I did my homework and did research over the topic of murder and such for this story. Weird, I know but I wanted to do it right since I'm going to make Jack murderer and why he does it. So I had to for the sake of this story!

I haven't exactly written horror for some time, so let's see how this turns out!

Enjoy!~


A peacock was beauty itself like no other.

It always caught attention of others with its colorful feathers, as they gracefully ruffled their feather. The female (peahen) would be attracted to the male, as they joined the other.

The peacock showed off its feathers, inviting the peahen for a all, the eye spotted feathers always stood out for the sake of beauty. With the feathers displayed, it can now be part of the ritual courtship.

With its beauty, there was no way that the peahen could just walk away like that. And so they danced, how artistic!

If only the rest of the world could just be as artistic and graceful like the peacock is~


"AHHH!"

A blonde haired woman tried to leave, running for her dear life. But she couldn't, how can she when there was too many halls in this damn house!

She ran from one hall to another, as she gripped onto her red dress. Hoping to find a exit, she tried to open every door she came in sight.

But nonetheless, it didn't help.

The blonde ran out and tripped, falling into her face. She winced in pain but then she heard a sweet, tender voice. The same one that lured her into this wicked place.

"Dear? Where are you going? I thought you wanted to see my art work!"

The woman gritted her teeth and tried to stand up. Unfortunately it seemed that she has twisted her ankle somehow (probably because of those heels!).

But even then the lady continued to walk, hoping that he isn't tailing behind her.

Struggling she carried on, until. . .

"A door!" She exclaimed, eyes watering.

She hoped that it was the exit. Oh god, please let it be the exit. She wants to leave, it was a mistake! She was tricked into coming to his house.

Pinching her arm, biting onto her lower lip, she reached her hand out for the door handle.

But it seems to be locked!

"What. . ? No, it can't be!"

"What's the matter sweetheart?"

The woman slowly turned around as she faced the man behind her. His pink wavy hair tied into a ponytail as his green eyes gazed onto her.

It's as if he's staring into her soul. . .

"Are you not excited to see my artwork? You could have told me so! I could have done another piece instead!" He exclaimed dramatically, putting a hand over his face in a dramatic matter.

The woman stayed frozen in place, shocked.

"It's alright dear, I have planned ahead of time. After all. . ." The green eyed man loomed over the woman, causing her to crouch in fear.

"You will be my next art project."


"Sir, is everything alright?" A male voice came from the other side of the door.

"Hn, yes Marcus. Actually you're done for the day, you can take the rest of the week off." Jack said, thinking deeply.

"Of course, thank you sir."

With footsteps fading away, it eased Jack's mind a little. He went towards the corpse of that woman, which was resting on the table.

Her body was covered by a blanket, only showing off her face. Jack inspected her face, his finger tracing her face structure. Then it rested on her swollen cheek which caused him to frown.

"There are flaws in paintings and statues, I recognize that any art contains mistakes. . ." The pink haired male muttered to himself.

"However. . ." Jack looked at the woman's neck, her throat slashed sloppily with dried blood splattered across her chest.

His face turned to a scowl.

"Even if I were to clean the blood off, her throat has been cut horribly and her skin isn't cut even as before. Her swollen cheek would have been fine, but the woman twisted her ankle in a horrid manner."

Jack's eye twitched.

"Honestly, how ungraceful. She dies and leaves her body in such manner. She may have a pretty face but she died in such meaningless way."

Jack removed his rubber gloves and set it into the fireplace.

"What a waste of beauty and time. She could've had a death that expressed her emotions through posture, but she has one too many flaws!" He exclaimed, rubbing his temples.

He hates to admit it, bit it's his fault as well. Jack could have been more steady with the knife when he slashed her throat. But his hands were shaking and the woman was choking on her blood.

Why was he shaking? Oh dear, his stress could have gotten into him and now he ruined it!

He glared at the body in front of him.

"I suppose it's time to get rid of this waste."


Jack was a artist.

He loved to see the beauty in everything. The expression of art, how colors can have such meaning towards others.

There's many ways to express yourself.

Ways to crate your own beauty and let it have artistic meaning. To have some sort of impact to the audience.

It's a hobby, after all.


This might be a two or three part story, just to let you all know.

So why make Jack a killer? Well I was just thinking and it kind of popped into my head. Thought that maybe Jack's art obsession could have some kind of twist which lead to us here.

I didn't wanted to make the story too simple, so I did some research so I can be more informed when writing the story. After all, no one kills without a reason (which is what will be revealed next chapter).

Thank you for reading and please review!