People are going missing and it's not my fault.

This time.

I sighed and turned off the T.V, silencing the reporter going on about the recent kidnappings and murders. Nothing new, except for the sudden incline in murder activity. I sat up and stretched a bit, frowning lightly. This was unusual. The others aren't usually this active. Did something happen that I'm not aware of? It's not a mass murder spree, because those are usually a one-night thing. This has been going on for two weeks now.

Shaking my head, I grabbed my cobalt blue mask on the coffee table and got up. Whoever is doing this is making my life much harder.

I have no problem with killing; not anymore, but this guy is making the police more alert, which means hunting will be a pain. I don't want to get caught. It's annoying, to say the least.

I continued contemplating and mentally complaining about this, until I was snapped back to reality by the sound of my cellphone ringing. I gave a little start, and scanned the room for the source. My home isn't very big; meant for only one or two people. The kitchen and living room were connected, separated only by the counter, and had a short hallway leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. Cozy and simple. I spotted the beeping device on the counter and picked it up, examining the screen. It was Jeff.

Oh no..

I answered the call and pressed it against my ear, leaning against the counter.

"Yo, Jack, how are ya?" said the smiling sociopath.

"What do you want, Jeff?" I said in a rather bored tone

"Rude. Anyhow, I need a favour" I repeat: Oh no...

"What did you do this time?"

"Ah?! Why do you assume I did some- okay fine, I'm cornered. I wasn't even out killing, but there's a good chance that they'll recognize me." I groaned at this.

"Seriously? Fine, where are you?"

"You know that shady part of (y/town)? Yeah, there's this little apartment building with a red smile painted on it. 'Painter once killed around here. I'm hiding in an alleyway, and there's like... five cop cars out there." he explained. I sighed.

"Fine. But if we get caught, I'm taking your kidneys as a midnight snack." I heard him protest- or he might've been thanking me- but I ended the call, cutting him off. I placed the phone back on the counter and huffed loudly, a cacophony of curses ringing in my mind as I trod off to my room. I grabbed my black and my scalpel, and walked back out. By the time I reached the front door, I ran out of curses.

For while, I just stood at the open doorway, breathing in the cold, fresh, forest-y air. I slid my mask over my face and pulled my hood down low, then strode out on the dirt road leading to the city, dead leaves scattered everywhere, and stuck my hands in my hoodie pockets.

It's days like these that I wonder what these idiot friends of mine will do without me.

The walk to town isn't that far. Especially if you steal a car just outside of it. It wasn't hard, really. I waited at the edge of the forest, a few kilometers out of (y/town), and waited for a car to pass by, then threw a rock through the window, which startled the driver and caused him to skid to a halt. I then run up to him, ripped the door (not literally) open, and slit his throat.

For a moment, I debated whether or not to save him as a snack, and eventually just shoved him in the car trunk. I then cleaned out the glass and got in, rolling down the window all the way so that you can't tell it's broken, and drove off to (y/town). It's actually funny how quickly I got used to this life, but that wasn't important right now.

Taking a car, the drive to the apartment building where Jeff was hiding didn't take long; about 15 minutes, maybe. I parked the car a block away from the cops, and examined the scene. I held my scalpel tightly, but kept it concealed in my hoodie pocket. Keeping my head low, I strolled over. As far as I could see, they didn't seem to be focused on Jeff. Another crime scene? Jeff said he wasn't out killing, but can I really believe him? And if it wasn't Jeff, who was it?

The closer I got, the more I started to understand why Jeff didn't just kill them all. Even he isn't that stupid strong. I scanned the buildings, getting more nervous the closer I got. Alone, I can't take them, but maybe if Jeff helped...

It was obvious that I wouldn't be able to get to the alleyway on the other side without being detected. I need another way... I glanced at the group of police officers, then at the apartment building. I jogged along he side of the building, and was happy to find a fire escape ladder at the back. Silently, I made my way up, cringing every time the old, rusty steps creaked under my weight. This place has been abandoned for a while now, it seems. I made my way to the roof, and studied the scene. They still seemed to be busy on the building across the street. Good. I moved to the edge of the roof, to the side of the alleyway, and looked down.

There were garbage bags and a few boxes shoved in the corner of the alley. Jeff must be hiding down there. The building itself isn't very high up, and I'm a bit more durable than humans, so I jumped off, landing silently and gracefully. I straightened up and dusted myself off, checking the end of the alley to see if anyone noticed me, then approached the pile of junk.

