The One You Wanted (mxm)

4 - Victim

Jack

Jack felt the need for new blood shed. It was kind of like how an avid smoker needed a nicotine fix. He felt the draw towards it.
He often visited places he hadn't been before so that he could find some new bodies to scope. It sounded harsher than it was. He really just needed something to grasp onto. But he was selective, it couldn't be just anybody. He had a small inkling whenever he found someone to help control his need.
This day, of all days, he had decided to visit Brooksville Bar and Grille. It had been on his radar for quite some time, however, it was a significant distance from his place of residence. He had decided that it was finally time to visit the place. He didn't expect to find someone straight away. So, he went at around five o'clock and took his time selecting.

He had seated himself in the back corner of the Grille and simply ordered an appetizer, as well as a water with no ice.
He sat and gazed at the surrounding people for a couple of hours until he saw one he found particularly interesting. It was the bar tender that came in around seven o'clock.

He had his hair neatly combed back, letting a few strands hang loose over his temple. He slouched slightly as he walked from customer to customer, smiling at every half drunken homosapien that set foot into the place.
Jack observed the way his body moved as he tended the bar. He seemed to enjoy where he was at the moment. Occasionally having an extended conversation with a patron or two. He seemed to take in every detail of the people he humored. He rarely made eye contact as his focus shifted over the individuals.

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Jack watched the boy work for some time before he seemed to start cleaning his space. Then, he took the opportunity to move to the bar area when the new tender arrived and the boy took a seat at the very place he served.
His drink was a rum and coke, dressed up a tad with a drink umbrella. It was almost comical that he did such a thing as if it was to make himself feel better. Jack ordered his own drink, whiskey, a double shot, and a water to help soothe the burn. He hated chasers, and whiskey wasn't exactly the thing you could use one with.

The boy had taken notice of Jack and so he waited for him to speak. He died to hear his voice just once. He wanted to know if the boy was the one he would take.
He took several minutes to muster up the courage to talk to Jack. Jack knew he had a certain charisma about him, as most killers did. He was well aware that he was hard to resist when it came to the ladies as well. But this boy, in particular, had taken the same liking to him.
Jack had ebony eyes, and hair to match, which were easily his two most appealing features. He was well built and naturally held himself tall. It was almost intimidating if someone had let it get to them.

The boy took a while to speak, so Jack aided him with the process by clearing his throat. He jumped slightly and then stumbled to say words.

"Oh, uh, sorry" he mumbled and his eyes dropped to the floor. His voice was soft and sweet. Jack felt a little hum in his chest when he spoke. That's how he knew, he was the one.

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Jonah. Jonah Elias Corey. A beautiful name, and Jack could not stop thinking about it on the drive home. The name played like a merry tune inside his head, and Jack hated music. He wondered why it sat on his tongue the way it did.
Jack flipped the plastic identification card around in his fingers. Jonah had a smirk on his face, and his hair fell loosely in front of his face. He wore a light blue hoodie that simply said 'smile.'.

When the two were at the bar, Jack had put a dissolvable tablet of Flunitrazepam into Jonah's drink. The drug is a type of extreme sedative typically used to treat insomnia.
Jack had then waited for Jonah to exit the bar, and followed him as he walked home. When the boy passed out, he collected him and brought him home. It was typically what he did when he found his next victim.

Jack stowed him in the room in his basement in which the walls were created from tile. He often found that blood was easier cleaned from this type of surface, and he found the most enjoyment from using knives.

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Jack decided that it was time to visit Jonah and see if he had woken up yet. It had only been a few hours since the drug took effect so he wasn't quite sure.
He dragged open the heavy metal door he had installed himself to insure the security of the room. It was heavy even for Jack, but it was a trusted piece of equipment.
Once opened, he watched as the boy squirmed to get as far away as possible. Jack showed no emotion but oh how badly he wanted to laugh. He gave the smallest smile when the door closed behind him and Jonah had tears in his eyes.

Jack slowly walked forwards and gave the boy a bigger fright as he simply said the name of his new arrival.

"H- how do you know my name?"

"Your driver's license told me all I needed to know about you" Jack smiled and took a step farther.

"Please. Please let me go" the boy even pleaded with his eyes.
Jack thought it sad. Which was odd for him as he typically felt it pathetic and humorous.

"Don't be silly. You just got here"

The last few words caused the first of many tears to fall onto the poor boys shirt. It almost struck a cord with his captor. Jack had never felt sorry for someone before.