Bill & Jack

Bill, was laying on his therapist’s couch. He hated his therapist. She had stupid big glasses that rested on her stupid nose on her stupid face. With her judgmental eyes always piercing Bill’s skull. He hated her. She started to say something, and that was the last straw. The only thing he hated more than her face, nose, and glasses, was her voice. So when he heard it the time, he decided he never wanted to hear it again. So he jolted off of the couch, grabbed the letter opener from her desk, and quietly, quickly, and artfully, cut her throat open. Then he watched her bleed to death and die. This was Bill’s first kill. He liked it, but felt guilty.
He heard a voice,
“And that’s how you do that.”
Bill turned to see who said it. It was a tall person. Very tall. He couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. Bill asked ,
“Who are you?”
The tall person answered,
“My name is Jack.” Jack smiled. Jack had a purple face, and wore a black suit with white gloves, and a top hat. Jack’s eyes were milky white and had no pupils. Bill starred at Jack with a crooked head and twitching eyes.
“I see that you’re confused. Let me explain.” Jack said, and then sat down. He continued
“You see, I am the personification of your need to kill. You lust for murder. That lust comes from me. I am that lust. But don’t worry, I’ll guide you. I’ll help you become satisfied. I’ll show you who you need to kill.
And so, Jack led Bill on a killing spree across the country. Bill killed whoever Jack told him too. With a hammer. With a knife. With a gun. With a rope. With whatever was available. But every time he killed somebody, Bill felt more and more guilty, and never any happier.
“I figured it out.” Said Jack one night. “Why you aren’t becoming happier with each kill. You aren’t killing the right people. Or rather, the right person. There’s only one person you can kill, to satisfy you.”
Bill blinked. “Who?” He asked, not really caring.
“Yourself” Jack answered, with a wicked grin.
Bill put a knife to his throat. “Oh.” He said. He got ready to slice, took one final breath, and then…….stopped.
“What the fuck am I doing?” Bill said, angry. “What good would killing myself do.” He looked at his knife.
“Don’t think about it Bill, just do it” Jack yelled.
“Fuck you!” Bill said. “I need to end my lust, not my life. I need to kill you, not me.”
“No, kill yourself, it’s the only way. Think of all those innocent people you killed. Think about your guilt. This is the only way to end it.”
Bill became angry . “I said FUCK YOU.” Bill held the knife so that the blade was facing downward. He shoved the knife into the top of Jack’s head.
Jack screamed, fell down, died, and vanished. And Bill never killed again….