Jack had never been a man of ambition. He never knew his parents, having been handed over to an orphanage the day that he was born. He had no surname, well he had one, but it was not his.
Orphanages were meant to be places suitable for children to grow into, but the one he was raised in was the farthest thing from a child-friendly place he knew. The workers themselves were drug dealers and often forced the children that were put into their care to go out and deliver the drugs to their customers.
Despite growing and going though puberty, the children were never fed properly. Oftentimes they were given just porridge, rice and a mushroom soup for breakfast lunch and dinner. On every rare occasions, they could also get their hands on the remainders of the meat that their workers feasted on daily.
Thankfully one day when he was sixteen, the local authorities were made aware of the illegalities that were taking place in that horrendous place. The workers were all arrested and the children transported to other orphanages. This was when Jack took the opportunity to run away, he was not going to put his life in the hands of others again.
Unfortunately for him, he was not yet ready to be thrown into society. No financial literacy, no social skills, no national insurance number, he just could not live independently, at least legally. With no other choice, he started stealing. But he had a code, he only stole from those that looked well off.
For two years he lived on the streets, having experienced being stabbed, using drugs, but one thing he never did was fall in love.
One night on Christmas, when he was out dealing drugs, he experienced love at first sight, for the first time in his life. She was beautiful.
She had black and luscious hair, accompanied with blue eyes and a fair skin. Jack experience many hardships in his life, but the hardest one by far was building up her courage to go and talk to her. Expecting to get shot down straight away, he was pleasantly surprised that she also seemed interested in him.
One thing led to another, and a couple years later they had a child. A daughter.
The couple weeks where they lived together as a family, looking after their little offspring was some of the best days in his life.
One day unfortunately, some of his past enemies broke in to try and kill Jack. Fortunately that day he was outside with his daughter. Unfortunately, his wife was still home.
When he went back home, he saw that the door lock was broken. He left his daughter to the neighbours and went back inside, knife in hand. He ran straight upstairs to his bedroom to check on his wife, and he did see his wife, just not alive.
Whoever broke in tied her to a chair, and tortured her.
She had no more nails on her fingers and toes. Her hair was ripped of her scalp, with the remains and bits of skins left on the floor. All her teeth were missing, and that was not even the worst part.
The worst horror was that she did not have any organs left except for her skin, and even that was not intact. Her eyes were taken, her abdomen was open. Jack did not need to check that nothing was left in there. He dropped to his knees, looking at the hollow corpse of his wife. Taped to the top of her now bald head was a piece of paper with a message.
'You know you deserved it.' with smiling faces drawn next to it.
Jack called his neighbours and asked them to look after Lily for a couple more hours. Right after he called some of his old 'mates' to meet him by a warehouse. This warehouse was the location of the gang that killed Lily's mother. There was only one organisation that wanted him and whoever he associated with dead.
Waiting for his metes in the dead of the night, Jack stayed in his car outside the warehouse, well hidden from any window and entrance. A couple cars parked by his and his mates jumped out of them.
They said something to Jack, but he was in no state to listen. Without paying attention to what they said, he told them in a stern tone, "Let's go in."
They broke through the entrance, and behind it a couple of enemy gangsters were startled. Before they could even rush to them and stab them, one of Jack's mates aimed his shotgun and shot them all down. It was hard to possess a firearm in the UK, but every single on of them had at least a pistol on their person. The shots were loud, so the rest of the opps must already know what's happening.
"Split up."
Jack and two more guys went upstairs where three were met by more opposition, and again, all of them were shot down. They went out up again, and shot more people. It did not matter who they killed, as long as they weren't the boss. Oh he is going to suffer a lot worse than his underlings.
After twenty minutes of shots echoing down the halls of the abandoned warehouse, Jack finally reached the boss who was already tied to a chair by his mates.
"PLEASE I'M SORRY!"
He was pleading for his life, and honestly Jack could not care less. He kept screaming and shaking, but Jack paid no attention. He was going to make him suffer.
He was done with him, but now it was his mates' turn. And God knows they were a lot more brutal than him. Jack knew the boss wouldn't be alive for long.