doesn't understand" he thought as he took her hand and dragged her downstairs where they called the police and then waited for them at the steps of the derilict house, at the end of the lane on their ugly street.
When the police arrived, they found two innocent children waiting. A five year old girl sobbing her heart out in the arms of a twelve year old boy with a forlorn look on his face crying silently to himself.