Jack. Day Nineteen - 8:14

"Alex?" I walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, kind of pissed off about being cruelly awaken at this time in the morning by an unspecified and annoyingly loud clattering noise, which just to my luck seemed to insist upon echoing throughout the walls of this place. "What are you doing?"

My boyfriend jumped around to face me, dropping the bottle of pills instantaneously. The glass split upon impact with the marble flooring, causing the hundred or so tiny white tablets to spread out in a mess across our kitchen floor.

"You weren't going to take them, were you?" I eyed the pills nervously, before glancing back up to Alex and digging my teeth into my bottom lip and probably unintentionally cutting off the blood flow to my mouth entirely.

"No." His words hit me with truthfulness and sincerity, yet even if he were to be telling the truth, the situation just wouldn't make sense regardless - what could he possibly be doing with a fucking bottle of pills.

"Then what- what else were you going to do with them?" I pushed the words out breathlessly, my eyes darting in a continuous loop between Alex and the pills.

"I was examining them." He didn't even try to lie decently - his tone coming off sarcastic, and very much like he didn't care, and with him being Alex, I presumed he didn't at all, and really, as much as I hated it, I wasn't wrong.

"And why would you need to be doing that?" I asked, looking with uncertainty at my boyfriend because I didn't know both what I should believe and I what I actually wanted to.

"Because I need them." he insisted, his words breaking through the silence with a stern tone instantly, as if he didn't even need to think about his answer at all.

"Lex- no, you don't, just-" I let out a sigh, wondering if I would ever get anywhere with Alex, but despite the unfruitful future ahead, I just couldn't give up - he meant to much to me, and of course I both hated and thanked myself greatly for that fact. "Fuck. Just tell me what's going on, please?"

"No." And with that he turned to walk out, but he had the sadistic fortune of slipping on the pills and landing on the marble flooring with his head against the countertop.

"Fuck! Alex are you okay?" I rushed over to him, grabbing his hands, only to have him look up at me and shoot me nothing short of a death glare, only of course to blame me for giving a damn, as was expected.

"I'm fine, Jacky." He pulled himself back up, still gripping tightly onto my hand throughout the process, which calmed up down - me more than him, admittedly. This was kind of pathetic, but right now it was the least of my worries entirely.

"Just tell me what you were thinking of doing with the pills." I met his gaze, wondering if I ever would successfully pull an answer out of him. I reckoned things wouldn't go quite so well, but of course nothing was going to stop me trying.

"No, because you'll stop me and I'm not making a mistake like that, Jacky. I care about you, but there are some aspects of me you shouldn't care about at all, and this is one of them." He just didn't get that you couldn't turn off the caring feature. It was just something that had grown on me; rather like Alex himself.

"Alex, if you're trying to kill yourself-"

"I'm not fucking suicidal." He snapped, tightening his grip around my hand, making me shiver a little, before I could push it off and remind myself that this was Alex, my boyfriend, and everything was very much okay.

"Then what are you?"

"I'm a serial killer, Jacky. You're in love with me, Jacky." He locked our gazes, keeping my brown eyes ensnared with his, and by the beauty that his held, maybe I wasn't all that bothered. "Which of our two behaviours is more suicidal, huh?"

I shook my head, refusing to accept the strong evidence he'd laid out before me. "But you don't want to kill me."

"Right now I don't, but that can change, you know-" His words meant nothing to me, despite just how stupid that seemed to anyone else, it made nothing but perfect sense within my mind as there was no one in this world that I trusted like I trusted Alex.

"It won't." I promised him, on his behalf, which was kind of belittling, and overall made very little sense.

"You're oblivious, and it's annoying, yet kind of fucking hot." He spat at me, pushing me back against the counter top and kissing me with all he had. He never seemed to care for the matter that I might want or even need any warning, but part of me totally digged that, and this only made me eager for the spontaneously moments in which he would pounce upon me with our lips connected and the taste of him rendering everything else irrelevant.

"Fuck..." I breathed out against his lips, our kiss turning open mouthed within seconds and without a word of consent from either parties; we just kind of trusted one another now. And considering just who Alex was, I knew that I had landed myself in just the most toxic of situations, yet I couldn't seem to get myself to care at all.

"Yes, we will, Jacky, but not now." He pulled away, his hands tangling out of my knotted hair; something I missed within mere seconds. "I have work, you know."

"Why do you work?" I asked him, considering begging him not to go, and evaluating just how selfish it sounded whilst wondering just what my hypothetical chances of pulling it off were. "You clearly have enough money judging by this practically fucking mansion we live in- I mean I've never even been in half of the rooms."

