Jhon fucken kills a guy idk

he does the thing. he kills tkem

The plan went a little too perfectly.

It had been far too easy. It made Jhon laugh thinking about it, really.

All he had to do was get a good, young, relatively attractive  and HUMAN looking disguise that looked well enough like him and lure that bastard in.

It started with his son. All he had to do was use that attractiveness to his advantage. He'd met the other man in a bar, and managed to get close to him within the next few weeks. It was always when he was drunk, that he'd spill his secrets. The information about his father was just what Jhon had needed. In all fairness, it's not like he forced him; The man had given it away, albeit very drunk when doing so.

It took another few weeks to get both men alone — father and son in separate places. He was surprised that the older was still kicking, even after all this time. Just looking at him made his stomach twist but he had to act like he didn't want to kill him, like he didn't want to shove a knife into his throat and watch the old man gargle and choke over his own blood as the younger slammed the knife into his—

He had to act like he was just a curious young man wanting to know about the elder's work as a cop in the 1930's. Jhon would relish in the look that the older man gave him the first time they met, the horror and confusion mixing into one until Jhon had spoken up about it and he'd brushed it off as nothing. Jhon made a mental note to be cautious for the next few weeks.

But as time went on, both men slowly warmed up to the detective. As time went on, Jhon began to plot their respective murders. And finally came the special day, and it played out perfectly.

By then, it was obvious that the son — Alex, was his name — had feelings for Jhon. It was needless to say that they were one-sided, but Jhon used it as an advantage. He carefully weaved Alex into his grasp, playing with the other man's feelings for him and giving him the delusion that maybe, just maybe, his feelings were reciprocated. The puppy eyes Alex gave him everyone Jhon asked for something and the immediate "Ok!" That always followed was laughable.

This is easier than he thought.

It all came to a head one night, after Alex had taken a little too much to drink. Jhon followed him home under the guise of 'helping' him, and after dropping Alex onto the couch, made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a cup of cold water in one hand and a sharp cutting knife in the other.

Then making his way back into the living room, he hid the knife behind his back and sat the glass on the table. When the drunken man reached for it-

He pounced.

Like a lion to a prey, Jhon practically tackled the other man back onto the couch and grabbed him by the throat. The alarm in Alex's eyes only fed his itching, growing bout of bloodlust and he raised the knife. The ignored the feeling of Alex's hand clawing into his shirt.

"Jhon—" Alex had managed to croak out, trembling in fear and trying to escape the other man's grasp. "I loved y—!"

The detective didn't let him finish.

He slammed the knife into the other man's chest, again and again until he was certain that he was deader then dead. Then standing up, he wiped the blood of the knife using his shirt and walked up the creaking staircase to his next, and last, victim's room. The former veteran police chief.

The one that had killed him long ago.

Jhon ditched the knife for a metal baseball bat he found in a closet nearby, casually holding it over his shoulder as he made his way down the hall and, finally, stopped at the door to the master bedroom. He gently pushed it open, with a smug look on his face.

The older man was in front of the door's entrance already, hand having been ready to turn the handle. Jhon wasted no time in taking out the former chief's knees with the baseball bat, kicking the door closed with his foot as he stepped in and over the withering, agonized man.

"You know," Jhon lamented with a heavy sigh, ignoring the other's whines and yells of pain. "It really could've been a lot different then this, chief. All you had to do was be on my side, those 85 years ago." He slammed his foot into the man's stomach, and raised the bat above his head.

"Oh well," he mused as his grin returned to his face once again. "That's just life, I suppose."

The sickening crack of bone against metal was just what it took to finally erase that itching, clawing desire in his chest.