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Snakeman-Jack part 1

For over twenty years, a madman going by the name of “Snakeman-Jack” has been on the loose. No one knows who he is, or why he does what he does- but everyone knows one thing. He only comes after you, if you have sex. Thats a twisted reason to kill someone, I know; not at all a good reason to rip people guts out and slit their throats. Granted, reasoning means nothing to a psychopath.

As you can guess, growing up in the hunting territory of such a madman has made a lot of people, including me, strive to avoid giving the killer a reason to pay us a visit. Meaning that I've remained “Abstinent” since puberty-so, about seven years now. Some of my friends however, have not been so easily deterred from the pleasures of the flesh. Actually, these friends of mine have something of a sick fascination with the killer. I can recall a number of incidents in the cafeteria where I was forced to sit through their crazed debates regarding the infamous “Snakeman-Jack”.

Some of these debates were over how he came to be a killer- more importantly, why his targets went from rapists and criminals to innocent people looking for a little romantic interaction. Yes, thats right- Snakeman-Jack's original targets were rapists, then he moved his attention to criminals, and now he hunts only sexually active couples. Thinking along the lines of how he started out, its hard to figure out what all of these groups have in common aside from the act of sex. But, sex itself couldn't possibly be this guy's only reason for killing people- I've brought this reasoning up a number of times when I found myself inadvertently being pulled into my friends heated debates.

Of course, when I brought that up, my best friend Lilly would bring up the way that Snakeman-Jack killed his victims. Particularly, how he did away with men. Since no one is able to properly determine the order in which the actions happen, we just prefer to list them in the order that would cause the victims the most suffering. As far as that goes, my friends and I have all come to agree that Snakeman-Jack rapes his victims first, and then he kills him. We also strongly agree that the women are killed before the men, seeing as women tend to scream louder, and that the madman's first few victims were all men. Other reasoning for this is that the women are killed much faster than the men, as in Snakeman-Jack doesn't make them suffer as long as his male victims.

The women were only raped, and then they had their throats slit. What I find odd is that semen samples have never been found in the mouths or the stomachs of the women- only in their vaginal tracts. Another strange thing is that the quantities of semen found inside the women is much less than that found in the men. When these facts are brought up, one of my male friends- Lilly's sex buddy, Neil always cracks a joke saying that Snakeman-Jack is actually gay. And even though I know Neil only means that as a joke, I can't help but feel that he may be right. I mean, this sociopath spends much more time having sex with his male victims than he does the female- so I can't help but feel that as far as sexuality goes, he's gotta be gay. If not that, then I have no idea why he'd be acting the way he does.

Then my favorite topic on the matter pops up- the snakebites. All of Snakeman-Jack's male victims are found with snakebites on their hands and faces, and not just any kind of snakebites- Burmese python snakebites. A big one at that- the teeth marks went along the entire surface of the face. My friends never let me keep the debate on this topic long enough to get any real opinions from them, they didn't really seem to think that Snakeman-Jack's pet was of equal importance to the killer himself- but thats where our opinions differed. The fact of the matter is, that if the police were to spend their time looking for the snake, rather than the killer, it'd be much easier for them to find him. Not a lot of people owned snakes, yet alone the man eating serpent known as a Burmese python. So as far as I can tell, looking for the snake would greatly increase their chances of actually catching this madman.

From there the conversation always turns to what people think this guy actually looks like. One of my friends, Jesse, thinks that he's some huge buff guy with a snake tattoo and deformed hands. Her reasoning for this is that Snakeman-Jack supposedly rips the insides out of his male victims with his bare hands- but personally, I don't think that can be the case. Some police records have shown traces of metal in the tissue surrounding the victims wounds- copper to be specific. So, I highly doubt this guy's been killing people barehanded- there must be a weapon. How else would he be slitting their throats? With his super long fingernails? Yeah, I don't think so.

