Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25574361-20141024021245

I had an above normal life. Well, I preferred to think of it as a good life. It really wasn’t. When I was a kid my family was always fighting… for me… My dad and mom had a falling out, and I went to my mom. She didn’t have enough money to take care of me so she looked for help. She found my grandmother, on my dad’s side of the family, to help me. She took me in like a child. It was only supposed to be temporary, but it wasn’t. I’ve lived with her since I was three… I’m fifteen now. My grandmother was really mean, however, my grandfather is supper nice so he made up for it. So enough of my life story let’s get on with the story of how I became me… how I became The Jack of all Trades.



It was Monday morning. My alarm on my phone went off.

“I’m starting to hate this alarm…” I mumble. I sat up in my bed. My two dogs, which were sleeping with me in my small twin bed with me, hardly moved. It was too early for them to care. It was 5:30 A.M. I got out of bed, and went to my dresser. I get out my clothes out, and took my shower. Why am I telling you this? You want to hear the interesting stuff, right? I’ll skip ahead.

I got to school. Sat down at the table with all my friends. We had casual conversation like always. Then the intercom echoed. The whole table was in shock with what it said. It said, “We are sad to inform you that Shay Herby is no longer with us… It looks like he committed suicide.” The person on the intercom, Principal Harly, sounded… shaky. I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t a sad shaky it was something else…

“Something’s wrong…” I mumble.

“What do you mean?” Jake barely mumbled out.

“Shay was too happy…and did you hear Harly? She was shaken, but it wasn’t sad it was…fear.”



It was now lunch time. I sat by myself, rather than sit with my friends. I had my hoo- Oh yeah you don’t know what I was wearing. It was a black hoodie, blue jeans, and my green convers. So now back to the story. I had my hood on. I was thinking. I was wondering who could of hurt Shay. I was thinking if he had any enemies…none… All of a sudden, a fight broke out. It was at my friend’s table. I quickly run over. The quarter-back of the football team, Tony, was beating up on Jake. I run through the crowd around them. I shove of Tony, and knee down towards Jake.

“Are you okay?” I say. I was thrown onto the table my friends were sitting at. Tony started to walk towards me. When he got close I kicked him in the face. A small bit of blood fell to the floor .I got a weird feeling… I couldn’t describe at the time so I ignored it. I put my hands into my hoodie pocket. I grabbed a thumb tack that I shoved into a hollowed out pencil, that I made myself. It gave a normal thumb tack extra range. I pull it out. Toby looked at it confused at the weird weapon. That’s what I needed…a time to strike. I thrust my homemade weapon in to this shoulder. He gave a small shout, and trough a punch, I ducked. His punch hit a different target. He hit principle Harly. She staggered back a bit. This made Toby freeze. I quickly dismantled my weapon behind my back. Ms. Harly gave me a look….a sadden look. This confused me, but I ignored this too. Now let’s skip the trip to the principal office.

As me and Toby walked out of the office, he says to me, “You…me…the city park…” Let me say I live in New York so the city park thing makes sense. Now back to the story. “…four o’clock…” Then he walked off into a hallway to the left of the office. Stupidly, I was going to the fight. Now let’s skip ahead a bit.



I was now on my way home when I get it by a large rock in the knee. I let out a grunt. I looked down to see a note attached to it. I picked it up. The note read: I did it. Come and get me… I was right! Something was up with Shay’s death. My anger starts to out way my victorious feeling of being right. I throw the rock as hard as I could. When I calmed down, I started to think. This person knows what they’re doing, I thought. They knew I would do almost anything for a friend, they knew that I would catch Principal Harley’s voice over the intercom, they knew I would take this as a challenge, and they knew that I loved a good challenge. I also thought, do schools even announce a “suicide”? I stopped thinking about it because it was almost five. I started towards the city park.



When I got there people were running away and screaming. Because I’m crazy I run towards what ever happened. When I got there I was shocked. Toby’s body lied dead on the ground. In his neck was my homemade weapon. I checked my hoodie pocket to see if it was still there. It was gone! I run over to Toby’s body. I grab my weapon. There was a note attached to it. It read: Do it. You know you want to. 2567 Ann ST. Do what, I thought. I looked down at Toby’s body. I got that feeling I got back at the school. I heard sirens… Police sirens. I knew would be blamed so I ran.

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<p class="MsoNormal">I ran back to my apartment. My grandmother waved at me, but I ignored her. I went into my room. I got out the piece of paper. 2567 Ann Street… I hoped this is where the true killer was. I waited until everyone in my apartment was asleep to sneak out. I grabbed a knife before I left the house. I put 2567 Ann ST. into my phone.

<p class="MsoNormal">I got there at 11:35-ish, I can’t remember it. It was an old abandon house. I took out my knife, and went inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Welcome…Jack. Welcome to my home. I hope you find it…cozy,” A raspy voice said within the darkness.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I have a knife!” I shouted into the dark. I was starting to regret my decision, but Shay popped into my head. The sudden want for revenge kept me going.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes….yes I know,” the raspy voice replied.

