Post by maedene on Sept 4, 2009 23:05:44 GMT -7
"No! Please! No more! I can't take anymore! I didn't mean to kill you!"
The woman sobbed into her hands while she knelt on her kitchen floor. Jack stood over her in the form of her late husband. The woman had accidentally killed her husband just 14 months earlier. Her husband was was a drunk, and he had a little too much one night. He was a mean drunk, and on this particular night he was extra mean. He had come home and started viciously beating the poor woman. She had no choice but to defend herself... with the kitchen knife. It was self defense, but Jack couldn't having her remember that, so he bent the truth a little.
"Oh, but you did." He said with a smirk, looking down at the crying woman. "You did mean to. You had been planning it for months, and one night you decided to strike when I was tired, after a whole day of working to bring home food for you. To keep you alive and healthy. You killed me for no reason other than hate. Hate for a man who loved you"
"You were a drunk! You attacked me!" The woman choked out her words through her sobs. She was emitting fear, but not enough for Jack to be satisfied. He needed to push her over the edge.
"That's what you told yourself, isn't it?" Said jack in a mocking voice. "You told yourself that I was a drunk? To get rid of the guilt? The truth is, you are a murderer."
"No! you're wrong!" The wooden floor of the kitchen was wet with her tears.
"Cold..."
"Please stop!"
"Blooded..."
"No!!!"
Jack smiled even wider. "...Murderer."
The house filled with the woman's screams, the glass windows almost shaking. Jack walked his way over to the knife rack on the wall. On it were an assortment of cutlery. From small paring knives, to serrated bread knives, to a large butcher knife. Jack plucked the butcher knife from the wall. It was something that she feared most. Jack knew that this was the thing to break her.
"I remember this knife." He said, holding the blade up to his face and looking at his reflection in it. The form he was in was a bearded fellow. Fairly muscular, probably from working in the mines. The man's eyes were a dull green, and his hair short and curly. "I remember it sliding through my gut."
The woman could only cry, now laying in a puddle of her own tears.
"Do you know the feeling?" Jack asked the woman, knowing very well that she didn't. "The feeling of hot pain shooting trough your body? The pain as a sharp object is stabbed repeatedly into you, taking more of your life away with each thrust? Would you like to find out?" Jack slowly walked towards the woman and knelt beside her. He held up the knife again. The woman screamed pleading for forgiveness.
"Please no! I'll do anything! Please, just stop it!" Jack smiled. Oh the options he had. After a second of thought, he decided to take the high road.
"There is only one way to repent for you sins. I believe you know what that is." Jack handed the butcher knife to the woman. She stared at it, than started to sob ever more. Jack lifted up her chin in order to look into her eyes. "There there," he said kindly, "If you are sad, let me give you something to cheer you up." Jack brandished a knife of his own. It was downright tiny in comparison to the butcher knife that the woman was now holding.
Jack took her arm, and with three quick deep cuts, carved a smiley face into her right forearm. The woman shrieked in pain, and clutched her arm with her free hand. "If you want the pain to stop," Said Jack, standing up and walking to the door, "You know what to do."
Jack slammed the door behind him, feeling quite full from the fear that he had just extracted. He began strolling from the house down a cobblestone road, still in the form of the husband. The house was in the middle of a grassy field, fairly rare in Dirys. He could see mines in the distance. Kristallen was just a few miles away, and Jack thought he would pay it's kind people a visit.
He strolled down the road while whistling his favorite song, Moonlight Sonata.
The woman sobbed into her hands while she knelt on her kitchen floor. Jack stood over her in the form of her late husband. The woman had accidentally killed her husband just 14 months earlier. Her husband was was a drunk, and he had a little too much one night. He was a mean drunk, and on this particular night he was extra mean. He had come home and started viciously beating the poor woman. She had no choice but to defend herself... with the kitchen knife. It was self defense, but Jack couldn't having her remember that, so he bent the truth a little.
"Oh, but you did." He said with a smirk, looking down at the crying woman. "You did mean to. You had been planning it for months, and one night you decided to strike when I was tired, after a whole day of working to bring home food for you. To keep you alive and healthy. You killed me for no reason other than hate. Hate for a man who loved you"
"You were a drunk! You attacked me!" The woman choked out her words through her sobs. She was emitting fear, but not enough for Jack to be satisfied. He needed to push her over the edge.
"That's what you told yourself, isn't it?" Said jack in a mocking voice. "You told yourself that I was a drunk? To get rid of the guilt? The truth is, you are a murderer."
"No! you're wrong!" The wooden floor of the kitchen was wet with her tears.
"Cold..."
"Please stop!"
"Blooded..."
"No!!!"
Jack smiled even wider. "...Murderer."
The house filled with the woman's screams, the glass windows almost shaking. Jack walked his way over to the knife rack on the wall. On it were an assortment of cutlery. From small paring knives, to serrated bread knives, to a large butcher knife. Jack plucked the butcher knife from the wall. It was something that she feared most. Jack knew that this was the thing to break her.
"I remember this knife." He said, holding the blade up to his face and looking at his reflection in it. The form he was in was a bearded fellow. Fairly muscular, probably from working in the mines. The man's eyes were a dull green, and his hair short and curly. "I remember it sliding through my gut."
The woman could only cry, now laying in a puddle of her own tears.
"Do you know the feeling?" Jack asked the woman, knowing very well that she didn't. "The feeling of hot pain shooting trough your body? The pain as a sharp object is stabbed repeatedly into you, taking more of your life away with each thrust? Would you like to find out?" Jack slowly walked towards the woman and knelt beside her. He held up the knife again. The woman screamed pleading for forgiveness.
"Please no! I'll do anything! Please, just stop it!" Jack smiled. Oh the options he had. After a second of thought, he decided to take the high road.
"There is only one way to repent for you sins. I believe you know what that is." Jack handed the butcher knife to the woman. She stared at it, than started to sob ever more. Jack lifted up her chin in order to look into her eyes. "There there," he said kindly, "If you are sad, let me give you something to cheer you up." Jack brandished a knife of his own. It was downright tiny in comparison to the butcher knife that the woman was now holding.
Jack took her arm, and with three quick deep cuts, carved a smiley face into her right forearm. The woman shrieked in pain, and clutched her arm with her free hand. "If you want the pain to stop," Said Jack, standing up and walking to the door, "You know what to do."
Jack slammed the door behind him, feeling quite full from the fear that he had just extracted. He began strolling from the house down a cobblestone road, still in the form of the husband. The house was in the middle of a grassy field, fairly rare in Dirys. He could see mines in the distance. Kristallen was just a few miles away, and Jack thought he would pay it's kind people a visit.
He strolled down the road while whistling his favorite song, Moonlight Sonata.