Distance||Eyeless Jack

Seven

[Guess who did the art for today's chapter! This weirdo! *pointing to self* Please don't look it's really bad! Heh, and I'm gonna end this at about fifteen to twenty five chapters. So, yep. Also, trigger warning. Suicide-like mention like right below this. Aaaand, Prepare to hate me. I may or may my have killed off one of the characters in this chapter. But not Jack.]

Jars were stacked up, containing moldy, mushy-looking reddish things. But, that wasn't what Jack was staring blankly at.

It was the body hanging from a noose in the center of it all. Some jars had been smashed, their contents forming puddles around them. The body was spinning, slowly, slowly, and when Jack saw it's face, he took a few shaky steps backward.

"B-Ben?"

Everything seemed to fade into nothingness, and he found himself unable to stand without the aide of the wall. "Ben? Why?" But it hadn't been suicide.

No.

This had just happened. He could still feel some heat radiating off the body. Ben couldn't have done this to himself.

A piece of paper had been slipped under Ben's belt, and it fluttered with every swaying motion of his body.

Hand shaking, Jack reached for it, only to find he had to get closer before he could get it.

So he did, retrieving the paper and shuffling back to the wall.

Jack,

I thought I'd leave you a little present.

Sorry about the mess.

But I think someone like you wouldn't mind.

I'll see you again soon.

Perhaps sooner than you think.

The note fell from Jack's hand, and spiraled gracefully down to the floor, where it landed in the contents of a jar.

Jack's hand slid off of the wall, and he found himself on his knees, and without his mask, inky black tears could flow like blood from his eyes.

As he sat here, still not quite to terms with the fact that Ben was dead, he had a thought.

"What if they're after the others too."

This sobering thought cleared his mind, and he pushed himself back up, still shaky, but composed.

He was determined to save the others at all costs.

In memory of the Hyrulian who's body would remain undisturbed here.

It was the least he could do for his fallen friend.

He left the room in a hurry, leaving behind both the mysterious corpse and Ben's body.

He wiped a few smudged black tears off of his cheeks and made his way back to the couch. Cockroaches were no concern anymore.

What he'd just witnessed was far worse than anything a pathetic cockroach could do.

The old couch creaked under him as he lay back down, but he late it no mind, and closed his eyes.

[Next chapter is a dream. Kay? So, prepare yourself for lots of fire.] =)