Eyeless Jack: The War on Creepy Pasta

"Jodie Forest here on Pasta watch! Your first line of defense against the new threat!" Jodie, dramatically turned to the next camera as footage of street riots played beside her head. "What began as a gathering of youths has escalated from simply causing a string of noise complaints, to an outright riot. Not only here but all over the country, all of them shockingly similar in their organization of cosplay, music, and violence. Some speculate that the groups are connected by some kind of leader or anti-establishment figure. However police state that no such link exist…."

In the Deep Forest: 3 hours after the attack on Eyeless Jack

Jack could hear the torrent of bullets chewing up the ground at his heels. The darkness and twists of the trees helped him avoid the soldiers' hailstorm of lead. The men signaled to one another keeping themselves tightly together in their little circle, tattling on poor Jack each time one of them caught a glimpse of his shadowy form.

But…no one could track Jack, if he didn't want them to…

"Callouts!" One of the shuffling man shouted, "Clear!" the others responded one by one. They pushed tighter into their huddle, backs to one another in the circle. Their breathing quickened, eyes darting, paranoid, as the scanned with their flashlights through the cluster of tree limbs and confusing darkness. Where? Was the monster? Lurking overhead? Hidden behind the branches? Did he disappear into the air? It was quiet, the echoes from the gunfire gone and replaced by the eerie sound of the leaves blowing in the night wind.

Where was Jack? Why, he was right there of course. Right in the middle of the safe little circle they had created. He was standing straight up his arms at his sides making his body look like a shadow that rose from the ground. Jack simply moved his masked face to regard each one of the soldiers. Counting to make sure he had each one of his little sheep corralled. He rolled both his shoulders in a surprisingly human fashion.

This was going to be messy.

Drawing one of the assortment of thin knives from his cloak, a black blade that hooked at the end, meant for scooping out and cutting away treats for him normally. The tender skull of the commander was easily punctured, a gasped leaving his throat as his gun dropped to the floor, dead. The rest of the squad turning in at once to gun Jack down for the assassination.

Jack, almost invisible in the blackness of the night pierced the next solider through his Kevlar armor with a superhuman strike, his bare hand jutting out the man's back, Jack lifted the body up using it as his meat shield as the other four commandos let loose with their machine guns.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be…. Jack didn't really have a need for thoughts or reflection, he usually just simply went off his impulses.

…..Hungry? Hunt food…

Jack threw the bullet chewed remains of the body into the group causing one of the men to drop their rifle.

….Feeling cooped up? Stalk prey for a little while….

Jack pounced, one the two still standing, breaking the shin of one with a simple kick. The man's leg now open with blood gushing around the snapped ends of his bones. Jack silenced his scream with another well placed knife.

….Bored? Let your prey see you, tease them a little, and eavesdrop on their life…get to know them…Jack liked that part, the connection, the familiarity….

Bullets pierced Jacks chest, his black blood spraying like ink across the grass under his feet. Jack spun taking the hooked blade from his first kill, unhinging it with a sickening crack from the once alive commanding officer's skull using it to gore him through the soldier's stomach before the bullets could continue. With a tug and a small grunt from the man Jack pulled out a long string of instants from the poor squad member killing him.

…..But this… this Jack knew was wrong. He took his pleasure from the feast, the hunt, from getting personally involved with his prey. All these men, how many had he killed tonight? Yet he knew nothing of them, nothing of their hopes or dreams. He hadn't even been able to feed from them….

Jack slowly turned, the last of the soldiers still on the ground, his gun much too far from him to be of any help as he backed away on his hands "No, no, no, no!"

….Everybody he's left, their organs would rot. Worms would crawl into their sweet kidneys. Their hearts would dry and gray no longer glistening with their blood.

Jack picked the man up, despite being physically shorter and thinner, he still held the man easily up with one hand. His black inky tear stained mask slowly turning like a curious cat. "Please!"

…This had no class, no style, just slaughter that Jack took no pleasure in….

With the handle end of the blade Jack pommeled the last of the commandos, cutting off one of his pleas in a gargled choke of pain.

….This wasn't how it was supposed to be…

Jack sent another blow to the man's head, this time being rewarded with a loud crack as his skull was caved in. Jack scanned him, with his black tear dripping sockets as the man's own eyes rolled up in his head and his blood life drained from the new hole in his head.

