Cruelest Of Hearts~Eyeless Jack X Reader

Chapter 30 Time's Up

There was a certain breathtakingly wild beauty hidden inside the white days of winter.

Everything had been covered by the softest yet heaviest sheet of the purest white snow after an endless night of continuous blizzard, with the snowflakes cascading the vast skies gracefully and decorating the cold hard ground with nothing but pure beauty. The tall trees of the forest had their branches completely covered, acquiring what could be considered as white leaves of snow, making their black bole come in contrast with the beauty around them; it was a surreal scenery to be looking at, since the various shades of white mixed with black served to make Heaven and Hell collide with one another in a dangerous embrace that could both be deceiving as well as beautiful. The skies were covered by a thick sheet of white clouds which appeared to be peaceful right now, but to the trained eye of any living creature that called the forest it's home, it was easy to see that there was another blizzard coming tonight; maybe this was why all life seemed to have disappeared from the once lively forest, all creatures running to find cover for the cold night that was ahead of them.

The cold wind was coursing through the tall trees and gently wrapping the whole forest inside a cold blanket, making every breath drawn by a creature with body heat to come out as nothing more than a cloud of vapor. It was truly extremely cold to be wandering around.

That applied to the living creatures of course.

A steady sound of wood being cut in two was the only thing which disturbed the silence of nature, apparently coming from the only small lake existing inside these steep hills; it would be nearly impossible to find it without help and the tall mountains which surrounded it, offered their own grand protection. Next to this secure lake was the small cabin which Jack decided to occupy along with _______, using their surroundings to their own advantage. The small building had been almost completely covered by the snow by now and even if the chimney never seized to produce black smoke from the burning fireplace, it was still too hard to locate it; that of course, if nobody heard the eyeless man chopping away wood for the impending blizzard tonight.

It was the first time in a long while that Jack had been dripping with sweat which cascaded the black skin of his forehead and sturdy back, only heightened by the extreme heat the man was experiencing from his tiring and hard chore. The extremely sharpened axe he was holding steadily among his hands had acquired a rhythmical pace, moving up and down with what would be considered more power than necessary, slicing the wood just as easily as a knife slashes warm butter; those poor pieces of wood were being cut in half with such an extreme power, that their pieces would frequently be catapulted towards multiple directions, with the man paying them no mind until they increased in numbers. Then, he would seize his actions for just a little bit and move around in a circle to gather up the wood and throw them on a certain spot he chose to gather them, before taking the axe in his gloved hands once again and continuing on. It hadn't quite occurred to the eyeless man that he had cut wood for more than simply tonight; the huge pile was surely enough to pass a whole week without repeating the process at all and keeping the fireplace burning all day and night.

Still, Jack continued. Even if he was finally out of breath. Even if he was literally bathed in sweat.

Because this strenuous job was exactly what he needed to avoid thinking at all. It was more than simply strange for the otherwise sharp-minded and ready-to-act killer to keep himself from making even the slightest of thoughts, but it was surely what he needed at the moment to keep his murderous nature and impulsive urges at bay and under his complete control. In the past, he used to pride himself in being completely cold and collected no matter what dangers or foes lurked in front of him, and even went so far as to mock the hot-blooded natures of the rest of the killers that resided inside this cursed forest, yet right now, he understood them completely. He was feeling the very same anger urges like them. This is why he chose to chop wood today. This is why he purposely kept his gaze fixated on the large pieces of wood in front of him and carefully away from the windows of the house, from where your delicate self passed every now and then, going around with the chores of the house or just sitting to enjoy a TV show. Oh, no. He avoided looking at your form as if a mere glance on your frail self would be the final trigger to push him off the edge of what was left of his sanity. Who knew what the hell would happen then... and who knew if he would be able to prevent himself before doing any permanent damage.