Chapter 11

Virgil's POV:

My body felt so heavy and it was hard to breath. I didn't even want to open my eyes. I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep. But I also had to keep Aaron safe. Something had ripped the knife from my back and I remember catching a glimpse of a tall bastard in a suit, but other details were lost to me. Right now I just need to check on Aaron. He was scared and I needed to make sure he was okay. "A-Aa-ron…?" I called out or tried to, my voice cracked a bit, as I tried to jerk my body up, only to be unable to move.

There was a coo from above me, that was definitely not Aaron, and with that realization came the sensation of someone petting my hair and that person leaning in from behind me making their presence very known. That had me more alert and forcing my eyes to open, to see that I was sitting or more liked tied to a chair facing a table, that had Aaron laid out on it, he didn't have anything holding him down. "A-Aaron?!" I repeated.

"Shh, Takeout. It's okay." Jack shushed sweetly from behind me. "Our dinner isn't going to go anywhere. He's filled to the brim with muscle relaxants." The cannibal chuckled, still playing with my hair.

His touch made my skin inch. I hated being touched. I hated being talked to in the way he was talking to me. I wanted nothing more than to punch this creep in the face, but I couldn't will my muscles to listen. I was so tired. I have always been tired, but with the injuries I had acquired seemed to just sap what I left. Hands smacked the side of my face lightly.

"Come on Takeout, stay awake now. We got a ritual and a dinner date together. We need you awake for this." Jack hummed, wrapping his arms around me.

I went to jerk away, and grimaced when all the action seemed to bring nothing but pain from all my injuries, and the realization that I was tied down in a chair. Bastard must have given me something too.

"There's that fighting spirit." Jack chuckled. "I'll be back. Just a few more preparations for this special occasion." The Cannibal assured as he vanished.

I took a few silence seconds to listen just make sure the cannibal was out of earshot, before trying to talk to Aaron again. "Aaron, I'm going to get you out of this okay?" I assured, ignoring how dry my throat felt. Aaron blinked his eyes looking my way with a glassy look in his eyes and moaned; trying to talk. "If its the last thing I do, You are going to live." I declared. "Imay be a mean bastard and pushed you away all the time, but I will never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. You have stuck with me when all those other stuck up bastards turned their noses up. I'm getting you out of here before I die." I promised, twisting my wrist in an attempt to try and loosen the roped holding me to the chair.

Aaron's eyes widen a bit and he groaned again. "Y-you….li...ve…." He slurred.

"Yeah." I huffed, gritting my teeth past the pain. "You're gonna live. On my life you will." I started feeling warm liquid drip from my wrist the more I twisted and struggled.

"Oh, Takeout." Eyeless Jack called out sweetly as he reappeared, stroking the side of my face, before gripping hard on my hair and forcing my head back. He was holding a metal like cup that was smoking. "The tar is ready." He announced.

Now that I forced to look at him, I noticed that he had decided to not wear his mask, making it easy now to see his eyeless face with his eyes leaking a black substance onto his grey toned skin. "You're a dead bastard when I get loose." I growled, out threateningly.

The cannibal smiled at my threat, almost delighted. "We're going to have fun seeing you try. You're going to have all eternity, to warm up to me. And I can be very patient." He cooed. "Now let's begin your transformation. Slendy might not want you tied to him. But I have my own ways and I like the idea of having you turned the same way I was." He said, as his hand tipped the cup spilling the black boiling tar in it onto my eyes.

My throat hurt as an inhuman scream was ripped from me, the skin on my face feeling like it was being melted off. And other pains seemed to follow as it felt like a something was being carved into my chest. I don't know how long the pain lasted. I don't even know if I was even conscious for the whole thing. But when I became more aware, I took in deep painful breaths trying to take in as much air as possible. It took a minute of me trying to blink my vision back to comprehend that I couldn't see. I COULDN'T SEE!

"Shit!" I choked out, and pulled against the roped holding my in the chair.

"Well, that took longer than I remember." Eyeless Jacks voice said, somewhere on my right, making me flinch at the sudden reminder of his presence.

"Vir...gil?" Aaron's voice slurred in front of me. Only I didn't need to see or hear him to know that. I could smell him. He smelt like honey. Delicious honey.

"What did you do to me?" I asked, turning my head thankful that the pain was slowly beginning to numb.

