Chapter 1: Prologue

Virgil's POV:

Life sucked. They never tell you this in school. They cover this fact up by teaching you math and other stuff you'll never use again once you get out. Probably the only reason I dropped out at sophomore year. It wasn't because I was a problem child, or didn't want to learn, I seriously didn't understand what the point was anymore. They sent us to school and give us test to what, trick us that all the information they were giving us, will actually benefit for us. Although now that I think back on it, maybe I shouldn't have made such a drastic decision. My folks were so mad that I wasn't following my older sister's example and aim higher, that the moment they realized I wasn't going to school anymore, they kicked me out. I haven't heard from them in years now. I looked up at the sky and stared up at the night sky, while a few of my acquaintances cheered and played a friendly game of pool. They were my drinking buddies, and the closest thing to having friends as I could get.

I sipped at my beer as I stared at the night sky, listening contently to the cheers and laughter, and the sound of Creed playing on the radio. Another cheer from the group signaled another perfectly played trick shot. Sighing, I decided I would just split. There was no reason to give a farewell, these guys were just like me, outcasts of society. The lower class, of the middle class city we called home, seeking out the company of those like us, for only an outcast can understand another outcast. We did not rely on someone to hold our hand, like others. No one asked questions, if one of us left without a word, and no one, came looking for you either.

This was the life I was thrown into. Digging into my pockets for my pack of cigarettes, I remembered that I had lost my lighter, which was just great, now I wouldn't be able to nurse my nicotine habit. With a heavy sigh I began my walk home. With money being scarce and all, I didn't have enough to get a car, hell I barely had enough to even rent the trailer I was living in, or even keep my phone on. Even my clothes had changes from designer to whatever I could afford from goodwill. I turned down the dirt road that I have now come familiar with as my driveway, where it led to the trailer that I called home. It wasn't a nice trailer, but at least it was a roof over my head. Small blessing there I guess, or whatever.

Unlocking and entering in, I purposely walked past the mail, nothing but bills there anyway. I didn't even go into the kitchen, not much eating would do for me. There was something wrong with me, and maybe if I had conformed to my parents will, I would already have had a doctor diagnose and treat me. I haven't been able to keep food down in the longest of times. Not without resorting to Mary Jane anyway, but I couldn't really do that, not when the landlord was an officer. And since tomorrow is the day rent is due, it would be too risky to take a few puffs. So, tonight I would go hungry. Getting a little grouchy at the thought, I got comfortable on my bed as I prepared to fall asleep to Youtube. It was the only comfort I got, hearing my favorite Youtuber, just chitchat as they were doing something, it made me feel included and like I had someone who I could relate to in the house with me. I didn't like that I was alone, but there was no use being a coward when your already in an unsatisfactory predicament, I would just have to deal, until whatever was wrong with me, took me out.

"What up guys, its your boy Dashie!-"

I closed my eyes as I listened, hoping sleep would come for me.

Later that Night….

My eyes snapped open and I was suddenly awake. However I didn't understand why I was suddenly awake. I glanced around my room, and seeing nothing out of place, but that didn't stop me from reaching under my pillow for my nine millimeter. My gut instinct that I had acquired over time, was telling me something was wrong. I did not immediately get up, I laid there and listened; trying to hear any sound that would confirm my gut instinct, but I heard nothing. Youtube, had long ago stopped playing, due to me not showing any activity since I was asleep. I slowly sat up, my eyes bouncing around the room, trying to pinpoint anything in the darkness that was out of place. I got up slowly form the bed, so the springs would not make a sound, and tiptoed across the room, to flip on the light switch. I had the gun at the ready as soon as my lights flicked on. However, everything was normal. I narrowed my eyes in confusion, not understanding why I was suddenly awake if there was nothing wrong.

I was just about to make the executive decision to go back to bed, when rustling came from my kitchen. I looked at my bedroom door like it was going to send me to another dimension, my adrenaline spiking up. I have been preparing my whole life for this moment, for an intruder to even sneak into my home; even though I knew I had nothing that was worth stealing. As quietly as I could I open the door and peeked into the short hallway of the trailer, trying to see if I could spot the intruder from my room. Unfortunately, I could not. Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself I ran and jumped into the living area which gave me full view of the kitchen, as soon as the kitchen light flicked on. "FREEZE, MOTHERFU-Aaron?!" I yelled, stumbling over my words after realizing who was standing the middle of my kitchen.

