Lullabies (Hoodie x E.Jack)

6

Hoodie charged through mud puddles and jumped over fallen branches. He had the book, and killed the guy like he was supposed to. But now he had to return the baby he stole as a bribe to get into the house. On his speeding ride back Hoodie had checked his phone and had received three missed calls from Jack, no messages. This worried Hoodie like no other so he sprinted through the wet forest. The mission so far was a success, but that was only if he could get the kid back. Also, there was a fight but it's not like he's the one who died. Almost, again, but not quite. So much for listening to Jack.

Hoodie paused long enough to rip off his mask and cough. Shoving the wet mask into his pocket he continued at full steam. The guy had gotten him good, with one good punch he had managed to slice the inside of Hoodie's cheek open. That's what really started the fight, and the cut was not a pleasant feeling. The proxy worried what Jack would do about it. He knew Jack could handle himself around blood, but would often baby Hoodie when he even got so much as a paper cut.

In truth Hoodie adored being papered by Jack but that wasn't the point. Hoodie wasn't sure if Jack would freak out with the condition he was in and running back out with or if Jack was going to force him to stay and clean up some of his wounds.

Hoodie tore through the woods, understanding he had left the cannibal with the kid for almost entire night. It was early morning, about five or six. It would naturally be dark at this time but the pouring ran and huge raindrops made it feel like midnight all over again. Spitting blood to the side Hoodie could see Jack's place and pushed out enough energy to send him flying to the house.

Throwing the door open he stopped all together, losing all the momentum he had. He stared at Jack as the rain danced on the roof.

The cannibal was practically asleep, bobbing his head back and fourth against the couch as a differently language mumbled passed his lips in a lullaby fashion. "..Bonne nuit, mon ange. Maintenant c'est l'heure de dormir. Et il y a encore tellement de choses que j'ai envie de dire,.."

Hoodie stood taking in the sight before him, listing to the French that Jack mumbled. Next to his feet was two empty cases of beer.

Jack could feel something staring at him stopped singing. "Hoodie?"

"Jack,." Hoodie responded after a moment.

Sighing the flesh eater sat up gently. "Thank god you're back. What the hell were you thinking, leaving me with a child!" He whispered and stumbled when he stood. "I have to piss like no tomorrow and Slobber wouldn't stop crying! What the hell were you thinking!?"

Stepping in and closing the door Hoodie ran his fingers through his soaked hair. "Hey, I'm sorry. I needed to take her somewhere."

"Here Hoodie! Here! This is where you decide to take her? To a damn cannibals house?"

"It was the only place Jack!"

Thunder rumbled and Jack flinched. "Gah! You could have at least told me, called me, something!"

Shaking his head Jack stayed where he was standing. Hoodie crossed the room and squeezed the water out of his mask and gloves.

"Look man, I'm sorry okay? You weren't the one running through a damn typhoon to get here, and you're not going to run back out into it!" As soon as he said this Hoodie knew he was picking a fight. But all Jack had to do was watch the kid for a few hours, he wasn't running half way across hells acres and getting hit with a damn chair.

"What!" Jack said, losing his rising worry and replacing with growing anger. "Oh yeah, I couldn't tell it was raining like hell Hoodie. Nope, not at all. And what the hell do you mean running back out into it!?"