Sickest Addictions: Sympathy For The Devil

Chapter Three

Though Hades could barely pay attention when all he could think about was his new found crush, and what he was up to now. 

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Meanwhile, back at the house in which Hades had left that morning, Jack still was laying there on the couch in a deep sleep. He was laying on his front side, the side of his face buried into a couch pillow. Beneath his closed lids, his eyes searched around in the dream land that they saw. It was anything but a dream, however. If anything it was a nightmare, and a terrifying one at that.

"Jackson! Why does he do this, Jackson?" He heard in an echo, causing his brow to twitch.

Screaming had went on further. The kind that was blood curdling, agonizing to hear. It pierced his ears, causing an endless ringing to them once all was finally quiet. Inside his dream, he had covered his ears and could hear his younger self whimper as he was enclosed in darkness.

Then another voice was heard.

"You loved her, yet you could not save her....Worthless boy, letting your feelings get in the way....You are nothing, and now so is she," The voice of an older man said. His hand reached out and grabbed onto the boy's chin, forcing Jack to look up into the blazing fire of burning green eyes.

"Worthless" He heard again, causing him to let out a whimper and close his own eyes. But the flashbacks of blood soaking tile flooring kept replaying right before him.

"Worthless boy! Now see will pay the price!" The voice shouted, followed by the terrified screaming of it's victim.

"Jackson!" He heard it call out for him, though he could do nothing but run blindly in the darkness and listen to those agonizing screams beg him for help.

"Jackson, hurry! Jackson, please, help me!"

He began to pant, searching frantically through the dark hallways, until finally he found her lying there on the ground on that cold kitchen floor with another man right beside her. Both pairs of green eyes were dull and lifeless, and both were covered in blood.

The boy dropped to his knees, suddenly covered in the crimson red.

"No, no....." He cried out quietly to himself, reaching over with bloody hands to pull the girl into his lap. He could no longer contain those cries as he held that lifeless body in his arms.

Unaware of his surroundings, a hand, dripping with red had grabbed onto his arm. The boy gasped, looking up to see that those burning green eyes as if they never faded. They stared stared straight at him, unblinking with a never ending glare of hate. The red man let out a loud roar as he took the girl from the boy, and dragged her off back into the darkness where her screams echoed in his head once again. Repeating that gory scene right before his eyes, he finally let out a scream of pure terror.

"No....No! Annalise!" He cried out.

His eyes then shot open as he jolted awake. The throbbing in his head came in harsh, causing him to groan as his eyes adjusted to the lightening of the room. They searched his surroundings as soon as they unblurred. He found himself in the living room, just where he had fallen asleep last night, only something was missing.

Jack lifted himself up, realizing that a blanket has been pulled over him by the person that was supposed to be beneath him. He figured that Hades had left already to go do whatever it was that teenagers did in the morning. So he wasn't too bothered by the young man's absence. Especially after that dream he had, and explaining the mumbling in his sleep, was just something that Jack didn't want to do. It was better to keep his troubles locked away, then have to face them in front of someone else.

He then sat up, rubbing his red, irritated eyes with the palms of his hands. Last night had been interesting, considering how the ex-mental patient never spoke to anyone in a long time. It was quite nice to not worrying about his own mind for once, though he would never truly admit that to himself, nor to Hades. That was another thing the green eyed man had to lock away. No matter how hard it would be, Jack knew better than to letting anything, or anyone, especially a charming, blue eyed young man, get passed his barricaded mind. His emotions and feelings would be the death of him.

Getting up completely, Jack brushed himself off, fixing the wrinkles in his clothing. He couldn't believe he had allowed that to happen. Allowing Hades to spend the night was like asking for trouble to come his way. Sleeping in his clothes was another thing, and at that time, Jack was desperate for a shower.

He shuffled up the stairs, heading towards the bathroom where he turned on the water to the shower and got in after stripping away his clothes from last night.

The cold water ran down his body, soothing him from his anxiety. He swayed in the slightest, eyes closed as he relaxed under it's cool touch. Cold showers were the best showers in Jack's opinion. They were best taken early in the morning after a night of tossing and turning. It didn't matter if the weather outside was below freezing, Jack still always proceeded with taking his ice cold showers that washed away all his troubles for the time being.

After showering up, the man turned off the shower and stepped out into similar freezing temperatures and dried off before carrying on with his old morning routine.

He put on some fresh clothing. A dark grey hoodie that hugged around his arms and torso snuggly. Beneath it was a plain white shirt along with black jeans that he usually wore. The sleeves of the hoodie were pushed up as he jogged back down stairs and went off into the kitchen to pick up an apple.

The green fruit would be his breakfast that morning. He leaned against the kitchen counter munching on it after cleaning it on his shirt. All was quiet as he did so. A bit too quiet for his liking. It was boring just sitting there in that house. There was nothing to do but clean and listen to the radio. It had gotten depressing after the first day, and now all Jack wanted to do was go out in town for a walk, but he couldn't because now everyone knew who he was, and it would not be ideal to get in trouble so soon after just having gotten back. He let out a sigh, looking around his kitchen for any spark entertainment.

The clock on the wall went off, breaking the silence with it's cheesy cuckoo song of chasing the weasel. It signaled that it was already twelve in the afternoon.

His eyes went to the device, watching it until the music ended, and the little wooden figures went back into their home. Then, shifting his attention back to the rest of the kitchen, he spotted something silver and shiny on the table. A pocket knife.