Jack stood in front of it, unashamedly proud of the product of his hard labour. It still looked brand new, like he had built it yesterday. That was far from the truth.

Jack ascended the stairs of the 10 year old house and entered inside, where the ageing was more apparent. Stains covered the walls, signs of years of living. But what became more apparent by the stains was the lack of life that left its mark on the house.

Jack cocked his head toward upstairs when he heard a scream. He smiled and walked up the hallway, past a crimson handmark smeared on the wall.

“Hello sweetheart!” he said in a less than charming tone. He slammed the door open, it swung freely almost one hundred and eighty degrees and slammed into the wall, leaving yet another scar in the house that Jack built. A teenage girl looked up at him with pure fright, and Jack soaked it in. Then he looked to the left of her, and then back right at her. His eyes attacking her.

“Where is she?” he asked. He was referring to the evidence left by shards of glass left underneath the window. “I built this fucking house, what gives you the fucking right to go smashing it up!”

He ignored the scar he left himself, as he pulled a cricket bat from behind the door. It already left a mark of death with the colour at the tip. Jack loved the colour of blood. His house was covered in it, and no need to hire an interior decorator when you can crack open a few skulls, a plentiful source for the colour.

“Where is she?!” Jack repeated. He swung the bat, deliberately missing the girl, extracting a tasteless scream from her. “Where the fuck did she go?!”

“I don’t know…” Jack swung the bat and she was thrown back, a gargled scream stopping suddenly as she gasped for breath.

“I’ll say it again, Jesus! Show some fucking respect” he said mocking in the face of his sick mind. “Where is that little tramp? And why didn’t you go with her?”

Now the girl bled from her face and through red rimmed eyes she looked up pleading to him, then she looked down.

“Because now your own will come.” she looked up smiling as a women stood where Jack had. Jack now lay on the ground, a bullet wound evident in his back.