Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill

The sun set softly against the horizon, glaring the hill, where it finally fell, with an omniscient shine before the sky diminished into blue stricken moonlight. The rocks around the two figures stood at the bottom reflected like diamonds in the midst of darkness. Jack, a young man, ruggedly handsome but immature in his mannerisms, began to rush up the hill towards the well which towered the peak of the landscape. His partner Jill, long blonde hair, blue eyes and a sculpted figure followed; lagging behind and screaming in joy for him to slow down.

They stumbled over the steepness, falling on grass and rocks which carved the path to the well. Grasping her hand, Jack pulled her with him to the top where the fell, uncontrollably into each others arms, and then again to the floor, holding each other firmly as they did so. The moon shone off of their dripping skin, droplets of purity and innocence evaporated in the midnight air. They continued in an embrace.

A sharp crack sounded suddenly from a distance. Raising his head, Jack looked around; the darkness blinded him into seeing nothing; his ignorance to bother looking fuelled this blindness further. The lust was too powerful to overcome and he shook off the thought and buried himself into her once more.

The bushes rustled slightly.

“Should we stop?”, a reluctant whispering voice came from Jill’s mouth. Jack did not answer. He took another slight glance around. Nothing was there. Then footsteps started. Jack immediately stood up, displaying himself to the world in an accidental movement. He was shaken, as was Jill. She looked up at him and smiled in the thought that there was nothing.

A sharp pain struck the back of Jack’s head, piercing it. A red river ran down his ears, onto his chin and dripped on to Jill’s cheek, releasing an almighty scream from the depths of her throat. Jack fell backwards quickly, hurtling his crown towards the jagged rocks from the path from where they had previously journeyed. He fell down and down, tumbling and turning as he did; his eyes wide open but no soul to see through them. His body twisted and cracked as he fell further and further down, until, at the bottom, he laid, motionless on the soft grass, reflecting the moonlight.

Jill looked up to where Jack was struck. A figure, covered at the face, shadowed her. The killer slowly lifted the mask. Her eyes widened as she saw her father standing over her. He took the metal bucket in one and grasped the back of her hair with the other, dragging her to her feet. She, like Jack, stood, naked in the moonlight, at the mercy of him.

With one sharp movement, the bucket swung into her temple, knocking her to the ground. He flung her with great strength down the hill, tossing the blood stained bucket to follow as he walked, slowly back into the woods from whence he came.