Bloody Bones

A twig snapped as Jack's foot slowly landed on it. Not noticing, Jack quickly leapt from the ground and clutched tightly to the edge of the tree. As quick as a squirrel, and as silent as a raccoon, he climbed the tree easily, his talon-like fingers held him as he rose. Swiftly, but softly, he was soon resting on a large branch. Below him the village slept.
The moon provided little light, not being full, and with the few clouds dropping raindrops to the dry ground, it was very difficult to see, but Jack didn't mind. His eyes were far more developed than that of the little snacks he was hunting for. Nothing would escape him this night. He quickly measured the distance from the gate to the houses, thinking how far he would have to run. Inside the village, torches were burning, the only other lights in the night. The guards were marching outside of the wall, also holding torches barely alight in the drizzle, looking for anything that may cause trouble. In Jack's eyes, that meant they were looking for him.
Jack gave a smile. He was trouble. In his homeland, he was trouble, even before the 'accident'. Felt the small drops of the liquid dripping from his face onto his legs. He looked at his bony legs, and was actually tempted to wipe off the crimson liquid by using the rain. But he did not, thinking more people would be scared when they saw him if it looked like Jack had already killed. Suddenly, he noticed two guards coming his way, their torches still burning, despite the rain. But when the guards passed by his tree, the only thing there to be seen was an empty branch, and some crimson liquid dripping slowly off the branch.
Grinning, Jack peered from the small corner he was in. The torches did not shed any light to where he stood, next to the large wooden building, but he could still see out. Satisfied that no one was coming toward him, he turned his attention to the building. There was a window ten feet up, but his claws couldn't climb the slick wet walls. Looking around, he noticed a large overturned bucket, as if for baths. Without hesitation he grabbed the bucket, and moved it without difficulty underneath the window. The he climbed up, and studied the room on the other side of the window.
Inside, an adult was tucking in a child. The man was older, had a dark short beard, and from the dress of his clothes, the mayor of the village. The child was a girl, the mayor's daughter Jack assumed. The father seemed to be quite tired, but the little girl, no more than five, was bouncing full of energy. It seemed to take a lot for the dad to calm the girl down into the bed. Jack smiled at this fact. He loved children, especially the naughty ones. This child seemed fit what he liked.
Eventually, the father had the daughter calmed down in bed, and he left the room, closing the door. The room was dark, save for a candle. Jack cursed silently as he noted there was neither thunder nor lightning. There was nothing to spook the child, which disappointed Jack greatly. He loved it when they were scared before he struck. But he was sure his appearance would do just that.
Jack looked around the room and found what he was looking for. Seconds later, from a small dark corner, Jack emerged, lowly and silently so the child wouldn't notice him. While he wasn't sure that the child was asleep, he wanted everything to be perfect. He loved what he did, and when somebody loves what they do, they attempt perfection.
When he was next to the candle, he said a small rhyme he made up. "Jack be silent, but Jack be quick. Jack snuffs out your candle stick." And on the word stick, he grabbed the wick, snuffing out the light. Right afterwards he stick his fingers into his mouth, making sure no burns occurred. Now the room was completely dark. He could hear the little girl sit up in her bed, her breathing heavy.
"Daddy?" she quietly cried out. Suddenly, she could feel a bony hand cover her mouth, another around her neck. A high pitch cackle came from the darkness, and suddenly, the girl felt teeth sinking into her neck, pulling flesh. When it ripped out, she tried to scream, but the hand on her mouth was strong. Suddenly, she felt a liquid flowing through her body. Trying to move, she found she couldn't no matter how hard she tried. Her whole body was paralyzed, from the head down, as a burning sensation went through her whole body.
Jack gave another laugh, as loud as possible. He didn't care if the mayor heard him. He didn't care if the guards heard him. He didn't care if the whole world heard him laughing. The world would know soon enough.
About an hour later, the mayor busted through the door into the room. Behind him, his wife followed, scared by the noises she heard from the bedroom. The noises were like someone eating rather noisily, but the noises stopped when she went to get her husband. When she was going to open the door, a laugh had came from inside. The mayor's hair was messy, like he was in bed recently. He stared at the bloody bed, and nearly fainted, but something on the wall caught his eye. There was writing, in blood, on the wall. What was written made a rhyme, but the blood made it look like something else.
"Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jill fell down, broke her crown, and Jack burst into laughter" the writing said, and just underneath it, like a signature, was written "Bloody Bones", and next to it, a bloody human femur bone, blood dripping from it to the floor.
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