Angel-Faceless

I am Jack's Seething Bitterness.

I look at the new members of fight club and i notice that more and more it's the attractive people, the rich and successful that are showing up. I bet they go home to their perfect, Ikea catalog lives afterwards and tell all their friends about how they were mugged... poor dear their wives will say.

I see thir expensive perfect clothes, perfect hair, thousand dollar accessories and I look past them and see the prettiest and most perfect looking one. He's obviously not rich, or if he is he doesn't spend his money on clothes and jewelery, but he's much to pretty to be able to hold his own in a fight. He proves me wrong though. He wins three out of every four of his fights and that just make me hate him more.

I am Jack's Feral Rage.

After months of watching this perfect blonde adonis I can't take it any more and I challange him. I hit him, again and again, long after he's stopped fighting back and it's not until I realize the only sound is my fists on his flesh that I stop.

I look at what I've done and I'm horrified, but also pleased with myself. He's not perfect any more.

I am Jack's Unreasoning Hatred

He's back a month later and when I see I can't help but be angry that he dared bring back his perfection. This perfection that stirs a need in me similar to what I feel for tyler. But Tyler is ok, because he's Tyler. The most extremely straight guy would let Tyler fuck him if Tyler gave him that look. Angelface has no right to try and be the same.

I expect Tyler to reject him right out of hand when he shows up to join Project Mayham, but Tyler just smirks and gives him that fuck me look before trying the same trick he uses on all the recruits.

"You're too pretty, go home." and in my mind I silently agree with him.

I am Jack's Lustful Jealousy.

I watch Tyler watch Angelface. I see the little looks he sends him. I get off to the sounds of them fucking in the next room. And one day I snap.

I grab Angel by his hair and drag him roughly up the stairs. I force him down on the bed, shred his clothes from his body and with a viscious kiss I take him. I mark him with teeth and hand shaped bruises. I fuck him again and a third time, until his eyes look like shattered sky.

And when he asks me why in a broken voice that's hoarse from screaming, all I can say is "I wanted to destroy something beautiful."

I look at the door where I know Tyler has been watching with his perpetual cigarette and I'm so cool grin.

"Welcome to Project Mayham." He says as he saunters back out.

I am Jack's Smug Satisfaction

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