"The same thing that made me, who I am." Jack answered. I could hear him walking around, my head turning following the sound of his footsteps. I could hear everything around me. I could hear the bastards walking, his breathing, I could smell him too. He smelt like rotten meat and it made me scrunch up my nose at it. I wanted to focus more on Aaron, who still laid out in front of me and who was breathing a little heavier due to being scared. The fear seemed to strengthen the smell of honey.

Eyeless jack chuckling near my ear, and the sudden touch of a finger coming to wipe at the drool that was dripping from my mouth; I hadn't noticed I was drooling. "He smells delicious doesn't he?" He hummed sweetly in my ear.

"Drop dead asshole." I growled, not going to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Eyeless Jack just laughed. "You want him don't you?" He stated, more than asked. "You smell him." I could hear the predatory grin on his face. "You can have him." He said, moving to my other side. Breath on my ear.

I stayed silent. Trying very hard not to let my remaining senses focus on Aaron. I hated not being able to see. I'm was gong to kill that bastard for taking my eyesight. And for whatever else he did to me and Aaron. I waited till I felt his face more closer to mine, before turning my head and snapping my teeth, aiming to bite his whole face off.

The bastard pulled back though and was laughing. "I know, Takeout. Trust me. I know. Your hungry aren't you?" Jack's voice is moving away. "I was too, when I first awoke. I killed and ate everyone there at my ritual. At my birth. Stupid human's. And you know something. After that first meal I could see." He chuckled. "So, I'll tell you what Takeout. I'll let you chose what you wish to eat off our dinner first. I'll fix it anyway you want."

Something within me seemed to growl in approval of eating Aaron, and my stomach seemed to grumble in approval at the idea. But I wasn't going to do that. I wasn't going to kill Aaron. "Fuck off!" I cursed.

"Now, now. Don't be picky." Jack cooed, finger barely grazing my cheek, in a comfort like motion. "Your birthing is only half complete. And I know the hunger, after awakening. You want too." He hummed happily. "Or maybe I should choose for you?" He suggested.

"V-irgil…. D-d-on't le…" Aaron stuttered. I could pinpoint his every movement.

"I won't!" I growled out, ignoring the want I was feeling.

"Oh, but you will. And I'm being nice. So, one last chance. Choose or I choose for you, Takeout." Jack said, his voice a little sterner now. He kept moving around. I couldn't keep track with where he was. But I could focus on Aaron. I could laser focus on his breathing.

"Do...it…" Aaron said, breathy as he tried to take even breaths. Was he trying to be calm for me. "Vir-gil...Plea…."

"Shut up Aaron!" I growled. I was trying to think. Trying to think past the hunger that was starting to really getting very hard to ignore. I needed to get loose and somehow get Aaron out of here. But how was I going to do that without giving in to what the monster in front of me wanted. Only I wasn't going to be able to do that. Not if I couldn't get free.

"Maybe a taste of what you can have will entice you to make a decision." Jack said, and Aaron's breath stuttered slightly as the scent of honey became even stronger.

I gritted my teeth. The bastard had did something to him. Hands gripped my jaw and squeezed forcing my mouth open as liquid hit my tongue and rolled down mouth throat.

And it tasted so good. So good, and I didn't want to barf it up like most things that I ate. I found myself opening my mouth up for more.

"Do you like that Takeout? Hmmm? You want more don't you?" Jack hummed sounding pleased. His hand no longer keeping my jaw open, instead seeing to message where he had squeezed. "Tell me." He urged, whispering in my ear. It was so good. And I didn't have to be told that he had gave me; It was Aaron's blood. He had cut Aaron.

"His arm." I finally said.

"Good boy." Jack praised, his hands leaving me.

Aaron's breathing had picked up then. As soon as the words left my mouth and Jack made his move to deliver what I wanted. And boy did I want it.

I'd make it up to him. Better he lose an arm than his life.

TBC

A/N: Yeah, so Virgil's a cannibal now. Guess we'll see what that means for Aaron. I'm really on the fence about who to keep alive here. When I first made this story I had planned on one of the two to die. Now I'm not to sure. So I'll leave you the readers. And if no one answers then I flip a coin. Who should live? Aaron or Virgil? Or should both live? (don't know how I would pull that off but it could be an option.