101 Dual personalities

He took out a knife from the back of his shirt that had been tucked beneath the folds of his shirt. Jake looked at the knife, its blade gleaming in the little light that passed through one corner of the window. He looked at the blade, its corners glinting in the narrow stream of light. He had a satisfied look on his face.

Twisting the blade in his hands, Jake walked towards the bed unhurriedly. It was as if he was Jake but not Jake at the same time. There was a different gait to his walk, he walked all stiff and robotic as if he wasn't made of bones and muscles but cogs and wheels.

His face twisted in a cruel smile and he went near the old man sleeping peacefully. Mr. Turner was under the influence of medications, he hadn't heard a thing since Jake had entered. He was oblivious to what was about to happen.