If Nothing Goes Right, Go Left/ Xreader / Eyeless Jack

Chapter Three/ Walking in a Straight Line

Clank.
You swore you heard something, yet upon turning around you found nothing. No one.
Letting out a breath of relief, you looked back towards the cat. Only now it seemed even more scared of you. No, not scared. It was terrified. You were expecting it to run away yet it seemed as if the poor thing was glued to the ground. You were confused. You became even more confused when it's yellow eyes fixed on something behind you. Confused, you turned around and found out what was the thing that made the cat so.. terrified.
The thing? Oh no no.
It was a dark figure, with a blue face. That's was the only detail you got to see before the figure lunged at you. The collision with the ground was hard and painful, well, on your side at least; as you were the one knocked down. You didn't even had enough time for the situation to sink in and for you to do something. And before you had the chance to scream, the figure that was now sitting atop of you, leaned down and pressed something cold and sharp to your neck. It sent shivers down your spine. What was it? A knife? A spoon? You could possibly kill somebody with a spoon if you stabbed them with it, right?
But that was definitely not the time for that. You of course, were struggling against the pretty strong person. You guessed it was a man by then, a teenager maybe, but a very tall one at that.
You were making pretty much a lot of noise, yet you didn't scream just yet. And so, as the need to scream was taking over, you took a sharp inhale of air, only for a gloved hand to cover your mouth.
A few words made your (e/c) eyes widen even more, if possible, and you automatically shut up; "Scream and you're dead." A male voice, husky, he's probably not used to talking much. It made you even more scared than you were before.
As your struggles died down and the only sound that came from you was a whimper, the person with the blue face pushed your hands to your sides, and, sat down on you; trapping your hands under him and making sure you won't try anything.
Only now did you notice that the person who attacked you wore a royal blue mask with black spots where his eyes should be. There's probably so,e thin black fabric there, so none could see his eyes, which terrified you, even more. He wore a dark blue hoodie and dark pants. Well what were you expecting? A person wearing a pink tutu and a yellow shirt threatening your life?
But all weird thoughts aside. The masked figure lifted your hoodie up, as well as your pajama shirt, to the level to see your abdomen.
You were getting pretty freaked out by now. But what made you pale was when he removed the cold metal away from your neck. It was a scalpel. When realization dawns, we all feel like we've been slapped in the face.
"No! No p-please..." The damn realization. This murdered is the one who kills people for their kidneys. You couldn't help but plead, yet the masked figure only seemed to ignore you. You were going to die in an alleyway. No one would find your body here. You would simply rot in here. All lone. Forever. No. No...
No.
No.
No.
No.
No!
You couldn't let that happen! You loved your life, sure it got hard sometimes, but you loved it. You had your mother, your sister; sure you fought a lot, but that doesn't mean you don't love her. And only to think how much devastated they would be after that... no. You couldn't let that happen. Not without trying, at least.
At the second that the sharp object pierced your skin and started cutting deeper. You started trashing and moving around. You stated yelling but the gloved hand was back to stop you.
You didn't care that in that way you skin was even more damaged. You just needed to free yourself.
As the man tried to get a hold of you, your frantic mind gave you the only idea and solution that could be found. His hold on your hands was loosened, so you reached inside of your pockets and threw your phone at the mask of the man. You took him by surprise.
He let out a small 'Ow..' as one of his hand reached to fix his mask on his face more properly. Which would have been a task of three seconds if it wasn't for you. Then and there, having the perfect and probably your only opportunity to escape, you brought your leg to yourself and with a quick move, kicked the guy in the stomach.
His mask fell off. You didn't look back thought. You got up and tried to run. Only for him to quickly cut your arm while chasing you.
You haven't even noticed how deep into the alley you went after that damned cat; you were in middle of the long dark alley. You had to get out. But after a few steps and a few unnoticed stabs, blame the adrenaline, you fell to the ground once more as you tripped on your own two feet.
"Nowhere to run now." Turning around, you could feel the smirk in the blue masked killer's voice. It taunted you. Haunted you. He walked slowly towards you, with every step he took you felt worse. The pain in your whole body finally catching up to you. Everything hurt.
And while he took a step at a time, you moved backwards. Oh you couldn't even stand up anymore. Was it fear or the pain? You didn't know. All you did is look up at him, as he seemed to enjoy your fear. His appearance was even more haunting than his voice. You didn't see his eyes at first yet now you were sure that he didn't have any. Two holes, eye sockets. The fabric was very thin, and you could see past it. There was nothing there, nothing. It was adding to your horror. It was like a bad dream, a very, very horrific nightmare. How was it even possible for someone to have no eyes?
You realized that your death would be the most haunting and terrified that one could possibly get. Your mind was raising. You thoughts mixed.
What made you confused was the red and blue light that soon colored the pavement around you and the masked killer. "Stop right there!" The unknown voice of an elderly man woke you up from your trance. Looking up at the killer you found him gone.

Were you dreaming? Because it sure did feel like a dream. Only when a man in a police uniform ran up to you and kneeled beside you, you looked away from the spot that the killer once stood. You faintly heard the yells from the officer trying to get you to respond. You just kept staring . Even when he took you up and you ended up in a hospital bed.
You just kept staring.