The One You Wanted (mxm)

3 - First Impressions

Jack

Jack has always been emotionally impaired. It wasn't like he had any emotions to spare anyways. He lacked happiness and pleasure, but also distress and fear. Although he was always characterized as a 'charmer' by the people in his life. He made them all think that he could love them and care for them, when really he was not at all capable of that.
He had moved to this little town in Indiana when he was seventeen. He had a job opportunity to work for himself and not need other people. He didn't hate working with them per se, he just thought they were all foolish. Always distracted by feelings and emotions that were completely useless to their success.

Jack worked out of his home most times of the year and on occasion would travel back to his hometown to see his family and his brothers. He didn't care much for them. But he found that when most teenage boys leave their home, they always went back to visit. He hated this tradition, but it was something he was obligated to do and it seemed required that he go aid the family with any grievances.

As a side hobby, Jack had found some pleasure in the removal of human life. Or murder as some would call it. He never killed for personal gain, and only for sport. He thought it sad that some needed to do such a thing to get what they wanted, because Jack always got what he wanted.
He had sailed through school socially and academically. He took all college courses through highschool and started his life early. He knew better than to flaunt as that may raise some suspicion of his own personal operation.

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This day was a day same as the rest for Jack. He lived in a three story townhouse, two if you don't count the basement, on the east side of town. Most of the surrounding complexes were empty due to the pricey nature of the homes.
He drove a dark grey four door sedan. It was the second car he had bought himself since had moved to he city. The first was a forest green impala from the year 1996. It was a good starter car, but Jack felt he needed a bit of an upgrade since he could afford it.

He didnt follow any specific routine day-to-day. He mostly did everything on his own timeline and when he wanted to. One thing he did control was his sleep schedule. He woke up at seven thirty in the morning and went to bed at eleven thirty at night. He knew that in order to have energy through the day, he needed eight hours of sleep. No less and no more, or he would feel tired.

He typically started his day out with a healthy breakfast consisting of either oatmeal and fresh fruit, or an omelet with vegetables. He thought it best to make sure his body never complained to him during the day so that he could focus on his work. It was imperative to him that he always stay engaged with whatever he was doing.

After breakfast, he started on his laptop to work on a project. He worked for a company called 'MyCell' who programmed websites for the government. MyCell was a high paying job and gave Jack lots of leisure time. He was given one project every week or so, and finished within two or three days.
This project was one that focused on updating any new laws and or rules of the federal government that had to do with traffic violations. It was a simple one that Jack was assigned every month or so. He was not particularly fond of the project however, because it was too much of a stationary one, resurfacing too often. He liked change, infact, he sought it out at most times.

Once he worked for an hour or two on his assigned project, Jack would focus more on his own personal agenda. Today, he had to go to the supermarket, then find a new being to immolate for his own pleasure. He liked this process very much so. He always found new ways of detaining them. However, first on the list, was the supermarket. Jack was completely out of eggs and margarine, so he decided to go ahead and do his weekly shopping as well.

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It didn't take much to maintain a single person household. But Jack always cooked meals from scratch and never from a package. He was quite good at cooking, and enjoyed the art of it. He found that creation was something many struggled at, yet he excelled at it.
Jack made his way into his car and started for the supermarket. It was ten minutes away without traffic. He never played music while he drove. It wasn't something he enjoyed unless he played it with his own hands. He enjoyed the silence of the car with the soft roar of the engine heard within it. It was like the pur of a lion, something that can be so sweet yet so violent.

Once Jack arrived at the supermarket, he pulled his car through a spot and put it in park. He then exited swiftly. He was not one to sit in the driver's seat and relax for a moment. He was always quick about it. He never dallied about when he did things. He was always efficient and precise.

He checked his list and he walked through the market, and repeated it to himself several times. By this point he had had it memorized as he grabbed the items he needed. He threw them into the little basket he carried at his side.
Jack knew the cashiers well. He often went to this market as opposed to others, simply because of how close it was to his own home.

"Hello James" the elder cashier greeted in a tone that only one who is exhausted can perform.
They all called the man 'James' as that was his full name. He always introduced himself as such. Only his family and old friends called him Jack. However, he still had referred to himself as such due to habit.

"Hello Margaret" he returned in a more lively way. He watched as she scanned the items from his basket. He made sure that every single item made it into the bags.
Margaret made small talk with him as she scanned. God, how Jack hated small talk. It was useless and he did not understand how it was seen as 'polite', it was quite preposterous.