"Something to keep my mind off things..." He let out a sigh, looking me right in the eye, leaving us in a momentarily painful and mutual understanding of just what he meant, and fuck, I didn't like it at all.

"What about me, what about me, Lex?" I entangled our fingers, pulling him close to me, not wanting to lose him at all, cherishing the lost side of him that no one else got to see - it felt like my little personal side of Alex and I could never ask for anything more.

"I can't hurt you Jacky." He let out a desperate sigh, his eyes reddening and sad; almost empty.

"What do you mean?"

He let out a sigh; there'd been far too many sighs today, and very little I'd been able to do about it. "Think about it, Jacky. Think real fucking hard about the pills and think about things you don't want to think about. Think about your brother's party and think who else I could possibly hurt with these pills other than the two of us, so don't try to stop me! Because I'll stop you - despite the fact I'd hate to."

In my moment of shock, he just left as I remained paralysed and barely functional, watching as he left the flat. He left to go kill someone and I didn't know who, why, or where.

I couldn't stop him.

Someone was going to die.

Alex was going to kill a seventh victim, except it just wasn't me.

It should be me. I don't know number seven, but I know they don't deserve this, and I know nothing like I know the fact that I'm nothing but helpless in this matter.

I didn't know how to stop this at all or what the fuck to do, so I had two options - I had help - I had either Flyzik or Cassadee, and I needed one of their help.

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The dialling tone went on forever, and even on the seventh attempt Flyzik didn't pick up, so I turned to the laptop, I turned to Cass, and I did what I promised to Alex I would never. I committed a crime, a sin, and I wasn't the slightest bit guilty, because in this world, where the chance of Alex killing an innocent was very real, I just couldn't let my mind be concerned with matters of my own.

I explained everything, I explained everything to her, and bit my nails as I nervously awaited her reply and the fate that would follow both Alex and number seven. The paragraph was long and with poor grammar, but I doubted that mattered all that much when you took into account the urgency of the situation.

Alex could get arrested - she could call the police, and I just didn't know what to do, but I did know that someone, an innocent someone, no matter who they were, did not deserve to die - not at all.

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Alex - 11:24

"You're kind of cute, you know." She rolled the words off her tongue like she did it for a living, and judging by that skirt, I wouldn't be far off with my guess at all. Not that I meant anything by that, of course.

"Hmm..." I wondered if I should blush. Humans blush, right? Can you even fake blushing? I don't know and I just don't like it. "Is that a compliment?"

She passed me a baffled look, and I knew that now I really should have blushed, but I just couldn't quite seem to force myself into the matter. "What else would it be?"

I shrugged, attempting to push this off like it really was just nothing but reality disagreed. "You could have an assassin, and that'd be the single for them to swoop in and kill me. Kind of like when Judas kissed Jesus and he was arrested-" I noticed her blank and rather bored expression. "You have read the Bible, right?"

"Oh, yeah, of course- no, well I've heard like people read it and shit but I've never actually read it first hand, you know." The angels told me she was going to hell, but I didn't have to be told; I already knew for myself. Hell is welcoming its arms for her, and little does she know that she'll be arriving much sooner than she thinks.

"You should read it." I passed my words off as if they didn't contain such a stern tone.

"You're Christian?" She raised her eyebrows and I raised mine, wondering what her issue was here. "Sorry- you just don't look like the type."

"I'm not Christian per say, I just believe in God, angels, and the realms of heaven and hell- that's sort of some descent of Paganism mixed with the belief in our one God, which I guess is Jewish-"

"Okay, okay." She forced her lips into a smile, despite the fact that I was clearly boring her. I didn't care though because I was more than fucking content with the fact that she was going to receive justice. "I get it... and you're still cute."

"I guess you're cute too."

And the fucking smile that followed it; I knew I had to kill her, and I didn't even need to think about the fact that I would enjoy it.

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"You want help printing that?" I couldn't even answer before her hands were snaking over mine and pressing several buttons upon the printer dashboard.

"I think I can manage, you know." I snapped out, annoyed by her breath against my neck. I didn't want her breathing at all, and I most certainly did not want her disgusting lipstick hogged breath anywhere near me.

"I disagree." She smirked; putting a printed booklet in my hand that I hadn't even intended to print and I was certain belonged to the skinny guy who eats an abnormal amount of doughnuts considering his size, who worked a few booths across from mine.

"You're wrong, you know - don't underestimate me." She didn't quite get it. Despite my bitter tone, this somehow remained all just a joke to her; I didn't get it - i didn't get her. The female species was one I just couldn't understand, and maybe that's why Jack and I had connected so much... and the certain feelings I'd rather not think about followed so quickly.

