Words: Reflection and Mug

Turning over the engine in his 1930s ford jack put his foot on the accelerator and drove to his apartment. After a long day working and planning out numerous organised crimes as he had just become a made member of Valhalla he was exhausted but becoming a made member and running organised crimes he had a lot of heat on him right now he never liked the sneaky approach in any aspect of life, that's just creepy. Jack parked his car outside his apartment and headed in walking passed the main desk and going to the elevator jack pulled out a cigarette from his pocket lit it with a match and took a drag as he stepped into the elevator, cigarette in mouth he pulled his gun and out checked out his reflection in the elevators mirror he smiled as he still couldn't quite believe he had became a made member of Valhalla he owed everything to Aramis for picking him up when he was a low level petty thief, as he thought to himself he realised that these last two weeks of his life had been the best two weeks ever and things were only going to get better from here.

Stepping out he headed to his apartment leaving to elevator music playing along to itself, jack got his keys out of his jacket pocket and then he took his jacket off and hung it over his arm he had to walk a couple of minutes to his apartment as it was in the far corner of the building but he didn't mind he had build up some stamina chasing down low life's who tried to grab his pockets, he had to chase and put a beating on them now he was a made man he couldn't take disrespect like that. Approaching his apartment door jack noticed that the door was opened ajar so he reached into the back of his trousers to pull out his gun, carefully he poked the gun through the door and then suddenly his hand was slammed in the door by someone on the other side shaking off the pain he clenched his fists and burst through the door and kicked the gun that landed on the floor to the other side of the room he punched the intruder and then the attacker stumbled to the floor so jack reached over to the counter in his kitchen and picked up his stainless steel mug as it was the only thing close to him and proceeded to smash it into the guys face, blood pissing, bones crunching against the metal and the shallow breath of the man that had broken into his apartment jack stood up and reached for the gun and a pillow smothering the guys face then jack finished him with a gunshot in between the eyes.

Jack walked into his bathroom and he looked in the mirror at himself. It was a reflection of him but he didn't recognise himself; he had just beaten a man to death with a mug.