Boom, boom, Boom!
My nightmares were interrupted just for a second as three loud knocks sounded. Rolling over on the couch, I tried to get back to sleep... terror filled, or not. However, it wasn't even a minute before three more knocks sounded. I groaned, flipping over only to crash onto the ground below. A slight squeal exited my lips as my eyes flashed open. I looked like I had completely lost my mind as I tried to stand, loosing my balance twice. What made matters worse, was that Jack had witnessed the entire thing.
He stood in the center of the room, his gaze set on me. I blushed as I watched the black goo trickle down his mask, wishing I could just go back to sleep. Forget I was here. Forget that I only had four days left. That damn knocking made all of those thoughts disappear, leaving me to wonder who was here. Was it the police? My heart swelled with hope, and I could tell from Jack's stiff form that he was wondering the same.
"Sit on that couch, and don't make a move," he hissed, his furious tone leaving me to comply without argument.
Twisting my head, I watched as he approached the window. Pulling the holey drapes back, he peered out towards the door. I tried not to notice his scalpel which he furiously gripped. It felt like my hope dissipated as soon as it had arrived when I saw his shoulders slump with non other than relief. Turning to me, he tucked his scalpel away.
"Don't say a word, if possible," he sighed, before walking to the door.
Curious, I continued to watch as he opened it. But right as he did, I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. There was a man. But he didn't seem like any average man. Who would, with a carved smile, singed eyelids, and charred skin? I felt my breath catch in my throat as the smiling man chuckled at the sight of Jack.
"Well, EJ, it's been long time, no see," his grizzly voice spoke, his smile growing.
My insides curled as I cowered down behind the couch, wondering how many psychopaths roam this area. I heard Jack grunt in reply, then footsteps as the smile man entered.
"How'd you know I was here?" Jack asked, roughly shutting the door. He didn't appear too happy that this man was here, either.
"I didn't," the man cackled, making ice trail through my veins. "Was originally going to kill whoever was in here, if there even was anyone. But the black gunk on the door gave me a hint," he laughed, coming into my line of sight.
I shrunk back, swallowing roughly as I watched his lidless eyes wash over Jack. He ran a hand through his dark hair, before his eyes unfortunately landed on me. His lips pulled back from his teeth, his cheekbones raising as he drank in my fear.
"Well, hello," he sneered, whipping a kitchen knife out of his pocket. He jumped forward before I could even blink, my life flashing so quick in front of my eyes. That was, until black filled my vision.
Jack crouched in front of me, blocking Jeff's knife. I didn't fail to notice it skim his side, and the black blood that now trickled from it. I tried to catch my breath as the smiling man raised an eyebrow, seeming to not understand.
"No," Jack growled, the demonic edge returning to his voice.
The smiling man paused, before breaking into a fit of laughter. "No to killing a human? C'mon, EJ, you're not going soft, are you?" he snorted, shaking his head. "You know as well as I do that she needs to go to sleep."
I was shaking as Jack still covered me, wanting to run as fast as I could from this room. I had finally calmed down to the point where I could form coherent thoughts, and now this guy appeared! I just couldn't catch a damn break!
"She's food, Jeff," Jack spat, making tears well into my eyes.
A flicker of comprehension came across Jeff's pinpricks, as he finally nodded. "Ah, I got you. Forgot that you ate them. You know, you're missing out on a lot of fun. It's much better to get all your anger out by stabbing them as fast as you can," he snickered.
"That's your opinion," Jack replied, his head cocking to the side.
"I thought you usually take care of the humans right after you kidnap the bastards. Why isn't she in your torture room?" Jeff asked, his pinpricks returning to me. I was beginning to be glad that it was Jack who found me, and not him. It surprised me to think that I'd rather Jack find me than anyone.
"We have a deal. Let's leave it at that," Jack mumbled, straightening up from in front of me.
Jeff simply shrugged. "Whatever. You can do what you want with your kill, I suppose."
Jack nodded, leaving deathly silence lingering in the room. The uncomfortable atmosphere made my skin crawl as I tried to get my breathing under control.
"Well," Jeff sucked in a gust of air, his eyes flickering to the door, "I suppose since no victims live here, I best be going. I'll stop by later on when your food isn't here," he chuckled, his smile returning.
Once again, just a simple grunt from Jack. With that, Jeff walked to the door, letting himself out without another word. My heart finally began to slow, as I looked up at Jack.
"Who was that?" I croaked, sitting up on the couch.
He sighed. "That would be Jeff the Killer. An old friend of mine, if you want to call him that." He walked over to his usual chair, plopping down in an exhausted manner. Did he not sleep?
"You have other killer friends?" I snorted, although it came out completely serious.
Jack simply to stare off at the spiderweb in the corner, seeming to think things over. "Unfortunately," he finally growled beneath his breath.
"You really hate company, don't you?" I chuckled, shaking my head. I have never seen such a loner in my entire life.
"I don't believe it is that hard to tell," he bluntly replied.
It was then I noticed the dark blood that was starting to stain his chair. "Jack... you're bleeding," I swallowed, wondering if he didn't notice, or just didn't care.
He looked down, then merely shrugged. No reply. I guess it was the latter. Pursing my lips, a strange part of me felt guilty. He got cut for saving me... actually saving me from a different killer. Yes, he still had intentions of killing me later on... I scowled. Such a fucked up twist of events. Even still, I stood up without a word.
"Where are you going?" Jack hissed, yet made no move to get up from his chair.
"I'll be right back," I grumbled, angrily exiting from the room.
Storming down the hall, I paused in front of his deathly 'office'. Sucking in a giant gust of air, I pushed the door open. Hesitantly walking in, I had to force myself to not look at the chair I was strapped into not even two days ago. Pulling out each of the drawers, it wasn't long before I found bandages and alcohol. Walking back out, I slammed the door behind me, a sour frown on my face.
Once I was back, I saw Jack was staring at me right as I entered. Then, his mask lowered as he apparently stared at what I grasped. "There's no need for that," he mumbled, yet it held an edge that I didn't understand.
"Shut it," I snapped, with a bit too much harshness.
I didn't miss the growl that was rumbling in the back of his throat as I approached, yet he made no move to stop me. Barely lifted his hoodie, I saw that the gash wasn't too deep above his grey hip. I put a cotton ball up to the alcohol, only to have him stop me.
"I don't need that," he stated, his monotone voice offering no explanation.
"It could get infected. You don't know where the hell that man's knife has been," I reminded him, my glare intense. I was stupidly trying to be helpful, and he just couldn't make it easy.
"I'm not exactly human, remember? It wont get infected," he sighed, sounding as if he was talking to a small child. I was so close to dropping everything and storming out of the room.
Rolling my eyes, I began to bandage the cut, noticing he did not squirm or flinch even once. He must have a strong pain tolerance, I presumed. I was just about to finish, before I noticed his masked face lower, his empty gaze set on me.
"Why are you doing this?" he murmured, true curiosity sounding within his voice.
My eyebrows mashed together, as I tried to find an answer. I truly didn't know.
"So you don't get blood on the chair," I mumbled so low, I wasn't sure he heard.
"Yes... the chair," he quietly agreed, leaving the room in silence as I finished.
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