Sorry for the wait. I had a lot going on the last month or so. I just found no motivation to do anything. I should be back to updating this and my other Sanctuary story. Here's the 2nd chapter. I'm not exactly sure where this going. (I started it a while ago and forgot, oops) Thanks for reading :)


John always teleported in front of the house. He knew that it would be much easier to just teleport into the house. But he was already enough of a monster. He wanted as much normal in his life as he find. It was one of the few nights he was home on time. This was because he had not taken part in his extra curricular activities tonight. He knew that James knew. And he knew that James would tell them all as soon as his own denial had worn off. He hoped that it had not happened yet. He wanted one more night. One more night before the woman he loves left him forever. Before he hurt her in a way that caused even the monster within to feel sympathy.

John put his key into the lock and walked in. He could feel the monster inside him. It wanted blood. It always wanted blood. Blood, violence, suffering... He had not killed those women. It was it. The thing inside him. It took control of his actions and all John could do was watch from inside his body as the monster committed terrible acts of violence.

He paused before opening the door to the room that he knew she would be in. He paused to gain control of himself. He forced the monster down, deep inside him. He forced his look of sorrow and pain into one of fake happiness. He smiled and walked through the door.


She tried to maintain her composure. She tried with all her might. But as soon as she saw his face, she felt her emotions threaten to expose her true feelings. She smiled and tried to speak some sort of greeting, but all that came out was a small sob.

John's look of happiness was replaced by one of concern. He walked forward to comfort her. "What's wrong, my love." He asked gently. His voice was so calm and sincere. It confused Helen's emotions. How could such a kind, gentle, and caring man be a monster responsible for the death of seven women. He caught her in a warm embrace. For a moment she just sat there, in his arms. In that moment she did not care what James and the others thought. This was John. Her John. Then she thought of the women. She had read about the murders in the paper. Throats slit. Blood everywhere. A faceless man grabbing a woman. Bringing a small blade to her throat. She recognized them. The woman was her. The man was John.

She gasped aloud and pulled out of his arms. She felt nauseous. She ran to the garbage and emptied the contents of her stomach. He was beside her again. A hand on her back. She stood up and faced him. When she looked at him there was no warmth, no happiness, there wasn't even anger. Her face reflected exactly how she felt; hurt, sad, and heartbroken. She took a step backwards. His face changed from one of concern, to understanding. She knew.


Jack. That's what they called him. Jack. They had named the monster within him like it was a pet. He referred to it only as a monster. It deserved nothing better. It was nothing better.

John looked down for a moment. He had known she would one day find out. He just hoped he had been wrong. He began to lose control. That's what the monster was waiting for. He felt it take over. His concern for Helen was replaced by a lust to feel her blood on his hands. Helen was in danger. She was going to die. He was going to kill her...