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Chapter IX- Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Select Start
Ava's POV
I yawned, waking up to find the sheets cold and empty next to me. Climbing out from under the inviting covers, I quickly changed into a pair of light grey skinny jeans and a black hoodie. Shuffling into the kitchen I poured myself a bowl of cereal and found the house to be unusually quiet and empty.
"Where is everybody?" I whispered to myself.
"It's just you and me today Princess." The voice behind me hissed. I turned around to see Jane sitting on top of the kitchen counter, her eyes throwing daggers.
"Uh, hey Jane, good morning."
"No, it's not, at least for you..."
"Excuse-" In the blink of an eye, Jane was off of the counter and pressing me against the wall, holding a knife to my throat.
I held back a scream as I stared and to her demonic black eyes, "May I ask why?" I tried as hard as I could to remain calm.
"Because you stole what's dearest to me," she hissed, "There's no room in this house for failures."
She gripped the leather handle of the knife and brought it down, slowly sliding it into my side before Jane herself screamed in pain. Her head twisted violently before ripping off from the neck, splattering blood across my face.
I collapsed to my knees, my hands delicately touching the hilt of the knife that stuck out from my side. It wasn't to terribly deep but blood flowed from the wound in large gushes.
I glanced up at Jack who stood with his mask off and gripping the detached head of Jane. He snickered, tossing it carelessly to the side, "You shouldn't play with other people's toys without asking Jane. It's rude."
"Jack?" I whimpered, pulling the blade out of myself and quickly pressing my hand to the wound.
"I had just awoke to see Jane touching Chernobog's property. I say, I find that quite unfair."
"Okay, whatever Jack, do you guys have a first-aid kit?"
He shrugged and I groaned, getting up off of the ground on shaky feet and wondering the house in search with a thick towel pressed to my side. Jack mindlessly followed me like a lost dog, not even bothering to help once I had found it. My mother is an RN, so I grew up helping fix up wounds; I knew a trick or two on how to sew up the gaping wound in my side. At least something temporary was better than nothing, and I clearly can't go to the hospital. Thank god Slender's first aid kit was loaded; at least he was prepared for anything.
I was so dizzy; my vision was starting to become blurry. It took all of my strength to thread the thin needle through my sliced skin and ascend the stairs to my room. I found a bottle of Tylenol and popped a couple into my mouth. I just really need to rest.
Well at least I tried...
Jack stayed next to my side the whole time pestering me. "Can I please rest?"
"No," Jack snorted, his hollow eye sockets seeming to be fixated on me.
"Jack?"
"Where did you learn medicine?"
I shrugged, "My mum's a nurse and I was a clumsy kid so she taught me how to take care of myself in case there was an emergency."
The sound of the front door closing downstairs snapped our attention back to reality. Jack got up, being mindful of my wound, and ran down to greet whoever entered.
He was greeted with the sound of Slender shouting.
Climbing out of the bed, a sharp pain shot up my side and I whimpered softly as I made way for the door and to descend the stairs. I could barely walk, definitely not good.
Slender was gripping Jack by his shirt and the man was dangling in the air, waving his hands in defense. Slender looked up at me and tossed Jack to the side, making his way towards me. "Yeah, well just be happy I saved your little pet Slender." Jack spat.
Slender gave Jack a gaze of ice before turning back to me, "It appears you know a little bit about medicines young Avaline Jackson," he checked my wounds before giving me a couple pain killers.
As if Jeff couldn't have walked in at a worst time, so let me paint the picture: I'm sitting on the kitchen counter as Slender re-bandages my bloody wounds. Sitting next to me is the head of Jane, her face still twisted like the moment she died, and Jack standing next to me, his hand trying to grasp my own.
"What the hell happened?" Jeff almost screeched, immediately coming to my side and pushing Jack away.
Slender cleared his throat, "Our own Jane took it upon herself to eliminate what she saw as a potential threat and Jack complied by subduing Miss Jane. It looks like we have lost a family member today, and almost two."
Jeff growled, his eyes boring his eyes into Jane's skull. "I swear if the bitch was alive I'd kill her."
I hopped off of the counter and softly placed a hand on Jeff's shoulder. He glanced down at me, anger filling his eyes, "It's alright Jeff, I'm still alive aren't I?"
"Right," he snapped, his attention now on Jack. "The second I'm gone you take the first chance you can get to try to take my girl?"
"Your girl," Jack snorted, "Last I recalled, Chenorbog claimed her as my own and you can't feel emotion Jeff. The last I recalled, you were so empty inside that when Jane threw herself at you, even offering you her body, you simply shrugged her off."
Jeff hissed at Jack, "She's different, you and I both know it."
Jack grinned, "I'd like to see you try taking her from me."
"Guys, this is ridiculous. Nobody owns me; I'm not Slender's pet, I'm not own by "Chenorbog", and Jeff doesn't even have to take me."
"Stay out of this," the two men shouted simultaneously.
I sighed, knowing I wouldn't get through to either of them. "I'm leaving," I muttered, knowing that neither would bother to listen.
...
"Hey Ava, how are you feeling?" Ben asked me as I flopped down onto the couch.
I shrugged, "Jeff and Jack have been fighting all day. What are you doing?" I asked, staring at what appeared to be him playing Mario.
"Konami Code."
"What's that?" I asked, reaching for my own controller.
"Don't worry about it. Shouldn't you be resting?"
"Isn't playing video games with my little bro resting?" I replied.
He smiled, "Of course, but Slendy would kill all of us if he found out that you strained yourself."
"Yeah, I guess."
It took about two and half weeks for me to start feeling up to full strength but Jeff and Jack still had a thick tension between the two.
One day I finally caught Jack alone, "Hey Jack."
"Avaline," he simply nodded, returning to his cooking. His mask was off revealing charcoal black skin, his mouth seemed full of daggers. His eyes were just as menacing, the black goop clinging to his short lashes.
"Can I talk to you?"
He smirked, "Of course." I watched him as he threw some chopped vegtables into the stew he stirred.
"Can you just stop fighting with Jeff?"
He snorted, "I'm proving a point, not negotiating territories."
I sighed, "Come on, I don't like seeing you guys fight. Jeff and you are brothers, not enemies. Don't let something as little and stupid as me come between you two." I bit my lip; just because I hated Jack doesn't mean I have to ruin his friendships.
He stopped, turning to me he slowly reached up and twirled a small strand of my hair with his finger. "It's not that simple you know. You aren't just some stupid thing to fight over. I don't know how he hasn't realized it yet, because I realized it the first day we met oh so many years ago. You aren't just some prize to be claimed or even to be stated as a possession. You try so hard to make everyone believe an image in front of a mask that you've forgotten the face behind it. How confused you must be, finding love in the blood that you bleed. It's not you but this world that you should hate."
"Jack, I don't understand you." That cheeky dick waffle was trying to play mind games with me. My cheeks felt hot; perhaps Eyeless Jack isn't the murderer I thought him to be... and that terrifies me.