Well, in any case, our usual debate at school today ended unexpectedly early because of a surprise assembly. Apparently one of our school's teachers and he husband were found dead last night. So, the administration took it upon themselves to warn all of us about the dangers of our town. We were told all the usual bullshit. Don't travel alone at night, carry some means of protection, always call friends and family in advance to let them know where you are and what your doing. The only thing those dumb-asses didn't bring up was to not have sex- what a bunch of complete idiots. This guy wasn't targeting loners- he went for groups of two or more, and only people who were sexually active. That information probably would have been more helpful than the bullshit that the principle had spat in our faces for two and a half hours. Honestly, I'm only seventeen and I know more about this sociopath than most of the adults I know.

So now, I sit alone in one of the front seats of the bus on my way home- none of my friends live along my bus route, so I have no one to associate with during the ride. I'm not particularly looking forward to getting home. My parents run the welcoming committee, and it just so happens that someone just moved to our town. Well, he moved to the border of out town at least. Whoever this guy is, he bought this rundown old house in the woods about twelve miles out of town. From what I know, he's spent the past six months fixing it up and making it livable, and now that he's all settled in, he's coming over to my house for dinner tonight. To make matters worse, my parents expect me to show him around town because they've got other things to do after dinner. I'll probably be out with this guy all night because my parents seem to think that sending me out with some random stranger is safer than keeping me at home and locking me in my room. Ah well, you can't pick your family- I just hope that this guy knows how to keep his hands to himself.

“See ya Monday Sophie.” The bus-driver said calmly to me as I exited the bus, four or five other kids I didn't really know getting off right after me. Much to my dismay, as soon as I got off the bus I spotted some piece of shit run down old white pickup truck in my parents driveway- our guest had arrive much earlier than I had anticipated. Sighing, I strode over to my front door and hastily walked inside, half expecting to find some sixty year old fart to be sitting on my couch- to my surprise, thats not what I found. Our guest was a man around my age, maybe a few years older. He had messy dark brown hair that almost looked back, and deep, beautiful brown eyes. Strange though, at first glance, I could've sworn his eyes were gold. On another interesting note, his skin was a lot paler than what you'd expect from someone living out in the forest.

“Oh, welcome home Sophie, your just in time to meet our guest!” My mother boomed as soon as she spotted me standing in the doorway, she wasted no time dragging me all the way inside and pushing me to stand in front of the man that I'd be stuck with for quite some time later.
“Sophie, don't be rude, introduce yourself..!” My mother whispered harshly in my ear when I didn't immediately extend my hand to say hello. Not that it mattered, once I was in front of the strange man he rose from his place on the couch to introduce himself.

“Hello, you must be Sophie. I'm Leon, its a pleasure to meet you.” The man, Leon said with a large and friendly smile as he extended his hand? OK, this was freaky- he was wearing metal gloves or something, so, I could help but just stand there and stare at him like an idiot. As soon as he noticed my awkward gaze, Leon chuckled a little bit and held his palm up for me to get a better view.
“I got my hands caught on fire when I was wearing these, so, now I can't take them off...” He said with a devious smile as he wiggled his fingers a bit- the metal scraped against itself and made a quiet scraping noise. It wasn't loud enough to hurt my ears, but it was a little annoying. Something was off though, I didn't like the smile he gave me- I almost felt like he was lying. I didn't bother to bring it up for fear of pissing my mother off, so I hesitantly reached up and took Leon's hand to shake he. For some reason, he decided to take it a step further into the awkward zone. He pulled my hand up to his face, and kissed it- his eyes were locked with mine the entire time. Alright, this guy was definitely more of a creep than he was letting on to be.

I withdrew my hand the instant he let it go, making sure to wipe it on the back of my shirt for fear of catching whatever personality defect this guy was trying to hide. My mother noticed what I did, so she swiftly excused the two of us from the room and dragged me into the kitchen. Where she proceeded to give me the lecture of a lifetime. Not that I cared though, I was more focused on the look that Leon had had in his eyes- I felt as if he'd been trying to seduce me...

