Eyeless Jack: The War on Creepypasta

Jack stared, or his version of it, through the boys window. The boy was shifting in his bed, stirring under his sheets, whimpering as thunder clapped in the storm. Yet again he would roll over to peer out his bedside window and yet again he would see nothing, nothing but drips of rain on the glass. Jack was well hidden, like a shadow, or maybe he simply was a shadow? His form often mimicked his own conciseness, always shifting and shaping, never the same for long. Sometimes he would be wearing a black leather hoodie like tonight and sometimes he would just be a body of darkness. But one thing that was always the same was Jack's trademark mask. Blue, with two empty black eye sockets and black tears running down the face.

When the boy could not keep his eyes open any longer, Jack moved in. He opened the window silently and loomed over the boy. He had stalked this one for three days. Watching him outside his window, following him home from his nightly walk from the bus stop, only allowing the boy to see him when he wished to further his paranoia. Why? Because it was fun for him. But the time for games was over and Jack yearned for tasty treats in the young man's body. Jack put his expressionless masked face over the boy's pale open-mouthed one. A black substance that could only be described as a mix of smoke and tar oozed from Jack's sockets and flowed into the ears, eyes and mouth of his sleeping snack. He was still alive but he would not wake. Jack was free to do his work.

From the leather zip up hoodie he drew from his assortment of black bladed knives. All of them were thin, varying in length and size, some looking not unlike traditional scalpels but with wicked edges. Where did Jack get them? They were always simply there for Jack, perhaps he stole them or perhaps he willed them into being, sadly not even he knew the answer. Jack carved into the boy, just above the hip, as blood from the body ran over his hands and clothes imprinting him with his work. Jack had the skills a master surgeon could only hope to dream of as he combed through the muscles and intestines. He knew when he first started hunting this one what he wanted from him. Jack found his prize, he held it up slowly as blood poured from the organ. A kidney. A wonderful, juicy, life filling kidney! Jack slid his mask up just enough to expose his gray, smirking mouth licking his lips as he sunk his sharp teeth into the organ.

Bliss! Oh sweet bliss and ecstasy! Jack felt the dull aching hunger subside as he chewed his well-deserved meal. Blood ran down his chin as warmth filled his bosom. This is what he did, Jack knew of others that killed simply kill or show off but not he, oh no, he killed for this. It was so good, Jack never wanted it to stop, why should it? He would take all of this one's little treats. Tonight he would eat and eat…and…and…

Something was wrong…

Jack spat the last bite of the kidney out. Coated in a black tar from Jack's mouth it made a peculiar sound as it hit the floor. It sounded like metal. Jack crouched tilting his head curious, reaching out to the flesh.

The explosion happened so fast, Jack couldn't puzzle what was happening. "Go, go, go!" Shouting, the boy's parents were gone…who? Jack picked himself off the burning floor, his black blood pooling at his feet. He was hurt, his chest sent unfamiliar tingles through his body that he was in pain. Half the house was ablaze and the other half simply wasn't there anymore. He looked to see the boy…torn up by the blast, ruined. Jack could almost sob at the waist of precious organs. A shearing spotlight targeted Jack through what use east wall of the house. Humans, three covered in riot armor, holding guns, they kicked open what was left of the door smashing the burnt wood under their heels.

"Freeze!"

"Fuck that fire! Fire!"

Oh, so they saw the fire too? Jack moved, as the soldiers opened fire. Jack lunged, crouching, ducking, twisting, and moving at speeds that only a creature like him could. His bizarre movements made no sense to his would be assassins who couldn't manage to so much as graze the killer. Jack unsheathed one of his knives and sent it whizzing into the throat of his first target whose shocked gagging made his fire spray off in panic and pain. Jack grabbed the hilt and yanked in a clean slash through the esophagus. A gush of blood splattered Jack as the first solder's head swung on one side as his body flailed for a moment before realizing its own death and crumbling. "Die you fucking monster!" This time a few bullets winged Jack before he could sink his knife into the second one's belly. Spinning another blade on his fingers before sinking it as well into the man and gutting him, his insides spilled to the floor as the last twitches of life escaped him.

Jack slowly looked over to the last one. Putting his knives in his pockets. He wouldn't need them. The officer yelled but his gun did not match him. Jack had seen guns, he knew what that clicking sound meant. The solider tried to use his gun as a club but Jack simply kept walking, nimbly dodging each one of the Man's wild swings with just a shift of his body. The solider stopped huffing his gun above his head. Jack stood, his hands in his pockets, watching. "You…you…your hurt aren't you?" Jack's strange sense of humor told him to let the man speak. "You can't hide it from me, that bomb hurt didn't it? That's blood, see? See th-that black shit?! That's your blood!" The man roared trying to silence the fear that shook him on the inside. "If you, things, can bleed….you can die. You're not invincible, none of you are!" Jack cut the man off, jutting his hand through man's chest on the right side, letting him sink to his knees. He grabbed his attacker's head with his hands on each side of face.

"We… are through…with being afraid of the dark….we are going to kill…all of you."

Jack skewered his thumbs and gouged out the Man's eyes letting him fall to the ground. Jack looked out, more vans, more guns, men carrying microphones barking orders. Above it all Jack was hurt and hungry. Jack gave the man whose eyeless bleeding sockets mocked his own, parting his lips with one final breath.

"Eyeless Jack…."

Next Chapter: Hounds of Hell.