My one and only best friend, was standing with a plate filled with food, and one hand raised in the air still gripping the chain connected to the light. His eyes wide with shock and surprise, and mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Uh, don't….shoot…." He said, slowly.

"IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY, YOU DIP SHIT?!" I yelled, annoyed.

"Please." He added after a few quick random eye movements and a blink.

"Gah!" I said, in frustration, flipping the safety back on and tossing the gun in the old lazy boy sitting in the corner, so I wasn't pointing it at my best friend anymore. "YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK, YOU IDIOT!" I continued to yelled, before taking a few calming deep breaths, before I changed my mind to shoot him.

Seeing the gun no longer in my hands, he exhaled the breath he seemed to have been holding. "Holy hell, I thought you were going to really shoot me." He chuckled, as he place his plate on the table, and pulled a chair out so he could sit.

"I still can." I grouched, letting myself drop and slump into the couch.

"Yeah, sure." He smiled, taking a bite from the sandwich.

"What are you doing here?" I asked with narrowed eyes. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy his presence, but Aaron had a better home to go to than mine. A nicer house, and a family that was dedicated to helping him meet his life long goals. Granted they hated my guts, and of course tried to persuade him not to associate with the likes of me; for I was a bad influence. And maybe they were right, but the bastard never listened, and whenever he could, he would come and crash at my place; invited, or not.

"I can't visit my best friend?" He asked between mouthfuls, leaning back in the chair, so that he could reach in the fridge and pull out the jug of orange juice.

"Not when your eating all the food up." I grumbled, even though I knew that before he ever left again, he would fill it up and replace what he had taken. A little eccentric if I had anything to say about it. "Just go home." I encouraged.

"Nah." He smiled, sticking out his tongue, before taking huge gulps from the jug.

Letting out another annoyed sigh, I got up and opened the door and lit a cigarette, and took a few puffs. I was still hyped and needed to calm down, before I changed my mind and really shot him.

"You should really stop smoking those." He mumbled, after watching me take a few puffs.

"I wouldn't have to smoke one if you hadn't broken in." I growled. "How did you get in?" I asked, now curious.

"You door was unlocked." He said.

I squinted my eyes at him, and thought really hard. I had locked my door. I always locked my door, and double check every time I was about to go to bed. "No it wasn't." I insisted.

"I'm telling you dude, I awalk right in. Your door was open." He insisted. "You also left your knife outside on the porch." He pointed, before finishing off his sandwich.

I flick my cigarette out and walk over to the table to investigate, for I knew I had my knife with me. I was never without it. Mine was a regular run of the mill pocket knife, this knife was more like a scalpel. "This isn't mine." I stated, picking it up.

"One of you other friends then?" He suggested.

"Maybe…." I hummed, knowing that I did not let anyone else of that nature know where I lived. When you live alone you have to be careful. As I was examining the knife, and caught the sight of two faintly engraved initials 'E. J.' on the hilt. Well, that wasn't smart, depending on the intent of bringing out of knife. It wasn't a bad knife either. The blade of it look as sharp as a scalpel so whoever this belonged to took great care in sharpening this blade.

"Sooooo~…..?" Aaron stared, drawing my attention back to him. "Can I stay the night?" He smiled.

"No." I answered flatly.

"Whyyyy~?" He whined, getting out of his chair and coming over to wrap his arms around me. "I want to stay with you. I get lonely." He whined.

"Get off!" I pushed him away. "And go home." I grouched out. He didn't belong in my world, so I rarely let him stick around long. He always wanted to stay the night, and I couldn't understand why? Surely his home was a lot more comfortable than what me and my trailer could offer.

"Fine."' He pouted, dusting himself off in the most dramatic way. "You win tonight. But I will be back." He declared, going out the door.

"No rush." I huffed, slamming the door behind him, but I still peeked out the window to make sure he was back in his car and was backing out of the driveway. Even though there weren't any houses near me, this still wasn't a good place to not have an extra pair of eyes watching out for you, especially someone from his background. Taking a deep breath I let myself drop on the couch. "I am such a bad friend." I sighed out. The thought of going back to sleep went right out the window. Something in my gut was telling me that Aaron was not the reason I had woken up tonight. I stared at the foreign knife in my hand silently blaming it and its owner for the unrestful night I was going to have. I began rolling the blade in my hand and gritted my teeth as I became more aggravated. I was starting to hear things moving outside now that everything was quiet again.

