How he became Jack

part 1

Jack sighed when he found out that the culprit who had made a sound was, in fact, a rat.

   Once the knife was as clean as new, he put it away inside a secret pocket of his long coat.
Seven. He had killed seven women in the last two weeks. A least he knew that he had done it, even though he couldn't recall doing it.

   He knew something was... off about him. But contrary to other people, he didn't felt the agonising guilt he was supposed to feel. So each time he had felt the sickening feeling of not being himself, he would watch as his body would move on it's own, perpetrating one crime after another, without leaving any traces of himself behind.

   London was in its darkest hours, while, during the day, Jack would give newspapers as a daily job.

   Even though he knew he was committing crimes, never, not once, did he thought of going to the police station. He would be put in jail, or worse, be killed for what he had unwillingly done.

   So of course he swore to himself, never to speak about "Jack" to anyone, never letting anyone get close enough to suspect him. Surely he had a few friends, but they were just for display. Because a lone man without even a friend was always a prime suspect for the police.

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Hello! ^w^
Thank you for reading the first part of How he became Jack!
That's one of my first stories in English, but I'll soon translate the other stories in English~ ^-^
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