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Snakeman-Jack part 1

For over twenty years, a madman going by the name of “Snakeman-Jack” has been on the loose. No one knows who he is, or why he does what he does- but everyone knows one thing. He only comes after you, if you have sex. Thats a twisted reason to kill someone, I know; not at all a good reason to rip people guts out and slit their throats. Granted, reasoning means nothing to a psychopath.

As you can guess, growing up in the hunting territory of such a madman has made a lot of people, including me, strive to avoid giving the killer a reason to pay us a visit. Meaning that I've remained “Abstinent” since puberty-so, about seven years now. Some of my friends however, have not been so easily deterred from the pleasures of the flesh. Actually, these friends of mine have something of a sick fascination with the killer. I can recall a number of incidents in the cafeteria where I was forced to sit through their crazed debates regarding the infamous “Snakeman-Jack”.

Some of these debates were over how he came to be a killer- more importantly, why his targets went from rapists and criminals to innocent people looking for a little romantic interaction. Yes, thats right- Snakeman-Jack's original targets were rapists, then he moved his attention to criminals, and now he hunts only sexually active couples. Thinking along the lines of how he started out, its hard to figure out what all of these groups have in common aside from the act of sex. But, sex itself couldn't possibly be this guy's only reason for killing people- I've brought this reasoning up a number of times when I found myself inadvertently being pulled into my friends heated debates.

Of course, when I brought that up, my best friend Lilly would bring up the way that Snakeman-Jack killed his victims. Particularly, how he did away with men. Since no one is able to properly determine the order in which the actions happen, we just prefer to list them in the order that would cause the victims the most suffering. As far as that goes, my friends and I have all come to agree that Snakeman-Jack rapes his victims first, and then he kills him. We also strongly agree that the women are killed before the men, seeing as women tend to scream louder, and that the madman's first few victims were all men. Other reasoning for this is that the women are killed much faster than the men, as in Snakeman-Jack doesn't make them suffer as long as his male victims.

The women were only raped, and then they had their throats slit. What I find odd is that semen samples have never been found in the mouths or the stomachs of the women- only in their vaginal tracts. Another strange thing is that the quantities of semen found inside the women is much less than that found in the men. When these facts are brought up, one of my male friends- Lilly's sex buddy, Neil always cracks a joke saying that Snakeman-Jack is actually gay. And even though I know Neil only means that as a joke, I can't help but feel that he may be right. I mean, this sociopath spends much more time having sex with his male victims than he does the female- so I can't help but feel that as far as sexuality goes, he's gotta be gay. If not that, then I have no idea why he'd be acting the way he does.

Then my favorite topic on the matter pops up- the snakebites. All of Snakeman-Jack's male victims are found with snakebites on their hands and faces, and not just any kind of snakebites- Burmese python snakebites. A big one at that- the teeth marks went along the entire surface of the face. My friends never let me keep the debate on this topic long enough to get any real opinions from them, they didn't really seem to think that Snakeman-Jack's pet was of equal importance to the killer himself- but thats where our opinions differed. The fact of the matter is, that if the police were to spend their time looking for the snake, rather than the killer, it'd be much easier for them to find him. Not a lot of people owned snakes, yet alone the man eating serpent known as a Burmese python. So as far as I can tell, looking for the snake would greatly increase their chances of actually catching this madman.

From there the conversation always turns to what people think this guy actually looks like. One of my friends, Jesse, thinks that he's some huge buff guy with a snake tattoo and deformed hands. Her reasoning for this is that Snakeman-Jack supposedly rips the insides out of his male victims with his bare hands- but personally, I don't think that can be the case. Some police records have shown traces of metal in the tissue surrounding the victims wounds- copper to be specific. So, I highly doubt this guy's been killing people barehanded- there must be a weapon. How else would he be slitting their throats? With his super long fingernails? Yeah, I don't think so.

