SUGAR | Eyeless Jack x Reader

Prologue

          He leaned against the wall of the cramped bedroom, clutching the cut on his side. Empty eye sockets gazed upon his latest kill. It was sloppy at best. The old man had woken up in the middle of his assailant's work, swiftly drawing a pocket knife from beneath his pillow and swinging. A quick swipe of his scalpel across the man's neck had ended the confrontation, but the masked killer was left wounded and overall dissatisfied.

          Huffing out an annoyed sigh, he exited the bedroom. He made his way down the hall and into the aged bathroom. He dug through the cupboards until he eventually found what he was looking for - a first-aid kit, or at least what was left of one. It had been mostly depleted, but he found what he needed. Pulling out some alcohol wipes and a gauze roll, he lifted his hoodie and began to treat his wound. It was much more shallow than he expected. As he wrapped the gauze around his body, he reflected on his kill. Typically, he preferred to steal the organs of his victims and leave before they woke up. He'd gotten careless, he realized. He ended up killing more of his targets, and the media was beginning to pick up on it, going as far as to label him a serial killer.

          He chuckled at the thought. The term didn't quite fit if you asked him; it was too human to adequately describe the brutality of his kills. An eyeless, organ-eating creature was more accurate. It did make things a little more complicated, however. Police were on high alert, patrolling the streets more closely. Avoiding them was becoming increasingly difficult with each kill. No matter, he thought. He would be moving on from this city as soon as he got what he wanted. Speaking of which, he was running late.

          He fixed his clothes back into place and returned the first-aid kit to its cupboard. Reentering the bedroom, he approached the older man's body. He'd have to harvest quickly tonight. He retrieved the duffle bag he'd dropped in the earlier tangle and got to work. When he finished, he stood and swung the duffle bag over his shoulder, turning his gaze to the alarm clock on the man's bedside table. If he hurried, he'd still have enough time.

          You'd be getting home from work soon. He shivered with excitement, a grin spreading across his face. Watching you move about your home as you prepared for bed had become his favorite part of the night. You should really invest in curtains, he thought. He smirked. You wouldn't need them if everything went his way. 

          Maybe he'd enter your house again. He could easily slip through that window in the back that you'd unknowingly left unlocked. Perhaps he'd allow himself to touch you while you slept, completely unaware. Nothing crazy - just light caresses to your face, maybe a drag of his fingers through your hair. He was getting ahead of himself. He couldn't risk you waking up on him, after all.  It would ruin his plans. He shook his head lightly and approached the window he entered from. His blood rushed with excitement as he climbed out and started on his way to your house.