1 Chapter 1: Rude Awakening
Jack Jones was your typical ordinary boy who was a bit of a late bloomer living a happy cookie cutter life.
But all that was about to change on his twelfth birthday when he learned of his father's insidious intentions.
His father George a serial pedophile not wanting his precious baby boy to ever grow up.
Begins raping and Punishing Jack believing him to be responsible for his own natural aging.
George kidnaps and locks Jack away in a secret room inside of his study for many months depriving him of not only fresh air and sunlight.
But of any other kind of human or social interactions but his own sick perversions and amusement.
Jack's father George having faked his own son's death indulges in his daily perversions without restraint and or fear of interference from the outside world.
Jack having been subjected to such atrocities and in a constant state of being drugged and raped becomes mentally unstable.
No longer being able to differentiate reality from imaginary.
He loses his ability to speak or form any kind of audible language other than the incoherent grumbles and grunts he will occasionally make.
In his isolation Jack begins to see visions of his old imaginary friend Chuck a stuffed teddy bear who keeps him company constantly tempting Jack to fall deeper into his own insanity...
After a year of this nonstop hell Jack on his thirteenth birthday is finally spared of his daily abuse.
His father having become disgusted and uninterested due to him having finally gone through puberty.
His body was no longer the one of a small child but had matured into that of a young man, no longer the ideal subject of his own father's twisted perversions.
He was of no use to him anymore and thus had no reason to live in George's eyes.
George could now focus on the other sibling Julie his own precious sweet little baby girl who he groomed to become his plaything like Jack.
Jack had been released from his shackles but instead of being drugged up the moment his father would come in like he would usually be.
Jack was in a sober state of mind for the first time in over a year and, was able to think carefully and take in the situation as he played dumb.
Like a dead fish on the floor Jack showed no signs of life or struggle.
His father George was unconcerned about any retaliation upon release given how the boy was sprawled against the floor mentally broken and in an anemic state.
His once cute and beloved son was now a disgusting lump of flesh in George's eyes.
George had taken the liberty of dressing Jack up in pretty outfits and grooming his long hair in a variety of styles everyday to spice things up and keep things interesting.
George had expected his son Jack to run away or at least attempt an escape the second he was released from his shackles.
But was pleasantly surprised to see that the boy had learned his place and simply dozed off blankly into the room quietly mumbling nonsense.
If George had paid closer attention and had tried to decipher the mumbling's he would have been able to notice the silent threat and would have immediately beaten Jack to death.
If he had only listened he would have heard Jack mumble the same word over and over again like a lunatic.
Jack: "Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die Die, Die, Die…"
George was casually humming a familiar catchy tune as he took one more look at his former sons appearance.
Jack's light blonde hair was a short and clean cut style at first but over time his hair grew long and wild but was still beautiful and well kept as his father dyed it black.
Jack's once endearing clear blue eyes that shined with the brilliance of youth and vigor were now a dull empty grayish color as his lips were now crusted over and shriveled.
Jack's lack of nutrition was covered over with heavy makeup as his lips were smeared over by a bright candy red lipstick.
The expensive pretty black dress that Jack wore highlighted his thin figure and was torn in inappropriate places revealing his ghastly pale white skin.
The deprivation of sunlight and the heavy makeup gave Jack the appearance of a human doll.
George sneered as he felt it was a waste and continued blaming Jack for his current state, for refusing to stay young and being his precious little baby boy forever.
George scoffed at Jack as he turned around to get his gun.
In his mind Jack had chosen to not stay the perfect little boy so he was already dead to him.
George had justified his actions in his own sick degenerate mind and spat on the boy's limp and seemingly lifeless body one more time before finishing the job.
George picked up the gun leaving his back exposed giving Jack the opportunity to spring up from the ground and pounce on his back in a zombie like state catching him off guard.
George screamed in shocked pain as Jack bit down on his neck deeply tearing through veins and muscle as blood splattered out causing George to drop his gun.
Jack clung to Georges back as he chewed and teared out fleshy neck chunks with his small teeth as his father screamed in frantic pain trying to forcefully yank him off his back.
George began to trash and slam his body violently against the walls in an attempt to get Jack off his back.
Jack's polished and sharp bright red fingernails sunk deeper into George's flesh drawing blood causing him to scream louder and thrash more.
With every slam Jack felt the impact of the wall and his fathers weight crush him in between as he groaned out small painful noises trying desperately to cling on and not let go.
But no matter how hard George slammed or thrashed around Jack wouldn't come off him!
His efforts only made Jack continue to chomp down faster as his grip tightened around George's body sticking to him like glue.
Jack was overcome with his desire for vengeance!
Filled with great hatred and malice against his once dear beloved Father George a precious parental guardian in his life was now the object of his intense grudge and anger.
Jack's hatred was so intense that it overshadowed his instinct for survival, he did not bother or even think about calling for help anymore or try to escape his hellish prison.
Jack wanted to kill this man no matter what!