"Personally, I think I'm overestimating." She let out a giggle that made me want to force a dagger right through her heart. Or maybe a bullet? Hmm... Which would make it more agonising for her? It depends where the blow lands, I guess.

"Personally, I think you're fucking wrong and that you should shut the fuck up." She only giggled, because she just didn't see it; she was like the rest of them - fucking ignorant, and by eradicating her from existence, I was just doing the world nothing short of a favour.

"Personally," She began, running her tongue over her red lipstick and smudging it a little in the process; something I didn't point out to her, simply due to the fact that I really just couldn't give the slightest of fucks. "I think you should kiss me."

I looked at her for a moment, and knew that I had to get rid of her quickly - she was compromising things via the means of nothing short of utterly compromising situations and it was a dreadful situation, because I had to lead her on further when all I wanted to do was slap that bitch right across the face.

"Personally, I think we could do a lot more than that."

She blushed a colour that matched her lipstick and her blood when I had it all over my floor, and I got Jack to clean it up or something like that. I wasn't touching that shit. It had come from her after all.

"What? In this printing room?" She took a step forward, and I knew I had her on a leash right here; she was playing right into my hand and it was both enthralling and horrific at the same time. I hated how gullible they were, but then again that just was the best part sometimes; the ecstasy like feeling of just winning - always having the last word and always just knowing what was going on.

"Of course not, darling." The pet name was for effect - it was obviously in no way endearing and that was made awfully and almost compromisingly obvious by the monotone voice it was released in, yet she still swooned and fell for it. Pathetic.

"What do you suggest then?" She continued, pulling back at her bottom lip with her teeth.

"Hmm..." I ran through my opinions, and I even briefly considered springing my true intentions onto her in the middle of nowhere, simply for her reaction and the high probability that she'd be a stupid bitch and just laugh it off, which of course would be nothing short of truly hilarious- and I, I wouldn't even be laughing.

"Hmm?" She mimicked.

"I was thinking something special, you know." I persisted, running my tongue across my bottom lip, addiction consuming me entirely, because I couldn't help blinking to see her hung from the ceiling, blinking to see her drowning in her own blood, and then having to rapidly blink once again to pull myself back into reality.

"Really?"

"Yeah." That's why I fucking said so, bitch.

"What are you suggesting?" She implored, taking a step closer to me, and I let a smirk lap over my lips as the corners twitched up into a smile.

"I'm suggesting you come back to mine and we just see how things go from there. You know, let life take its course." I winked at her, letting her believe what she wanted, when my idea of life taking its course, was the ending; because, all things had to end, as you know.

"I'd like that." The distance between us diminished further, and entirely on her part once again.

"When's good for you?" This was all just too easy now - it was practically ridiculous, but that didn't stop me from relishing in the moment in the slightest at all.

"Whenever's good for you." She grinned entwining our fingers as I blissfully imagined every possible way I could stab her.

"Tomorrow." The word left my lips as an order, opposed to a question,

"Tomorrow." She agreed, biting down on her cherry red lipstick and really making a fucking mess of it this time. And then she pulled me down, grabbing me by my hair and kissed me. It was sloppy and unexpected; with far too much tongue and enthusiasm, and very little regard for art or delicacy.

She really did have to die.

"Will you be providing the condoms?" She winked at me, before bursting out into a laugh. "God, I can't keep that 'sexy' thing up any more."

"I have condoms, yes." I winked at her, out of relegation, winding her further and further around my little finger by the moment. The question as to whether she'd stay alive long enough to even consider for us having to use them was another matter entirely. "What guy doesn't?"

"My brother - but, he's like twelve so..."

"He probably does then."

"Don't, oh my god." She burst into a fit of giggles that didn't fail to irritate me beyond belief.

"Hey, you know, there's something I never got off you." I continued, and I watched her eyes spark up ridiculously like some sort of lovesick puppy.

"My number?" She grinned, getting out her phone almost automatically.

"Your name."

"Fuck, I never did get round to telling you, did I?" She blushed the shade of lipstick once more.

"No, you didn't." I stated, watching her eyes and lingering in the awkward silence. "I'm Alex." I started things up for her.

"Hey Alex." She beamed up at me ignorantly. "Alex suits you."

"Thanks." I wasn't sure how much of a compliment saying that my own name suited me was. Surely it was more of a compliment to my parents, as they had chosen the name, and she was kind of just complimenting them upon their fantastic naming abilities.

"So you are?"

She winked at me. "Find out tonight."

"I'm impatient." I needed a name. I couldn't just kill someone I didn't know the name of - I wasn't quite that tacky.

"Cassadee." She pushed her hair behind her ear. "I'm Cassadee."

Hello then, Cassadee. Enjoy your last night alive.

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