Have you ever tasted human blood or flesh? Of course you have, even if
you didn’t really think much of it at the time. Maybe you just bit your
lip and inadvertently swallowed, even if you’re not a full-fledged
professional cannibal like me. But you see, already I can tell you’re
not too different from me because of that. I assume you know your name,
but me? My name is Eyeless Jack, and I have a few questions I’d like to
When was the first time you realized you were a parasite? No, don’t give me that look. Your hands are tied at the moment, if you’ll excuse the pun, so you’re really in no position to view me with contempt. And it’s just the two of us, in this big, quiet house. The rest of your family? Just tell yourself that everyone else is taking a rest, a nice long rest. I have a friend who’d make a bad joke about “going to sleep” right about now, which is one of the reasons I prefer to murder on my own.
Now, back to the question I asked. It was purely rhetorical, as I knew you would go into denial over your parasitic nature. But all of you silly humans are parasites, and Jack used to be too. Now Jack can see things for how they really are, and that’s deeply ironic for someone with no eyes. I am Jack’s pain, his suffering, the one who controls his body now. I am the Eyeless in Eyeless Jack, and I took over when Jack the human being gave up on his life. Heck, I don’t even know his real name, I just call him Jack because that’s what everyone else called him.
What? You still don’t see how that makes you a parasite? Okay, let me put it this way. You’re, what, seventeen years old now, I’m guessing? In those 6205 days you’ve spent on this Earth, what have you done? And don’t tell yourself that you’ve just tried to be a good person, I mean what have you really accomplished. Exactly. You’re a leech. You leech off society, you leech off your environment, you leech off your friends, and you leeched off your parents, bless their souls.
But I know how I can save you. I know how I can fix you to be more like me. Let me untie your hands. Although remember that I have a scalpel and I know how to use it better than most surgeons, so don’t try anything funny. Now here, take this. It’s fresh, I saved it just for you. Who did it come from? I’m pretty sure you can use your imagination. I did say it was fresh, didn’t I? Now, I leave the choice in your hands. What will you do with it?
That’s it, chew, swallow, you’ll learn to savour it in time. Do you like the taste? And do you hear that? Sirens. The S.W.A.T. team will be here soon. Now I ask you again, and think carefully. Did you like the taste?
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