Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 12: Aftermath

Seriously? Already over a 100 hearts?! You people are amazing!

Note:
This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore, be prepared!

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"How are you, (Y/N)?" Your attention went from the still ticking clock towards the elderly woman sitting in the chair across you. Your hand immediately went to your head, feeling the rough fabric of the bandage which was covering your forehead and back of your head.

It was still dry, meaning the bleeding had stopped. You gave a deep sigh out of relief before realizing you had to answer this woman. You had only woken up a few hours ago, lying in some sort of medical room. Bandages were covering your head, hand and your lower back.

You only remembered you pushing the red button, but everything else was just one big black blur. Now you had to talk to this FBI agent. She looked a lot nicer than all those men in black suits and with no expression on their faces whatsoever, but you knew this was wrong.

You had experienced more of these moments, where someone would sit opposite of you and then telling you some horrible news. This woman was just waiting for you to say that you're fine, before continuing on a less appropriate matter.

"Could have been better." You answered bitterly, being honest just because you could. There was no need to act all tough here, by escaping killers twice they now know you are. The woman only nodded at you, keeping up her sweet smile.

"I can understand that, you've been through a lot." She can understand that? SHE can understand THAT? What the hell is she talking about? She never had to run from killers, she never heard her friends being dragged away and killed. How in the world can she even think that she understands you?

When this talk is over SHE will go back home to her husband and children, she will be able to hold them. She can call anyone she wants, talk to anyone. You won't. Her life goes on but yours already stopped. You wanted to tell her this, you wanted to be angry at her for telling you that she understood.

But you didn't.

You realized this was just a bad choice of words, but yelling at her isn't going to change the situation. It isn't her fault that you are here. You only nodded at her, trying to take your focus off of her and to something different. Not that there was much to focus on in the room anyway.

"There is something I need to tell you." You then looked up at the woman, curiosity taking over she had finished the sentence. However when you looked at her expression you weren't so sure whether you wanted to hear it.

You were right, this was bad.

"In that last attack on you, when that man came out of the TV..." You knitted your eyebrows together at this. How did she know what happened? You sure didn't tell anyone yet who made those wounds.

"Your friend, Rayne. She was taken a few minutes before he tried to take you." Again, your world shattered into a thousand pieces. Rayne was taken. The last remaining of your friends has been taken too. You would be next. You tried to say something, but nothing came out.
Your mouth was extremely dry and it went up and down, like a fish on dry land. You wondered if Rayne felt the same fear as you did, you wondered whether Rayne fought back too.

Or even had the chance to do it.

All your hopes of ever escaping those killers had disappeared. If they could come into a building this secured without any efforts, you knew that no place was safe. You wanted to be angry at these people, screaming at them and asking if they did everything in their power to prevent it.