Heartless

This pasta is written for the Christmas Writing Competitio. Enjoy the pasta and Merry Christmas.

Again and again...
“Why...why do you have to kill? On Christmas? Why?”

The man asked, powerless to fight back. The attacker stared at the man, looking into his eyes as he was reading his thoughts.

“Because, you didn’t give me anything...”

(Few hours ago...)

Jason walked through the city, hoping to find a restaurant with some hams to eat.

“Man, I miss Christmas!”

Suddenly, someone ran pass him with a hood on his head. From the corner of his eye, Jason noticed that the man was holding onto a revolver. Out of curiosity, he decided to follow him.

The man entered a door in the middle of an alleyway. Jason followed in, but what came to his view surprised him for his entire life: there were ten people sitting around the table eating Christmas Ham, and the room was fully decorated. It was a private party! Jason wanted to leave immediately, but someone grabbed him by the shoulder and pinned him onto the wall.

“Who are you? Why and how are you here?”

The man shouted angrily, as if he didn’t want to be interrupted during the meal.

“Hey, listen, I saw one of you carrying a knife, so I decided to follow him, and I’m here. No violence ok?”

The man seemed to be calmer than just now. He released Jason from his grip and showed him around the party. Jason was listening to the man, but he was always staring at the ham in the center of the table.

Finally, after the tour, the man and his friends said goodbye to Jason, but Jason was confused.

“Am I not having the ham with you guys?”

“You don’t have the invitation right? Thus, you won’t be able to join us.”

Jason froze, and grabbed a knife on the table, beginning to execute them all. They screamed in fear, screamed in pain, but Jason didn’t stop, until only one of them remained.

“Why...why do you have to kill? On Christmas? Why?”

The last man asked, powerless to fight back. Jason stared at him, looking into his eyes as he could read his mind.

“Because, I want the ham...”

(Somewhere in a lab...)

“How’s the prisoner doing?”

“Professor, there seems to have a problem with the system. The dialogues are repeating themselves, but different every time.”

“Fix that problem immediately. He’s our only connection with the “real” world. We have to somehow reach there before it’s too late.”

The professor left the blocky room, leaving the scientist in the room with a pod containing an unconscious serial killer.