Jacks POV:

I leave (y/n) alone in my room again. Hopefully she's smart enough not to leave.

I seriously need some time to myself. To think and calm down. My thoughts have changed a lot over time. To be honest....they're starting to scare me.

I let myself out of the mansion. Crisp evening air engulfs my body as I walk through the dark forest. The moon shines full overhead, and stars speckle the sky, shining a silver light over the dark trees. The scenery would be more peaceful if I didn't have chaos poisoning my mind.

I walk for what feels like a very long time. I come across a nice little town. Here are a few houses and a couple stores. A nice looking church.... it looks pretty peaceful.

The house I choose is a two story suburban home. All the lights are off, and I hear no sounds coming from inside. Everyone seems to be asleep. Its the perfect place.

I slowly open a window that leads me to the living room. Its a descent size with expensive furniture and flat screen television mounted on the wall. These people are obviously rich.

I creep my way upstairs and peek and through a door.

Its the parents bedroom. They are both sleeping in a king size bed, completely oblivious to what is going on. My stomach growls and I take out my scalpel, already growing a lust for blood.

I slit the wife's throat first. Her eyes gape open and blood flows out of her mouth and the wound in her throat. she makes choking and gasping noises, then she is still. Blood gushes out everywhere staining the white sheets red. The metallic, irony smell of blood fills the room and the husband starts to stir from his slumber. He doesn't wake up, though.

I turn my attention back to the dead wife and cut through her cold flesh, eager to get to her organs. The trickiest part is to crack her ribs and move them aside to get to what I'm after, without ruining the organs. I cut out her heart, liver, and kidneys, leaving behind her intestines.

By now, the sheets and floor around the bed is a mess. I am soaked in blood, and I still have one more person to cut open.

I turn to the husband to see him still asleep. Maybe I should leave him... no, that's a waste of perfectly good food.

I cut into him as well, doing the same to him as I did to his wife. I harvest all of the desired organs from him and put them all in a plastic bag I brought.

I then leave the house, leaving behind a bloody, gory mess.

The woods welcome me once again as I head back to the mansion.....