Trees don't move. || A proxy story

C H A P T E R 7

( Toby's POV )

It was about 3 in the morning maybe 2:50-ish a.m. and I had been out doing what I do best, killing people. I was still a bit aggravated from the situation with having to collect that girl earlier, she was struggling so much. So I just decided to take my aggravation out by killing a few people.

"Damn Toby, you look like Carrie after she got covered in pigs blood." Jeff pointed out, he was in the living room drinking beers left and right. "Ye- Yeah, what'd you expect? Me to ki- kill them with kin- kindness?" I said sarcastically. "T- Two of them ni- nicked me with knives.." I added, heading upstairs towards EJ's room to get patched up. "Oh, I hate when that happens!" Jeff shouted after me, not getting off of the couch since he had drank about 4 beers at this point and I was halfway upstairs.

"His room is sooo far." I thought to myself as I kept walking, 3-ish minutes later I finally reached EJ's room and knocked on the door. "Coming!" He shouted while getting up and walking to the door. "Hey, what do you need?" He said after he opened the door to his room. "I need to get pa- pa- pa- patched up." I said, my neck jerking a couple of times.

Jack sighed and stepped out of the doorway, allowing me to enter. "C'mon.." he said pinching the bridge of his nose. "Th- Thanks." I said as I walked into his room. "You know the drill, sit here." He said, pointing to the table thing. So I did just that and sat where I was supposed to.

"So what happened?" Jack asked. "While I wa- was out t- two of my victims nicked m- me in the sh- shhh- shoulder and side." I said as I sat there.
"Alright, take off your hoodie and shirt and set them to the side so I can examine the wounds." Jack said, getting the necessary equipment ready. I sighed and did what he asked, taking off my hoodie and shirt.

Once Jack got prepped to patch me up he turned around and walked back over to me. "Jesus Christ Toby!" He said, seeing my wounds. "Ar- Are they th- that bad?" I said, confused considering they just felt like little nicks to me. "Nicked in the shoulder and side is an understatement to what this looks like!" He said, kind of loud. Apparently there were deep gashes in my side and shoulder.

"From just looking at it, it looks like you need stitches." He said, still analyzing my wounds. "J- Jeez, I didn't realize they got me th- that bad." I said as I just cringed at the thought of having to get stitches. Even though yes, I can't feel any pain, it's still an uncomfortable sensation nonetheless.

After analyzing my wounds further for a good 3-4 minutes he began cleaning them. "Yeah no you definitely need stitches." He said as he began to prepare the needle for stitches. I sighed, just wanting to get it done and over with. He finished thoroughly cleaning my wounds and began stitching them up. It took about 5-6 minutes for each wound to be stitched up and after he was done stitching he grabbed some large Band-Aids and put them over the stitched wounds along with the role of bandage for some extra protection.

"Alright, you're all patched up, Toby." He said, waiting for me to get off the table. "Th- Thanks again Jack." I said getting off the table and grabbing my hoodie and shirt. "No problem at all Toby, it's really late so please go get rest." He said, I could tell he really wanted me to leave so he could sleep so I left his room and started heading towards my own room.

After a 10 minute walk to my room I opened the door and walked in, making sure to shut it behind me and I just plopped down onto my bed face down. "F- Finally, the comfort of m- my bed." I said, taking off my boots and getting comfortable in my bed.

( 2nd person POV )

"Mmmm.." you groaned, tossing and turning in bed. You were having a nightmare, it was about the car crash that unfortunately killed your father. "Mmm no.. come back.." you said in your sleep, beginning to cry. A minute or two passed and you just started crying loudly, you're prone to night terrors but never this bad. Maybe it has something to do with where you've been taken or who you're around.

You just screamed then woke up, you sat up a little and looked over at you digital clock. 5:00 a.m., it read. You just rubbed your face, it felt like you had been crying for a long time. "Where's the bathroom?..." you mumbled to yourself as you got up and walked over to your door. After you opened it, you decided to go knock on Masky's door and ask him where the bathroom was.

You just heard a loud groan and some shuffling around. "Coming.." you heard Masky or rather Tim speak from the other side. A moment later the door opened to reveal the tired slightly taller male. "Yes?.." he asked, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I just wanted to ask where the bathroom was." You said, wanting to splash some cold water on your face and do what you usually do in the morning. "Oh uhh yeah, follow me." He said as he stepped in into the hallway and shut his door behind him before walking towards where one of the bathrooms were.

"Sorry for waking you up.." you said, feeling a bit bad. "Nah, don't worry about it. My alarm was going to go off soon anyway." He said, reassuring you that it was ok being understanding that he was basically the only person you've really interacted with. "Are you sure?" You asked, still feeling a bit bad. "Yeah, like I said, don't worry about it." He replied.

About 10-ish minutes later we arrived at the upstairs bathroom. "Here we are, let me know if you have any trouble finding anything else." He said, patting your shoulder. "Thanks.." you said, yawning. "You're welcome." He said with a small smile before walking off back to his room.

You took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door and walking in, shutting the door behind you. You looked in the mirror for a moment before turning on the cold water, filling your hands with the water and splashing it on your face and sighing. You did everything you usually do in the morning before exiting the bathroom and heading back to your room.

On the way back to your room you ran into someone, whoever you ran into smelled foul.
"I'm so sorry!-" you quickly apologized, looking up at whoever you ran into. You froze up as soon as you saw his face. He was around 6"0' ft tall, was dressed in a white hoodie stained with new and old blood and black ripped up skinny jeans, had leather like greasy pale white skin, very greasy stringy black hair that was missing in some areas, piercing light blue eyes, burnt off eye lids, and his most recognizable feature, a smile cut deep into both of his cheeks.

He just stared right back down at you while you stared up at him, frozen in place out of fear. "Cat ripped out your tongue?" He asked, his voice was not deep but not exactly high either and it was very raspy like he was kind of dehydrated. "I-" you began to speak but you got choked up, not knowing what to say. He chuckled, a deep unsettling chuckle that left you very uncomfortable.

"Hm, well?" He said, tapping his foot while looking kinda judgemental. "I- sorry." You said before just rushing to get to your room as quickly as you could while the male was just staring at you as you left.