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

Chapter 46: The arrangement

Note:

This chapter contains vulgar language, abuse and slight gore, Be prepared!

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You saw his hands twitching. His anger was taking over; his impulsive behavior controlled every movement, every action... Just like adrenaline controlled yours. When you saw him raising his hammer even further, ready to slam it down onto your skull and crack it into thousand pieces you closed your eyes.

It was more out of a reflex than actually wanting it, but you would've closed them anyway. You didn't want to look death right in the eyes as you waited for the fatal blow. Yet it felt as if you were waiting hours already, as if the whole world had stopped. You didn't hear anything, no breathing, no cry... Not even the sound of breaking bones.

With slight hesitation you opened one of your eyes a little; peering through the small slit in order to see what was going on. Was he waiting? Waiting for you to open your eyes, waiting to surprise you with a flash attack? He wanted you to see the end?

But instead of what you had expected to see, you saw Masky still standing with the hammer raised above his head. However his hands were shaking, as if some unrealistic force was pulling the hammer closer to the ground, as if gravity suddenly increased.

When you dared to open both of your eyes you saw that it wasn't gravity who rescued you from your ill fate. It was the usually calm and collected hooded man. With one hand he was holding onto the hammer, standing right behind Masky.

"We can arrange something." His dark voice spoke. His hood directed towards you as Masky still stood with the hammer in his hands. You saw the masked man slowly bringing the hammer down, still in his dangerous hands, but a little less close to your body.

You heard Masky snort, probably angry that his plan had been thwarted. He turned towards the hooded man, the anger still flowing off of him as you now actually saw how large the guy really was. You didn't dare to blink, or to look away. Masky was impulsive, uncontrollable.

He could come at you any second, without provoking.

"Arrange? What the fuck is this shit Brian?! You're seriously thinking of giving this piece of shit what she wants?" You heard the rage in his voice, no... You could actually feel the ground shaking because of his hatred towards you. You lifted yourself up a little by your arms, staring at both killers while you felt liquid dripping over your cheeks and onto your chin.

"We're here to send a message not raveling in the joy of killing. We need people to spread the word, to make humans aware of our power. These victims are the best solution." Hoodie took distance from his partner, who was still shaking out of anger.

"So you'll let my friends go?" Before you even knew it, the words nearly flew out of your mouth, yet it didn't go without any pain. Speaking proved to be troublesome for you as your jaw didn't want to cooperate. It felt as if it was stuck in one position, as if there was a rusty hinge on one side.

However you soon forgot about all that when you recalled what Hoodie had said. Your eyes widened as your heartbeat increased. Not because you were afraid, but because the hope, the light which had kept you standing all this time, returned into your life.

You really had the upper hand here; you really could use the code for the safety of your friends. You sat up straight, completely ignoring and forgetting the excruciating pain felt in your hand and face. Your eyes shifted towards Hoodie and then to Masky.

From the way Hoodie was speaking, you knew that he had this in mind all along. He wasn't stupid. Yet he didn't stop Masky from abusing you, watching as his masked companion kicked your body around probably gave him some sick kind of pleasure.