You live in a house with your abusive father and your only friend, your cat. You've never been happy. Your mother left when you were 7. A masked figure soon makes you forget it all.
WARNING: Self harm, anxiety, depressive disorder, suicide attemp...
I feel. Happy? I don't know. This is all so normal now. Should I be scared of where I am right now?... I mean a normal person would be. But I don't feel that way. I have an amazing... boyfriend? I mean, we never really stated that we were dating... I don't even know if EJ would like to be in a relationship, he's literally a murderer, do murderers even... date? Anyways I've fully healed and now I'm ready for my first kill. Jack told me I had to get ready for tomorrow. It's kind of a big deal for me. I prepared my mind for this day, I wasn't exactly excited for it, just.. anxious.
Jack's POV
I look around my room. I see 1 king bed, the sheets are black, so are the curtains that I never open. The bedframe is made from blackwood. There's one closet, barely walk-in. It's mostly hoodies, black graphic tee's, jeans, and somewhat feminine clothing. The closet is shut off by two old wooden sliding doors. The cracked wooden floor is covered by a medium-sized circular blue carpet. There are a couple scalpels and other medical equipment laid out on a desk. Next to the desk is a mace. There are some out of place things that belong to (Y/N) but I don't really care. (Y/N) was given a room, right next to Jane's, she put a few things in there but soon after decided to stay in my room. The whole mansion is old and creaky so nothing is super perfect but the other inhabitants don't seem to care. I hear a door shut quietly, and I immediately knew who it was. Nobody in this whole mansion shuts a door quietly. It was (Y/N). "Hey, I know your busy but you said we would.. do the.. thing.. tomorrow?" she said, hesitant. "You mean murder, kill." I said, flatly. "Yeah. That.". "Are you ready?" I asked. "I guess, I mean, I don't really know. I've never done this before. What's it like?" She asked. "Well, for me it's like a normal everyday occurrence. I either blank out whenever I'm killing someone or I focus, really hard. I really only focus when I'm dissecting someone or making them suffer. I promise, it won't be that bad."
(Y/N)'s POV
THAT BAD? THAT??? I hope he's joking. I know it's not going to be amazing especially for my first time. Killing someone is a big deal. "Tom Hunt." I hear a deep voice speak. "That's his name? The guy I'm killing?" I ask. "Yes." He finishes. I'm unsettled, scared. I feel a pair of rough hands grip my shoulders tightly. I jump. "Sorry babe I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?" He asks as he massages my tense shoulders. "I don't know, I just don't wanna become someone like Jeff, or Ben." I speak. "You picked both of the perverts. Trust me, you will not turn out like either of them. If anything you'll be more like Jane. She's not as crazy as she seems.. I think." He says the last part with confusion in his voice, like he isn't absolutely sure. "Thank you Jack, I trust you.. so I know I'll be okay." I say, reassured.
The next day
Jack's POV
I slowly open my eyes, rubbing them, before turning over to see (Y/N) sleeping beside me. She seems so calm, but rough on the edges. Her face is scarred, so are her arms, her thighs, and her back. Speaking of, she will have been clean for a month tomorrow. I think I wanna do something nice for her. I get lost in my thoughts of what I wanna do until I feel a deep hitch in (Y/N)'s breath. Her eyes bolt open, she sits up and starts looking around the room. I don't think she's realized I'm awake yet. She must of found what she was looking for because she immediately stops and starts to get up. I look over to see what caught her interest. My scalpels. I wrap my arm and pull her back down into bed, making the back of her head lay on my chest. She's hyperventilating. She soon after closes her eyes and loosens up. I rub the bridge of her nose and kiss her temple. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Y-" She takes a deep breath, "Yes.". "Good, what happened?" I say calmly. "It was my dad, hurting me. It was the night he cut me, my back."
⚠️HEY, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT. SKIP THIS IF YOUR SENSITIVE TO THAT.⚠️
"He cut my bra off, and-" Another deep breath, followed up with tears starting to run down her face, I wipe them off. "And he. He touched me." ⚠️END OF SA⚠️ At this point she's full on sobbing. "I turn her around to face me and I pull her in closer. "I'm sorry baby. He's never coming back, He will never do that ever again, no one will. Even if he was alive, I would kill him before he could even lay a single finger on you. Your okay now, alright? I love you." I say, trying to calm her. "Y-Yeah, I love you too." She says, hugging me tightly. I can feel ooze start dripping out of my eye sockets. "Sorry." She giggles, although still shocked, and wipes it away. "Are you okay to kill today?" I ask. "Absolutely." She says. I can tell she's feeling slightly better. I start to pull her shirt off, and other.. garments. I pick her up and turn on the bathroom light. I put her down on the edge off the bathtub and turn on the showerhead. I gently grab her legs and put them inside the tub. I let her slide onto the floor of the bathtub. She sits there, her arms gripping onto her shoulders. I start washing her hair, every now and then kissing her face. She giggles every time I kiss her. We start wrapping things up and I grab her hand to pull her out and dry her off, kissing her lips one last time.
1 hour later
(Y/N)'s POV
I put on a murder appropriate outfit.
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(minus the sunglasses, the weapons, and the cross necklace.)
I pull out a bag from Jack's closet and wrap it around my shoulder. I grab my mace from beside EJ's desk and put it in the wrap-around bag. I start pacing when Jack pulls his arms around my waist, bending down quite a bit. Let me remind you this man is 6'4. I'm 5'7. (Sorry if you aren't just pretend you are for this story, or change it, it doesn't matter.) "Hey, lets go talk with some others before we leave.
We walk to the living room before stopping and waiting for someone, anyone to run up to us and start talking. Surprisingly it was Toby. "H-Hey! We haven't really talked s-since you've gotten here." He says, jolting every few seconds. "Sorry I s-should introduce myself. I'm Ticci Toby. I tic, hence the name. I have Tourette's, but lets talk about something else, last time I saw you I was helping Jack dump your body in his torture chamber!" He says, excited. "Oh yeah, sorry... might b-be a sensitive topic. Anyways how are y-you, since your, uh, incident?" He says, bringing back painful memories. Jeez he doesn't shut his mouth does he? "Uh, fine, I guess." I said. EJ gives him a slight hand movement and Toby stops, and mouths 'sorry'. "Anyways, I should get going now, you guys have f-FUCK-fun.". "Bye toby." I say, waving goodbye. He walks away. "Wow, he's...strange." I say, confused at the interaction I just experienced. "He's definitely a talker. But don't worry about that right now, we have better things to do."
(A/N)
HEY LOVELIES. ANYWAYS uh... I'm a sophomore now... not very excited about Highschool, especially with all this covid stuff, but hey, what can you do about it? I wrote an extra long chapter for you! Mostly on accident, because I couldn't stop writing, but I tried my best. I didn't know whether to give Toby vocal tics or not but I decided sure why not. I really hope you guys liked this chapter. I try to write more while in class or something, if I dont and I end up writing after a year of being gone, sorry in advance. My BDAY is in 13 days btw lol. Wish me happy birthday or i'll cry. Or don't...uh yeah. BYE!
