Carnivorous

Jack was Jacques' "favourite pet'. In reality, his only pet. Or rather, his only surviving pet. Jacques' pets always seemed to die under mysterious circumstances and, more often than not, appeared in a suspicious-looking dish.
  The neighbourhood dogs all knew about Jacques' disgusting ways. Quincy, an older canine, advised Jack to take off running and never come back at the first chance from his home. According to this wise old mutt, Jacques was an insane person. Who was in a way, a child sadist. A murderer. Nothing but a cold-blooded murder. A torturer of the damned. If a demon could take human form, Quincy warned, it would be Jacques.
  But as everyone knows, dogs, once attached to their owner, stick with them for life. Dogs are not like cats, fleeing from danger and leaving their owners.
  Jacques was a great owner for the first six years. Then he changed. He changed. Not only physically, but mentally as well.
"The cursed pets of Jacques Uteger Flynn-Flyder never make it pass the sixth," Quincy swore. The other dogs joined in. "Yeah," they chorused. "Never pass the sixth. Leave while you can!"
  But dogs are as stubborn as they are loyal. Jack refused Quincy of any of the other canine's pleas to flee, flee while he could.
  Jacques became beating Jack frequently. He would whip out the cane and set off in pursuit. The first time, Jack was so shocked he leaped at Jacques, snarling. Jacques lashed out, but Jack easily blocked it. The cane's use now, Jack knew, was to defend. If it was poised to attack, it would be swift and jabbing, not whirling and insane. He snapped again, then took off running.
  When Mr and Mrs Flynn came back, Jacques pretended to cry and feigned pain. After listening to Jacques' twisted words, they beat Jack. Jack wanted to howl at the injustice. How unjust and cruel the world was! How foolish humans were!
  Jacques often tortured Jack for hours on end. Then one day, he just went too far. He burnt Jack with a joss stick and using a fork, jabbed the burnt flesh. Jack decided he had enough. No more playing Mr Nice Guy.
  He lunged.



When Mr and Mrs Flynn came back that day, Jacques was not at home. Jacques hated his parents and said he was going to run away, so they assumed he had made good his threat. They saw Jack munching on what they assumed was his new mutton dog food.


How wrong they were....