Jack's Killing Spree
Prologue-
Jack had just gotten home from a long, tiresome day, and all he wanted to do was lie down. He had been woken up at six so the mayor could take him on a tour around the town. The town- Flower Bud Village- was quite a change from where he had lived before. At least here he wouldn't be hearing sirens and gunshots at three in the morning here. …Or he hoped in any case. He flopped himself down on his bed and kicked off his shoes. He closed his eyes and tried to remember as much as he could from the day. The bakery, the library, the church and bar- it seemed like it wouldn't be hard to get used to this place. Besides, he had seen a few cute faces around the town as well. Especially that farm girl and the vineyard girl. Though the vineyard girl seemed to be carrying a lot of baggage. He lay there on his back, thinking about his new life on a farm. The animals he would raise, the chicks he would… meet, and the crops he would grow. Good times. As he slowly drifted into a light sleep, his thoughts turned to his deceased grandfather- the one who he got the farm from- and his death.
It had been a beautiful sunny day, maybe three months prior to Jack's move to the country. Jack, his father and his grandfather had gone out for a fishing trip, a real male bonding experience. Jack was sitting in the boat staring at the sky, when it suddenly got quiet. Or as they would say in the movies, too quiet. A flock of birds to his right suddenly flew off in fear, screeching loudly. Jack sat up, his heart pumping. His dad and grandfather were looking around for the cause of all the trouble, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a semi-automatic sub-machine gun started blaring its song. Jack dove to the bottom of the boat, fearing for his life. His dad did the same, but was too slow; he got hit on the shoulder. His grandfather was still in shock when the bullets started to hit him. He had been, as they say, riddled with bullets. As quickly as it had started, the gunfire was over. Jack slowly got up, only to see his grandfather lying there, full of holes, and his dad nursing his bleeding shoulder.
Jack's grandfather had been assassinated.