Mr Jackson Monologue

A child being born on a full moon is a sign of peace and power, but being born on a full moon during the witching hour is an omen of death. That sums up my life, an omen of death. My mother died during my birth; whilst my dearest dad was a dead-beat. Which left me entirely on my own.

Being on own meaning sent to live in a horrific orphanage. Hell would have been nicer at least they care about you there. Mr. Jackson was know for being handsy with the kids, either beating or molesting. Back to the important topic here, me. I had issues with the way I handled thing, when I was growing up. If a kid insulted me I "accidentally" stabbed them in return. That issue may have led my more psychopathic side loose upon Earth.

Animal would appear dead around my room and I would have no recollection of killing them. I knew I did it though and it some how brought me great satisfaction knowing I ended their life. It later on moved to bigger animals, the children. They however put up more of a fight so I easily learn how to sedate them. Nothing on this Earth gave me more pleasure than slowly bleeding them out. So, when Mr. Jackson called me in to his office one day, I knew what was going to happen.

As I open the door to walk
in, a sudden scent caught my attention. Chloroform. I fell back into the person behind me and lost all conscious. When I emerged from my forced slumber I looked to find myself in a bedroom. I look over to find Mr. Jackson, a beast of a man in every sense. Wild brown hair with an over grown beard, tall and broad shouldered, and a hungry look in his eyes. He wandered over toward the bed.

"You have no idea how long I've been longing to get you in this position, doll" he said. "With your beautiful blue hair, I have longed for you a lifetime it seems." As his hands rakes across my skin, a burning sensation sprouted inside of me. His hands get closer and closer to his main target, then his hands disappear and a shriek arises out of the silence. "You bitch! You broke my hand!" he cried out. I still

"Oh hun, me breaking your hand is the least of your worries. When I am done with you, you'll be begging for me to kill you." A smirk passes over me face and my hellish side arose from which it once hid.
"I've always wanted to do this to an adult, who better than a rapist. Just so we are one the same page, I'll walk you through what's about to happen. First we'll start simple, I'll break the bones inside of your limbs." I smirk as a walk around the gloomy room. I look at poor Mr. Jackson, he had wet himself and was trembling in fear. "But of course breaking just your limbs isn't enough, is it now. No, we are going to do a little procedure and be 'we' I mean you. I will start cutting out your kidneys, then we will move one to other organs you don't quiet need. Then lastly of all I will kill you painfully and horrifically, just like I
dreamed."

Mr. Jackson stared directly into the eyes of the beast on for a measly second before the lights were gone and hell broke lose. Poor old Mr. Jackson's screams were only heard to listening ears waiting for their next partner in crime.

After Mr. Jackson unfortunate demise, I was on the run to a different place to finally call home. It only had taken me 2 days to find a suitable place a cabin in the woods. Yes, very cliché but it was the absolutely perfect place to conduct business. Upon arrival I notice by a computer and Wi-Fi, it only to me mere minutes to find the 'deep web'. Home sweet home. I made an account but had yet to pick a user name. Since, I wasn’t properly named at the orphanage I had to deice what to go by. Something ironic, original, and punny, with that criteria in mind, the word Jinx crossed my mind and it felt right.

It only took half a day for my account to be messaged. Hello Jinx. I was wondering if like many on you kill people for a living. If so, please message me back I have a job for you.