"Fuck it!" I mumbled. Fitting the blade in my pocket and picking up my gun again, I exited out the back door of the trailer. If something was circling around my home I wasn't going to stay tucked away scared inside like wimp. I was confident it wasn't anything serious so I opted to keep my shoes off in hopes that the grass was enough to keep my steps quiet. I circled my trailer keeping my back pressed up against the side so nothing would be able to sneak up on me.

However, all the noises were now coming from the woods that surrounded my trailer. A lot of mumbling and footsteps. I wasn't stupid enough to go running in there like some gamer wannabe, instead I eyeballed the fishing deck that stretched out onto the pod. It had a little shelter built onto it and I knew from past explorations that I could climb on top of it and have a good view of the woods. I would also have cover. Slowly I backed my way toward it, being careful with my footing not wanting to alert whoever was here. It sounded like a lot of people. Which didn't make sense no hunting was allowed here. I felt when my feet touched the deck and felt around for the latter I knew was propped up out here. What I felt instead was my arm being grabbed roughly and a cloth pressed against my mouth and nose, forcing my to breath in the pleasant scent coming off of it. "Shh, shh. Don't spook. I've heard your a very brave boy. So be still and breathe." I struggled despite whoever had a hold of me was saying but I could not escape the cloth on my face and my head was becoming dizzy. I felt my gun being taken away from me. "I think you just might be the perfect test subject." The voice hummed. "Two birds one stone." My vision was leaving me quickly and soon I found myself drifting.

Upon waking up, I found myself sitting in a wooden chair with a heavy metal desk sitting in front of me. The room was mostly dark, beside the one light bulb that barely lit up the room I now found myself in. I went to stand up not liking that someone had got the drop on me, but immediately had to sit back down as nausea hit me, I really didn't need to throw my guts up in a situation like this. I stared at the desk and tried counting the various objects on it.

"Oh good! Your finally up!" A speaker somewhere in the room echoed and I swear I heard this voice before. It grated on my nerves. "I was starting to think he done you in already. But then where would the science be in that. Now if you survive I'll make sure you are returned with a portion of memory. If not well, I guess you'll just disappear. Good luck!"

I groaned and rubbed at my forehead. This had to be a fucking nightmare and a very poor one at that.

"So, you must be the substitute sacrifice." A voice whispered from the darkest corner of the room.

Honestly if I cared enough I would have been freaked out, but I was just too busy trying not to get sick to care. I did however try to get a better look without leaving my chair. I could make out someone slouching against the wall, they seemed to be dressed all in black with a straitjacket wrapped around them. I could deduce it was definitely a guy from the sound of his voice, and there must have been chain connecting him to the wall, since I could hear them clinking together with each slightest movement he made. So they thought this guy was more dangerous than me and who knows maybe they could be right.

"So," I started slowly. "What are you in for?" I asked letting my body slouch more in the chair. I still felt sick.

"I was hunting someone special but their trying to change my mind." He answered curtly.

"Ooo, scary." I mumbled, with a roll of my eyes. "So, I'm bait and you're nuts. Are you being sueded yet?"

The guy chuckled in the corner. The chains shaking slightly. "You seem fearless, so you hold no interest to me. I don't want someone when I can't feed off their fear too. Besides I don't think you could satisfy me."

I huffed not buying any of this. "Yeah, whatever you say. How long till they let us out? Or until I wake up?"

"Hm, you believe this isn't real." It was a statement not a question so I didn't feel obligated to answer. "Interesting. Then do you thin k you would let this nightmare loose from its chains. I do believe there's a key on the desk." He suggested.

"There's also a knife, so I could stab you and just wake up feeling like I killed one of my demons." I countered.

"Trust me, that won't work." From the tone in his voice I believed him.

I huffed and let my head fall back, the angle hurt, but if I made myself uncomfortable enough that maybe I would wake up. Though with how realistic this was looking and feeling odds were, nutzo over there was telling the truth. After mulling the thought over in my head for a little bit I finally grabbed the keys that were on the desk and walked over to the guy.

"Ground rules." I announced, not really ecstatic over my own choice. "I'll let you go, but your staying in the straitjacket. I don't know you nor trust you."

"Smart guy." The stranger mumbled, but I could see his head nod in agreement. Unlocking the chains, I went and sat back down. The motion of walking made the nausea even worse than standing did. I could hear when my temporary roommate took the other chair on the other side of the desk.

