Under The Blade {Sequel to 'In Time'}

Chapter 15; Bloodshed

A/N: I had been planning that plot twist for a while and I was so bloody nervous in earlier chapters when I had seen all of you smart people already figuring my story to pieces! Props to those who guessed it even when I tried to throw you off with the 'daughter' storyline instead!

Anyway this will be the last chapter for this, and I have already told a few of you who have asked that I will be doing a nice epilogue for this, as a change from all the horror and sad stuff :3

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The words still ran over and over in your brain, yet still you found it increasingly hard to comprehend the level of the truth you had just been informed of.

A guilt plagued you; maybe if you had been able to stay with Jacob and have your son; then this monster of a man wouldn't of been created in the troubled mind of an orphaned child.

With not very much direction or clarity you ran about the streets, the only priority being to find Jacob- but of course if you wanted to do that, you had to find where Jack was hiding him.

For a second you actually stopped, the streets seeming to spin around you as you cleared your mind of the fear for a moment and just thought about it.

Jack had wanted Jacob to suffer, he had made that more than clear.

So he wouldn't just take him somewhere, kill him and dump his body- that was nowhere near showy enough for the brutal killer.

Maybe...

Jack had been singled out in his life for his mental health complications- that was indeed playing a big part on the dark heart of the monster within.

So maybe, after this had become the main trigger for his first experiences of suffering; all of the injections, the scary doctors and cold wards, he had wanted to bring this level of suffering unto Jacob to make up for the anguish he experienced as a little boy.

Lambeth Asylum. Something just told you it had to be Lambeth.

Without any further hesitation you followed the strong feeling in your gut, dashing across the foggy streets, cutting across in front of carriages and darting through small clusters of people until you came face to face with the iron gates that even as an adult, drove fear into your heart like a stake.

One could only imagine how it had made Jack feels as just a small boy.

You noticed as you slipped through the rusted iron gates that there were dead policemen littering the floor, as if someone had come through before you and broken down the law's defences. With the sight of dead bodies everywhere you hesitated going into the place; but the need to save Jacob was too strong- and so far the signs all pointed to Jack keeping him in the asylum.

Inside of the building, you were greeted with a beautiful hall, with gorgeous dark oak decor and long draping red curtains- as if the beauty of the main foyer with its tall windows and beautiful, wide, polished oak staircase could fool a person into blindly believing no horrors were ever committed behind the sturdy Wooden doors lining the landing.

The place was eerily silent and it send a chill trickling down the back of your spine, but a moment of listening to closely and you could hear the maniacal laughter from behind the walls.

It was open closer inspection you to realised the doors looked damaged, some open and some half open, as if they had been kicked through.

Footsteps lighter a passing snow flurry, you approached the battered looking door, fingertips tracing the splintered wood. It was then the door swung open again, and one of the inmates leapt forward.