The Antagonist

5:30am, the alarm clock on the side table goes off with a chirpy yet an annoying tune. His eyes covered with his long black locks starts to open and his hand tucked under his head on the pillow now reaches out towards the beeping clock and hammers the snooze button. He rolls on his bed so that his back faces the vexatious tattler. At that moment he hears his name being called out from the living room , ” Jack… Jack.. Its time to wake up. We are getting late “, she says so in a soft yet raising voice, approaching towards the room. She enters the room and remove the blanket covering his feet. The cold making his toes curl and he finally wake up groaning and looking at the woman standing at the side of his bed , blonde with her hair tied in a neat bun, the deep blue eyes fixated on him and an eyebrow quirked, the lipstick red neatly done on the thin petal lips. He finally raises up from the bed and pulls the woman dressed in her sharp formals on his lap and rests his hand on her thighs smiling at her with eyes only partially lit. “Whats the hurry we still have two hours to be there?” he inquired and wraps his strong arms around her frame closing his eyes yet again. She replies placing a peck on his lips  ” Well you still need to get ready. So why don’t you hop in the shower while I fix us some breakfast ” . His eyes fixed on the spark in her eyes and the painted lips curled in a soft smile for a moment then he nods and pats her bottom lightly and helps her off his lap, standing up and making his way to the bathroom. He enters the washroom, a confined space with walls of mosaic and the marble flooring cold to his feet. He gazes in the mirror for a moment and his hand reaches to scruff his stubble. The eyes constantly gazing at his own reflection. He tilts his head and notices the reflection suddenly seems to have a blur effect, his eyes narrows trying to focus on the change only to observe the brown of his eyes he gazed on turned to a solid black stone in his reflection. Shocked for a moment he steps back and the mirror shatters before his own eyes, and the glass flew in his direction piercing his bare chest and pushing him back towards the entrance door. Laying against the wooden door his eyes finally starts to open as he hears a shrieking sound of agony coming from the kitchen downstairs. He shakes his head and stands up to realize it was the sound of his beloved screaming for help. Hurrying up on his feet he flung the door open hastily and rushes out with bare feet bleeding by the shards of glass he stepped on his way out. Following the voice he rushes to the kitchen where he sees his girl sobbing with a blood stained face and a knife laying next to her on the floor. Her hands covering the face which bleed concealing the cut across her cheek. Her sapphire eyes looks in his direction then widens and screams “NO!.. Jack behind..” her words interrupted when a baseball bat swung against the head of the worried man and the dark figure smashes his skull from behind, which still bled from his earlier encounter. He falls flat on the marble flooring unconscious at the reach of her curled toes and she completes the sentence in a shock “you..”. The figure appearing from the shadows still holding the blood stained bat, A man dressed in a neat Victorian clothing, and a rog covering his face. The eyes brown with endless depth in them and the long black hair neatly tied in a pony. His eyes flies from the man at the base of his wingtips up towards her, as he stared in silence while the bat hung, dripping on the marble floor.