For the longest time we sat in silence. Me, trying to will myself to wake up from whatever nightmare I was living, and I could feel the guy's eyes just staring a hole though me. "You keep staring at me like a fucking creep and not blink, I'm going to end up ripping your eyes out." I threaten without looking.

"You got good instincts, I'm almost tempted to recruit you for him." I could hear the smirk in his voice, as if he knew something I didn't.

"I don't join gangs." I growled out, still refusing to lift me head and open my eyes.

"You seem unwell." He stated.

"Tch, figure that out by yourself did ya?" I scoffed, un-amused.

"Even if I don't end you, and if they don't end, surely your own body will."

I groan in annoyance still hearing that smirk in his voice. I didn't feel the need to continue to respond to this guy. I didn't know him or owe him anything. I could feel my body wanting to relax, but I refused, this wasn't the place to start nodding off.

Eyeless Jack POV:

I stared at the substitute sacrifice. He wasn't scared of me, and therefore, was of no use to me. These pest thought they could save my intended prey. The fact that the human was on the verge of wanting to go to sleep, but by self preservation was forcing himself to remain awake, even with such a weak body he was willing himself to stay alert, why would I derive myself such a show. Maybe I could save him for a later date. But as of right now, neither of us belonged here and I was in a hurry to get back on the hunt. Odds are he didn't even know why he was here or for how long they planned on keeping the two of us in this room. Twenty-four hours I believe was the standard amount of time these pest like to come and check on any progress.

How does the stealthy Eyeless Jack kill his victims? Does he just eat the livers or are they merely tokens of a kill? Is he a satanic God possessing a dead body? Or just a sacrificed gifted with Godly power from said entity? So many questions. That I would never allow anyone to know the answer to.

After sitting for a whole hour and a half in silence I noticed the breathing of my human companion even out. He had finally went to sleep. But we needed to escape. I licked at my teeth in thought. I was about to give him the most unwelcomed wake up call he will ever experience. It brought a smile to my lips as I got up and stalked closer to him. I was fully aware my movements were being closely monitored, so I knew I would have to drag him in to the darkest and obscure corner in this small room for this to work.

Smiling in the direction of the camera, as I began. Unlike my associates, I could escape a straitjacket unassisted. I relaxed all the muscles in my body and could immediately feel more slack in the confining jacket. I pushed my right arm up and away from my body sliding my hand and forearm past my left elbow. Pulling the same right hand in close to my neck and raised my elbow enough to pass the entire arm behind my head pausing to loosen the first restraint. Pulling my head through the gap between my shoulder and elbow and letting my arm fall in front of my body, now having the ability to move both my arms freely. To undo the sleeve buckle I used my teeth and felt delight in hearing the alarm sound outside the door, although I doubted that the human trapped in the room with me could hear it. I used my free hand to the open the buckles at the back of the jacket, like taking off a necklace and untying an apron. Letting the arms of the straitjacket hit the floor and stepped on them and pulled the rest of my torso out to the jacket. Rolling my shoulder and flexing my fingers, relishing in the freedom of movement.

And now for my unsuspecting human companion, who was just sitting there with his throat exposed. I ran my tongue over my teeth.

Virgil's POV:

My mind was going in and out of wanting to sleep, to wanting to be sick. I finally decided that I would try to focus on not doing either. After all my roommate didn't seem to want to talk, which just fine by me. I found myself entering a state of calm, something that happens when I refuse to give in to sleep. Although I knew I was losing the fight to staying alert. I didn't know how close to sleep I was getting, until I was yanked up by my shirt collar, my eyes snapping open to see nothing but -an eyeless face with inhuman smile peering back at me.

"Still awake, huh?" He chuckled, pushing me out of the chair into the furthest corner. The first thought in my mind wasn't about this guys face, because believe me that was some face, but the strength he had just used. The impact seemed to have stunned me and caused me to end up scrambling, so I could stand up and defend myself. I used the wall as support as I put up my guard. "Such spirit, but I don't have the time for it at the moment." He chuckled, as he stalked forward, dragging the straitjacket he was suppose to be trapped in with him.

"How did you get out of that?!" I growled, pushing away the useless panic that wanted to escape. He was getting to close. I took a calculated swing only for it to be dodged and a fist connecting with my gut.

