MIDNIGHT CONTRACT | Eyeless Jack x OC/Reader

2 | Two People is Still a Party

Helena's hands were holding onto a human kidney that still had heat pulsing off of it. Eyes agape, she admits the sight of the organ itself was not something that frightened her, as years of working in the funeral home desensitized her to the sight of human organs ...but in a place that she affiliated with celebration? — No wonder she was still shocked, her hands loosening from the organ. She swore she could feel her hands begin to shake and her head telling her to not look at the banquet hall no matter what.

Even if her head told her not to though, her body didn't listen as her neck snapped towards the scene, revealing the crimson dyed hall.

The sudden surge in volume she had noted while still mindlessly putting on her makeup...she only now realized those weren't cries out of glee but the harrowing slaughter of all those she loved. It was like the story of her birth, she was back to being someone who had no one. Even if she never remembered her earlier years vividly, it made it all the more painful now that this scene would be burned into her memory.

There was no time to truly process the horror lying ahead of her though, instead of standing there shaking, Helena reached for her pocket only to realize her phone hadn't been there. She momentarily lost her fear, cursing to herself for being so foolish as to reach for her pocket despite the fact she was wearing a cocktail dress.

Running over back to the prep room, she walked towards the vanity and grabbed her phone that had still been at the table. In relief, she immediately began to dial for 911 just in case no law enforcement had already been called from bystanders outside or potential survivors calling them already. From the signs of what she saw outside the windows though, it seems as if no cops were going to be coming any time soon, especially considering how close the station was to this venue in particular.

Right before she pressed the green call button, something flashed before her eyes as her phone completely shattered and pinned itself to the mirror. A medical scalpel  pierced through the device and left it on the wall of the mirror like a dart. Helena had gasped, not having the sufficient time to process what just happened until a figure revealed itself behind her in the mirror she stood at.

"Do you think calling the police will do anything?"

"!..." Helena turned to the masked figure, a man with a black hoodie she knew was covered in the blood of her relatives and friends.

A prolonged period of silence was shared between the two. The shocked woman felt a shiver down her spine as something was telling her this man wasn't of this 'place'. Maybe she was beginning to believe in superstition simply because of how sudden this tragedy was...

"Do you intend on answering?" He had been growing impatient, the liquid smeared across his blue mask was starting to flow out again from the eye holes. It looked like ink, with a thick consistency.

"Oh— I..." She was scared shitless, that was for sure. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Helena looked back at her shattered phone one more time before turning around.

By the time she did though, she was met with the little distance between her and the blue masked individual. A scalpel, the same one that shattered her phone tracing her jawline and threatening to turn at any time to slice her. Immediately, she answered without a single thought in her head aside from the pure adrenaline running through her body.

"...I had no one else to call besides them!"

"You're admitting the cops won't help?"

"You—you'd probably kill me before they even arrived." Helena was hyperfixated on the knife, stammering over herself as she tried to make sure she could somehow prevent it from coming any closer through futile conversation.