….This was a waste….

The man dropped with a heavy thud, his brains falling messily to the forest floor. Jack let his shoulders drop as he casually kicked a discarded helmet off into the thick of the woods. The hooded specter realized he was sulking and moved on, wasteful or not, he would not let his pray turn the tables on him, never.

In A Stealth Helicopter In Route To Jack.

Major Wilkes looked out the open helicopter door as the sniper scanned for the field. "Report." The solider scowled as he looked through his scope. "My ass has gone numb and I don't see shit besides trees." This one had given Wilkes attitude since she took command of the operation. Always glaring past that big nose of his, and he always had a face like he's was choking on his own bad attitude. "Give me a proper fucking report or you can join the rest of the teams down there." The helicopter lurched as an alarm sounded from the tracker. "118-R, spotted! Just wiped out another team and is making his way to a clearing. Oh and my ass still feels numb mam."

Jack On The Run

Jack was stopped in his tracks a blinding light encompassed him. Sun? Jack pondered, never knowing the sun to just shine on one person, in at night no less! But a high caliber round that took out a very sizable pine tree made him break out of his trance. He fled as the powerful gunshots tore through the forest in pursuit. Now the sun wanted him dead too?! Jack wracked his brain trying to figure out what he could've done to upset the giant fireball until he realized someone was inside of it. A woman no less…one that could ride the sun?

Wilkes Takes Her Prey

"Three clicks to the side, were at an angle at this thing so compensate for-.." The Major was cut off as Big Nose swore taking his eye off the scope. "I can't hit that thing, I'm trained for urban environments these woods are to thick!" Wilkes was amazed on his someone this whiney got into the army. She had tried playing nice, she had tried being patient. But this crybaby was not going to take her opportunity away. She grabbed the rifle away, standing up as she aimed with the gun to her shoulder. As she honed in on the shadow that was Jack. Big Nose tried explaining "The recoil was to much for a woma- "And a shot rang out from the muzzle as the ever elusive shadow fill from one of the branches he ran across. "You're relieved of duty lieutenant." Mr. Nose was introduced to the wrong side of Wilkes's boot as we flew out of the helicopter into the tree canopy below. Wilkes took the rifle and following the spot light found her target.

The lieutenant's bullet hit true as Jack fell from one of the branches, he landed on all fours, crouched like an animal. The next shot fell a little short as the creature wildly moved. Hitting a target like this from a moving helicopter at night…. It was like shooting a tiny shadow in a dark room in a tornado.

Wilkes couldn't help grinning at the challenge.

"Attention all squad members, 118-R is heading south towards the river. Charlie cut him off, land units keep with the helicopter, chase the son of a bitch to the waterfall!" Wilkes clicked off the radio, her orders were sent. The kill would be hers.

Wilkes fired and Jack's shoulder exploded in a gush of black inky blood. His body spun with the hit, never losing his pace as he ran. That was an odd move….

Wilkes's eye bulged, her training took over, and her natural talent executed. She pulled the trigger, and her target was hit. The knife sparked as the bullet collided in midair. The black whirling dagger thrown off course as it flew by, missing Wilkes by inches. She felt the deadly curved weapon brush her hair before it sunk into the metal wall of the helicopter.

Sneaky, but this hunter would not let her quarry go that easy. Jack burst through the last patch of trees before hitting the river. The lieutenant's orders were heeded as a line of commando fire blocked off the way forward and Wilkes with her rifle and ground units blocked off the retreat.

The black hooded monster ran down the length of the river. The gun fire from both sides was overwhelming even for him. His body was riddled with bullets, his clothing torn, one of his arms swung lose behind him as he ran. Wilkes instructed the pilot to hover sideways, giving her a clean shot. Jack was at the waterfall, perched on a rock as he looked over the edge. Dawn was breaking as the night began to brighten, allowing her to see the injured beast in the light. Jack slowly turned to see the platoon in its entirety. Slowly tilting his inky gaze up to Wilkes hovering above.

"Specter, monster, or deranged killer…." Wilkes lined up her cross hairs right between the black eye sockets of her target.

"They die all the same."