"Now, now, there's no fun in telling. I think I will save you for dessert." He said, the smile never leaving his face as he watched me struggle to get my body to take in the air it just lost. "Time to get dressed."

He loomed over me, using his foot to kick at my stomach taking whatever air I did have away from me and another strong kick to the head. I didn't stand a chance with this guy. He knew exactly what to do to stun me, as he fixed the straitjacket on me. Cinching the thing tight where I was sure circulation was going to be cut off. "Who are you?" I ground out, getting my breath back.

"I wonder if I should tell you. Its not often there are people who don't know about us." He mused, propping my up against the wall.

"Us?" I asked, shaking my head slightly to get rid of the headache his kick to the head had brought on.

"Sit tight, Take Out." He instructed as the door to our room burst open.

I watched as what I could only suspect was guards of some sort file in trying to over -power the guy. However, as soon as my mysterious roommate grabbed hold of the knife that was on the desk it was like watching a gang fighting and getting massacred by one guy. Blood was getting everywhere including on me. I'm not one for running away, but I knew when I should get lost. With the help of the wall I pushed myself to my feet. I stayed against the wall moving slowly along it to avoid being collateral damage all the way to the door. I thought I would have trouble getting out, but one of the guardsman pushed me out of the way as he charged in. I stumbled a bit, ignoring the raging cries of the fighting and the dying. Bastard put me in a straitjacket and I wasn't going to stick around to find out why.

I found myself walking much more carefully and closer to the wall. It all made sense now, as to why in movies if the patient was in a straitjacket they were escorted. Walking wasn't hard, but when you try to run balance was hard to keep. I didn't even get away from the some of fighting, before someone grabbed hold of one of the many straps and buckles on the straitjacket. "My new companion, you left the safety of the corner. I thought I said, you were my Take Out." I didn't have to turn around to see the smirk on his face. Honestly I didn't want to turn around at all, trying to make myself believe that the face I seen earlier was apart of this nightmare.

"Giving me a nickname and I don't even know who you are. I'm tempted to be offended." I gritted out.

That earn a dark chuckle. "How rude of me. Call me Jack." His grip vanished. So, I turned around to face him. Now out in the light I could clearly see what he looked like. He was definitely fit and muscular, dressed in a black hoodie with the hood up and dark jeans. As for his face, I could know longer see it. "Nice mask." I scoffed. Staring at the blue mask that looked to have black ink dripping from it.

"Yes it is. Now something for you." He said, looping from what I could tell was a belt looped through a buckle around my neck, making a makeshift leash. "Now I won't lose you. Can't leave you defenseless now can I."

"I get out of this, you better not be in my sight." I threatened.

"Now look who's trying to be scary." He chuckled. Turning and walking in the opposite direction I was heading. "Exit is this way, Take Out."

The belt tighten slightly when I didn't move in time to keep up. Jack's pace was fast and being yanked around by the neck was not doing me any favors. I didn't struggle, there was no point. All I tried to do was keep up, since the guy seem to know where he was going. "So you're just going to lead me around like a dog?" I snapped getting irritated by how the leather of the belt was pinching and rubbing against my skin.

"If your a good boy I might set you free. Or put you down. You don't have a choice in the matter." Jack replied not even paying much mind.

"Joy..." I grumbled.

Jack suddenly stopped and I followed his lead. He was staring ahead toward the exit which was waiting for us unguarded. And although I didn't truly understand why I was here, or where here was, even I could tell that just waltzing up to it was a bad idea. I mean even the hallways seem cleared. We barely had any trouble.

"Jack, how nice. But you were suppose to kill him." The voice from earlier came through the speakers.

Me and Jack both looked around, pin pointing where the speakers and cameras were in the room. "I never said I would accept your offering, consider this me leaving our unplanned dinner date." Jack yank a bit on the makeshift leash pulling me slightly in front of him. "I got my doggy bag all ready to go."

"You're starting to get on my nerves." I gritted out, not liking that he had forced me up in front. Hearing guns being cocked and ready, I made no sudden movements. The hidden guards coming out to surround us. "I hope you have a plan." I snarled, not liking the odds.

TBC

A/N: So this is my third Creepypasta fic. It is a BL fic. So if you have been warned. I'm trying something a little different with this one and I hope you all enjoy this story as I am writing it. Please do not forget to let me know your thoughts by Following, Favoriting, and/or leave a Review. I love hearing your thought on the story. I will update this story next Friday. and try to update every Friday after that.

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