"Jeff?" I said, keeping my voice low. The trash moved, and Jeff jumped out, causing half of the junk to crash down. I cringed and instinctively checked the end again. They didn't seem to notice. I would've slapped him, but he was covered in garbage.

"Gross..." I muttered. The smiling killer straightened up and nodded in acknowledgement. "Thank You" isn't exactly his thing. Well, usually. I pulled out my scalpel, and nodded to the exit, to which he responded by pulling out his kitchen knife. I was tempted to ask what he's been doing here, but there wasn't exactly time for that. I'll ask him when we get away. So, without further ado, we crept down the alleyway, carefully observing the police officers. I turned to Jeff and whispered: "Okay, here's the plan. We sn-" Too late. He already charged at them, full force.

Idiot.

I sighed, then charged in as well, and while Jeff was making the noise and distracting them, I struck from the shadows, taking them out swiftly and silently. Despite the fact that he never listens, this tactic actually works wonderfully. In a matter of minutes, we had them all lying on the floor, horribly mutilated and covered in their own blood. I took a deep breath, the smell of blood making me hungry. I crouched down to a dead body, and sliced open the deceased police officer's torso, then lifted my mask and held the scalpel between my sharp teeth. I dug my hands into the cut I made and fished around for my favourite organs. I was so focused on getting to her kidneys that I didn't even realize that Jeff was calling me. 

I ripped out the officer's kidneys, and took the scalpel out of my mouth. I took a large bite, grinning in satisfaction. Just as I opened my mouth for another bite, I felt myself being pulled back by my hood, dropping the partially eaten kidney. I growled and instinctively lashed out at the attacker, only to pause when I realized it was Jeff.

"What are you doing?!" I snarled, then got up.

"They called reinforcements. We missed one, who was hiding in a closet. Let's go, man!" he yelled. I blinked, then fixed my mask and looked at the room full of corpses.

"But... food..." I whined, then sighed, knowing he's right. "Fine. Follow me."

Taking one last look at the scene, I turned and ran out. I could've scored nicely here, but of course, my luck was against me. I ran back to the car, Jeff right behind my, and got in behind the wheel. Jeff didn't hesitate, and slid in on the passenger seat, and I drove off. Since my cabin was closest, I took Jeff home with me. He might as well get a shower, too. He still smelled like garbage. Burnt garbage.

We got to my cabin, and I went to the trunk. While I cut up the guy from earlier, I told Jeff to go take a shower. I can't stand that stench anymore. I packed the organs in jars, and left the rest of the body in the trunk. I'll tell Jeff to get rid of it when he goes to his own home. When I finished packing it all in the fridge, I plopped down on the couch, just sitting there, waiting for Jeff to finish.

I looked around the cabin, just purely out of boredom. There was a few drops of blood here and there. I'll have to clean that up, later. I started getting annoyed the longer Jeff took, because I can't touch anything with my bloody hands, which left me with nothing to do.

Just before I started licking my hand clean, Jeff came back, clean and still slightly moist. His clothing still reeked, though.

"Oh good. You're done." I got up, then tossed him the car keys "Go home. Just be sure to get rid of the dead body inside the trunk. Go on. Shoo" I said, gesturing for him to get out. Jeff shook his head.

"Rude. Not even gonna let me stay?" he said.

"You're lucky I let you take a shower. You know I don't like having people over." Jeff sighed and tsked.

"All work and no play makes Jacky a dull boy. You never leave unless you go out hunting. Don't you get bored? Lonely?" He said. I crossed my arms.

"Why do you care? Go on. I saved you from the cops. There's nothing for you to do here, anyway. Go home" Jeff rolled his eyes and walked to the door.

"Geez, fine then." he said, and walked out without another word. I wasn't in the mood to argue.

I sighed. Was he right...? Not much happens around here and, like he said, I don't go out much. I shook my head and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

No. I'm fine. I've always been fine. What am I going to do outside, anyway? It's not easy when you have no eyes, your skin is grey, and you have sharp, shark-like teeth. I can't exactly go out for a nice stroll in town, you know. I looked at myself in the mirror as I undressed. It's not just that I don't want to go. I just can't go.

It's not my fault I'm a monster