He never thought of himself as a killer. Nor insane. He didn't think of himself as human either, thus, he never thought he was a cannibal. He didn't know what he was, and sometimes, after a good meal consisting of organs, he'd think about it. What he was while he slumped against a tree in the forest. He didn't kill his victims, the loss of organs did. He wasn't insane, he didn't laugh maniacally or get excited at the sight of blood. He knew he wasn't human. Humans have eyes. There blood is red, not black, and there skin isn't grey/blue. And if he isn't human, he isn't a cannibal, because he isn't eating his own kind. He never felt feelings. He was never happy nor sad. He didn't get lonely, or upset. He stayed mutual. He only felt curiosity. Curious to know what he was. Curious as to why he is different. Why he ate organs, and why people call him a murderer or a monster.
Is that what he is? A monster?
He didn't understand. He eats organs and gets called a monster, but greedy, people, who destroy the world by building up more of there population, getting rid of nature, hurting each other, selfish freaks, are not!? If anything, it should be the other way around. He should be the human, they be the monsters.
But, there is this other person...
He never felt more human in his life.
He didn't want this persons organs, no. He got a feeling. A feeling he's never got before. One that warmed the heart he never knew he had. A feeling that turned His cheeks black, in an inky blush, since his blood wasn't red. He couldn't explain the feelings swimming through his veins. He imagined holding the human in his grey arms, running his fingers through their (hair color) hair, like what he's seen humans do to each other. Every time he's seen someone do such actions, they always say these words, 'I love you' though he never understand what they meant. He never dwelled on the thought of what it meant, his only goal was to take there organs and go on with his life, repeating the same goal like a human does with work. The only thing Jack could do for the pass few days was follow and watch this person from the shadows. They were interesting in his opinion. He's learned new things by just watching from the window to there bedroom. Every time he heard the sweet melody of their voice, he finds himself letting out a sigh, a smile gracing his lips. He never knew such a small action could feel so good. Oh, how he wanted to just go up and tell them he loved them. Even though he didn't have a clue what it meant, he just knew it meant something positive.
What's holding him back?
So how about you go tell them Jack?
It was night. Jack's favorite time. He was walking down the hallway leading to the bedroom which held a wonderful person in it. He felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted it to stop. He almost stabbed it out awhile ago, but remembered how his victims died. He didn't know if it would happen to him, but he didn't want to take the chances. He still had to tell this person he loved them. He opened the door carefully, watching the (hair color) haired (Male/Female) peacefully sleep. Chest rising and falling in a silent manner. a small smile, that almost was unnoticeable was played onto there lips. It made him smile at the sight of it. He was now hovering over them, standing beside the bed, his shadow casting over them as he stood in the way of the moonlight that lit the room a slight bit. He watched, as if in a trance, as they slept, prancing in a world only seen to them. He let out a breathy sigh, absorbing the moment of how close he was to this piece of perfection. He froze. They were stirring. The moved, laying on their back as they rubbed their forearm over there forehead, a yawn escaping there lips. Their (eye color) eyes were half-lidded, but snapped open completely once they made eye contact with the black sockets of a blue mask Jack wore. They bolted up, a gasp leaving there lips, and they froze in fear at the sight of such an odd looking man.
They didn't scream, just watched him, as he watched them. He almost forgot what he was hear for. Well, no point in waiting. Don't want to be caught.
"I love you."