Well, in any case, our usual debate at school today ended unexpectedly early because of a surprise assembly. Apparently one of our school's teachers and he husband were found dead last night. So, the administration took it upon themselves to warn all of us about the dangers of our town. We were told all the usual bullshit. Don't travel alone at night, carry some means of protection, always call friends and family in advance to let them know where you are and what your doing. The only thing those dumb-asses didn't bring up was to not have sex- what a bunch of complete idiots. This guy wasn't targeting loners- he went for groups of two or more, and only people who were sexually active. That information probably would have been more helpful than the bullshit that the principle had spat in our faces for two and a half hours. Honestly, I'm only seventeen and I know more about this sociopath than most of the adults I know.

So now, I sit alone in one of the front seats of the bus on my way home- none of my friends live along my bus route, so I have no one to associate with during the ride. I'm not particularly looking forward to getting home. My parents run the welcoming committee, and it just so happens that someone just moved to our town. Well, he moved to the border of out town at least. Whoever this guy is, he bought this rundown old house in the woods about twelve miles out of town. From what I know, he's spent the past six months fixing it up and making it livable, and now that he's all settled in, he's coming over to my house for dinner tonight. To make matters worse, my parents expect me to show him around town because they've got other things to do after dinner. I'll probably be out with this guy all night because my parents seem to think that sending me out with some random stranger is safer than keeping me at home and locking me in my room. Ah well, you can't pick your family- I just hope that this guy knows how to keep his hands to himself.

“See ya Monday Sophie.” The bus-driver said calmly to me as I exited the bus, four or five other kids I didn't really know getting off right after me. Much to my dismay, as soon as I got off the bus I spotted some piece of shit run down old white pickup truck in my parents driveway- our guest had arrive much earlier than I had anticipated. Sighing, I strode over to my front door and hastily walked inside, half expecting to find some sixty year old fart to be sitting on my couch- to my surprise, thats not what I found. Our guest was a man around my age, maybe a few years older. He had messy dark brown hair that almost looked back, and deep, beautiful brown eyes. Strange though, at first glance, I could've sworn his eyes were gold. On another interesting note, his skin was a lot paler than what you'd expect from someone living out in the forest.

“Oh, welcome home Sophie, your just in time to meet our guest!” My mother boomed as soon as she spotted me standing in the doorway, she wasted no time dragging me all the way inside and pushing me to stand in front of the man that I'd be stuck with for quite some time later.
“Sophie, don't be rude, introduce yourself..!” My mother whispered harshly in my ear when I didn't immediately extend my hand to say hello. Not that it mattered, once I was in front of the strange man he rose from his place on the couch to introduce himself.

“Hello, you must be Sophie. I'm Leon, its a pleasure to meet you.” The man, Leon said with a large and friendly smile as he extended his hand? OK, this was freaky- he was wearing metal gloves or something, so, I could help but just stand there and stare at him like an idiot. As soon as he noticed my awkward gaze, Leon chuckled a little bit and held his palm up for me to get a better view.
“I got my hands caught on fire when I was wearing these, so, now I can't take them off...” He said with a devious smile as he wiggled his fingers a bit- the metal scraped against itself and made a quiet scraping noise. It wasn't loud enough to hurt my ears, but it was a little annoying. Something was off though, I didn't like the smile he gave me- I almost felt like he was lying. I didn't bother to bring it up for fear of pissing my mother off, so I hesitantly reached up and took Leon's hand to shake he. For some reason, he decided to take it a step further into the awkward zone. He pulled my hand up to his face, and kissed it- his eyes were locked with mine the entire time. Alright, this guy was definitely more of a creep than he was letting on to be.

I withdrew my hand the instant he let it go, making sure to wipe it on the back of my shirt for fear of catching whatever personality defect this guy was trying to hide. My mother noticed what I did, so she swiftly excused the two of us from the room and dragged me into the kitchen. Where she proceeded to give me the lecture of a lifetime. Not that I cared though, I was more focused on the look that Leon had had in his eyes- I felt as if he'd been trying to seduce me...