Even at the cost of his own life Jack needed to kill him!
It had become an obsession by this point that drove Jack to kill with every fiber of his being.
George could almost feel Jack's killing intent against him as he tried desperately to remove him.
having lost a large amount of blood George panicked and ignored the consequences in an attempt for survival.
As George ran up the stairs and broke through the secret door leading to his study yelling out for his wife to grab the gun as he screamed for help in desperate agony.
Jack continued to chomp down on his neck unaffected by the situation.
He was so concentrated on killing George that he hadn't even realized that this was his home.
This whole time Jack thought he was being kept locked up in some secret underground dungeon far away from his old life but in reality he had simply been hidden in his own home.
As blood trailed and splattered everywhere while chunks of flesh dripped down from Jack's face George's desperate screams and struggling had begun to slow down.
As strength left his body George collapsed on the floor letting out a final pitiful whimper before dying having finally succumb to blood loss.
But even then Jack had refused to let go and continued using his small teeth to bite down and tear out his flesh.
It was not until the door creaked open and he heard a familiar voice cry out in fear and shock did Jack finally stop to look away.
Being jolted back into reality Jack saw a petite figure standing by the doorway screaming out for her "Daddy!" and "Mommy!" for help.
Jack instantly recognized her as his sister Julie! Jack was shaken to his very core upon seeing a familiar face other than his fathers and was too overcome with emotion to react.
Tears formed in Jack's eyes as he starred dumbly at his younger sister who looked very different from the one in his memories.
Julie was half his age and although Jack felt like he hadn't seen her in forever her image was permanently imprinted into his mind.
Jack compared the image to what she looked like now and all he could think of was "she had grown..."
Julie was an ordinary girl who shared similar facial features with Jack along with the same light blonde hair and clear blue eyes.
Jack smiled a big toothy grin at her, his smile although on the outside appearing warped and evil was honest and loving on the inside.
It had been so long since Jack had seen the rest of his family he had given up hope of ever seeing them again or escaping long ago.
Jack looked around and noticed where he was thinking to himself "I'm home... I'M FINALLY HOME!"
Jack waved at Julie to come over and hug him and tried calling out to her but the only noise that came from his mouth were incoherent grunts.
As he approached her with a smile and with his arms spread wide open for a hug.
Julie upon seeing Jack's creepy and bloodied appearance slowly backed away with shaking legs as she peed herself and silently cried a river of tears before screaming out in terror.
Jack felt confused and wanted to ask her what was wrong but only incoherent gibberish came out of his mouth.
Jack had yet to realize that his appearance was unrecognizable to her and that he looked like an entirely different person to the way he looked before being kidnapped.
Everything about Jack looked drastically different from his height to his, pale white skin or his grayish dull blue eyes.
Not to mention that his skeleton like thin physique and pretty black dress coupled in with his well groomed hair made him look more like a girl than a boy.
His face no longer held the distinct features of a young boy but had been sculpted into the shape of a young mans.
The heavy messed up makeup on his face gave him the appearance of a creepy human doll it also didn't help that his mouth and face were smeared over with blood.
Jack had the overall appearance of a creepy ghost girl like the kind you would see in horror movies.
As Jack approached his sister with a concerned look on his face as he tried to comfort her.
Julies screaming became more hysteric and louder as she backed up against a wall and cried louder the closer Jack got to her.
Jack was about to reach out to Julie and pet her head until he heard the door being busted open with a kick.
His mother Cassandra burst through the door with a shotgun in hand.
Jack was overcome with emotions at her sudden appearance joy filled his heart as he innocently smiled at her.
Jack couldn't believe his eyes at first it was his own mom! his own mother was here!
She was the only parental figure that Jack still held near and dear to his heart.
After so long Jack was finally reunited with his dear mother and sister he had come home to his family at long last.
Jack could not help but cry tears of joy as he slowly approached her to have a heart warming reunion with his mother.
This reunion would be short lived...
Jack's smile grew wider as he tried to speak out and call out for his mommy.
But all that came out was incoherent grunts his mother was terrified and mistook the grunts for help as sinister intentions.
Due to the disturbing bloody smile plastered across her sons face, she could not recognize him and out fear and the instinct to protect her daughter she shouted at him.
Cassandra: "Get away from my daughter! You Evil Bitch!"
(*BLAM!)
And fired her shotgun blowing off a portion of her own sons head in a gross misunderstanding.
Jacks upper right head splattered across the room painting it in blood, skull fragments and, brain matter.
Jack's right eye was blown off intact landing on his sister Julie causing her to roll her eyes over and immediately faint from witnessing the gory scene.
Having lost the upper right side of his head Jacks final moments were spent in disbelief with his left eye fixated on his own mother who had actually shot him.
He felt betrayed and frustration as his sorrow only deepened in death intensifying his grudge and rage.
His feelings of disgust and resentment towards humanity caused him to be reborn as the very incarnation of those emotions, a lowly goblin in a cave...
