A/N: You know how many people read this? 185! You know how many didn't review? 182! I see you little sneakies!

"Well, Jack, I, uh..." I bit my lip. "Just wanted to ask you a question."

"And what would that question be, sugar?" He took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Um.."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Where can I meet you...that's not an alleyway?"

"I presume you mean my house." He was so polite.

"Well, sure." I shifted awkwardly on my feet.

"Lovely. Shall we go there now?"

XXXXXXXXXXXX

Pretty.

That what he was.

You mean his house was.

That's what I said.

Hs house was small, with pretty blue walls, and light brown furniture including a piano. There were paintings of people playing music and wine and grapes lined the walls. His kitchen had black granite counters and red chairs, much more modernized than the rest of the house.

"Ah, home." He said as he peeled off and threw his jacket on a nearby table, revealing a pretty nice set of muscles.

Alison, you're in a killers' house!

But I stopped listening to the voice, it was now just a background in whatever turn my life just took. Just my mind. That's all.

He turned to me. I was still walking, and I almost ran into him.

"Why so jumpy, Alison?" He took my wrists gently.

"I'm not jumpy."

"Yes you are." His lips brushed my forehead. I blushed and looked down. "You can tell me."

"Did you really kill twelve people?"

Silence.

This silence was terrifying. This silence was worse than him punching me.

So much worse.

"Yes."

I tensed. "Why?"

I screamed as he slammed into the pantry and hissed into my ear.

"Because I fucking wanted to."

I was panting. "Jack, listen-"

"No, you listen Alison Land, I don't give a fuck what you're going to do, or who you're going to tell, because you'll be dead before you can," he snarled. "Stupid girl." He lets go of my wrists and turns away.

"Jack?" I tentitavly touched his shoulder.

"Um, I wasn't going to tell anybody."

"Probably not, right, you'll just throw me into a fucking mental hospital, right?"

"No...Jack, you're not crazy."

"Yes I am."

Silence.

"Then we'll be crazy together."

He turned to me, slowly.

He grinned.

I grinned.

"I'm okay with that."

A/N: Okay, I know, really short! Didn't want to rush like I did for the second chapter.

BUT someone will die soon. Which is probably what you sick people want. :D