<p class="MsoNormal">The farther I got into the house the weirder it got. There were pictures on the walls of people. Just normal people. They didn’t look connected. The only thing they had in common was a page cut out from a paper…it was a death report, and each picture had a read X over it. I looked at it hopping it wasn’t blood.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So you’ve found my wall of victims… Do you like?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Like? Why in the world why I like this?! It’s sick!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hey… it’s not like I was killing people for no reason…. They were all bad people…. And I gave them a trade… “

<p class="MsoNormal">“A trade?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sorta like a deal…. They stop doing the bad things they were doing…and I let them live…I gave them a week to stop….if they didn’t….well…let’s just say… they added nicely to my wall…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The short breaths he took in-between his phrases made them worse. There was thunder. It had started to rain.

<p class="MsoNormal">“But, sadly… I’m getting old…. I need a young man that will take my place….I’ve chosen you…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You want me to kill?!” The voice was getting closer each time. I turned into what looked like a kitchen. I saw something I couldn’t believe. It was Jake (No not from State Farm). He was hog-tied and gaged.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kill him…” The raspy voice sounded like it was in the door frame in-between the hallway and the kitchen.

<p class="MsoNormal">“NEVER!” I shouted. I swung my knife where I thought the raspy voice was coming from. There was a slight shout and the voiced cussed. I looked back at the knife. There was blood. I got the feeling again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s naughty language mister…” I said, as I a smile on my face. The feeling took complete control over me. It felt like my senses got better, and it felt like I got a sixth sense…I felt like I could smell fear. The raspy voiced man wasn’t very afraid or my sixth sense wasn’t that good yet. I thrusted my knife to where I smelt the fear. There was a loud yelp.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I didn’t want to do this…” His voice came from the dark. I don’t know if this was the feeling or instinct, but I moved to the left. I felt a blade barley cut my arm. I started to laugh like a mad man (I think I was at this point.)

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’ve lost your touch old man!” I shout. I move to the right this time, and swipe my leg towards the smell of fear. His blade misses ant I trip him. He landed on the ground with a thump. There was a flash of lightning. I saw the man with the raspy voice for only a split second. I wasn’t paying enough attention to see what he looked like, but I saw his face. His face was in horror. He was not expecting his “Chosen One” to do this. I stabbed him in the back. He was still moving. I got bored of the knife so I threw it on the floor. The man tried to grab it but I kicked it away. I pulled my homemade weapon out of my hoodie. I kneed down, and waited for a flash of lightning. When there was one I showed it to the man.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Remember this?” I say. I stab it into his face. He shouted.

<p class="MsoNormal">He muttered, “That’s what started it all…”

<p class="MsoNormal">In a difference of shock and anger I just stayed still.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s why I started fallowing you…if you were going to take my place of The Jack of all Trades, you needed to be able to make and….kill someone with something like it… And you basically have killed me… Good job Jack….or should I say… The Jack of all Trades…”

<p class="MsoNormal">With those last words uttered I got out of my shocked stated. I shook my head. When I saw what I became I fell backwards onto the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What have I become?” I said to myself.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’ve become The Jack of all Trades,” I also said. I was now talking to myself.

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, I’m just Jack!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look at you… You’ve nearly killed this man and you were going to kill Toby.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I will say he were much easier than you where…” The man said.

<p class="MsoNormal">“STUT UP!” I shouted…well I think it was the real me.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can’t you see we’re talking?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“And poor Shay…Just a small pawn in my game…” The man grinned.

<p class="MsoNormal">The feeling took over again. I stabbed him in the eye. He screamed in pain. I left my homemade weapon in his eye. I leaned over and grabbed the knife. I stabbed him in the back. He screamed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You shouldn’t flatter you weren’t even a player…..in MY game. You were prey!”  I say. My voice had sounded…morphed. It was a more raspy voice. I didn’t care at the moment. As the man lied on the floor, struggling for life, I looked at Jake his face was with horror. I walk towards him. I kneed down in front of him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t say a word about this…please…” I said. My voice was back to normal. I looked at the man. He was dead…finally. Sticking out of his pocket was a note. I got it out and read it.

<p class="MsoNormal"> R.I,P: The third Jack of all Trades. Jack, if you’re reading this you’ve probably killed me. Congrats, you are now The Jack of all Trades. There is a closet with a black hoodie, a long overcoat, and a black morphsuit. That’s the basic outfit for the Jacks. There should also be a box of all jack cards and a red sharpie. Leave them at your victim’s body’s saying what they did. The card is also the signal of the Jacks. Have fun! ~the third Jack

<p class="MsoNormal">I don’t know what made me go to the closet, but I did. I got all the stuff. I got out the box of jack cards and the read sharpie. I wrote on it: The Jack of all Trades. The third Jack. Murder. I stuck it in his hair. I called the cops. I got the knife and my homemade weapon… I really need a name for that…But on with the story… before I left the house I turned to my friend Jake and put my finger over my lips. I then ran off into the night. That’s how I became me…

<p class="MsoNormal">The man I was talking to was still frozen in fear.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Matt, dude, you ask me who I am and you don’t even clap when I’m done telling my story. That’s just bad,” I said. I was sitting in a chair that I pulled up beside Matt’s bed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Alright you know the…trade… you did the thing to another girl… a 24 year old man reduced to that. That’s terrible…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Matt tried to throw a punched but missed. I swung my small ax, my weapon of choice for this, into his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Matt…I thought you were better than this.”  He mumbled a curse word.

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