Unhurtful

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

I didn't exactly know how to use a gun, but I doubt it would be hard to learn. Just pull the trigger and the victim dies. But I personally prefer knifes. With a knife you can make the victim agonize in pain right in front of your eyes. With a gun, the victim dies instantly, leaving out all the fun. But i wouldn't mind using this at all. It could save lifes. 

My life.

I then remembered the men I killed.

I glanced at the two lifeless bodies on the floor and thought about how I would ever be able to get rid of them. They were older than me, meaning they were quite obviously larger and heavier than me. I wouldn't exactly be able to get rid of two bodies in one night without anyone spotting me.

Great.

"That was quite a show". The deep voice came from the window. I turned my head back to see the 'grotesque' guy with the mask. Again.

Oh, well GREAT.

Did he forget that I nearly ended his life? And how the hell did he recover that quickly? Well, at least I assume he did. He's acting like absolutely nothing happened.

"What do you want?", my voice was quite low as I was still busy thinking how I would get rid of the bodies. I really wouldn't want them to rot in this house. Anywhere but here.

"I wondered how you would handle two men at once."

I thought about what he just said. "You were watching me?"

"I'm quite impressed" he muttered under his breath. "So what are you going to do with it?"

"Do what with what?"

The guy hardly ever made sense. He has this weird habit of changing topics all the time which can get bothersome.

Jack leaned back at the wall and crossed his arms. "The pistol"

He asked me what I'm going to do with a pistol? Yep, he is brainless.

"What do you think?"

"Shoot me?"

He loves to link everything back to him.

"If I need to, then I wont hesitate to".

The guy said nothing, and instead, he just stood beside the window and was looking at the dead bodies.

"I've got some questions to ask you". Knowing he would refuse to answer them, I took the gun out and placed in my hand. Maybe that would frighten him and get him to talk.

"Go ahead"

"And will you answer them?"

"Maybe"

I really hated it when people say 'maybe'. Cant they just give direct answers, like 'yes' or 'no'?

"Who are you?"

"Nobody important"

Urgh, what? He claimed he knew a lot about me and my past. He attempted to kill me and then survived a knife getting plunged into his stomach. He then comes back acting like nothing happened and he then says he is nobody important?

"Okay... What's your name? You could answer that, right?"

"Jack".

Making sure that's what I head... "Jack?"

Didn't sound like a name a killer would have...

"Eyeless Jack."

I think I've heard his name somewhere before. A group of detective wannabe's kept going on and on about this guy in my school. But I always thought he was a stupid myth.

I placed the gun back in my pocket, thinking I wouldn't need to use it yet.

"They're most likely going to come back".

Topic changed. Again.

I rolled my eyes, "Who?"

"Their friends". Jack pointed to the dead bodies laying beside me.

"I can handle them"

"There will be more than two men next time".

"I've got a gun. And a knife"

"You have one knife and one gun, and only one you. There will be more of them, and more guns getting shot at you".

I hated it when this guy made sense.

"I'll escape through the window." I pointed to the open window. "It worked last time".

"Last time the police didn't know about you becoming a monster. And they didn't know you would be able to escape easily. There will be more men, and they will patrol the whole house from the inside and outside"

I hesitated, knowing he had a point.

"Why are you telling me this anyway?"

"I just want you to know", after saying that, Jack flinched and placed his arm on the exact spot where I stabbed him.

There was silence for a while. Now it's time for me to change the topic. I didn't really want to think about the police coming back. I've got enough problems to deal with.. Like the bodies.

"How did you survive?" I asked him with more concern.

He glanced at me and then started to laugh.

"Think I'm not used to people always trying to kill me?" He said that with a lot of amusement in his voice.

I questioned him, "So you've been stabbed before?"

"Well, someone shot me here" he placed his hand on his shoulder. "And stabbed numerous times"

"Oh" was pretty much all I can say.

"Some people are stupid. They think they have the courage to kill a killer."

When did this turn into a general conversation? I've got other stuff to deal with.

"So you're a killer?"

"I thought I told you"

"You don't exactly look like one"

"I don't need to look like one"

"That mask makes you look... " I stopped to think what I was going to say.

"...Nothing like a killer" I looked at his mask, and wondered why he doesn't take it off.

"So why don't you take it of?"

"I don't want to"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't. This isn't your concern"

After that, I didn't really say anything. If was getting quite awkward.

"So how did you survive?"

"I just welcomed the pain and lived with it. "

"Oh?"

I looked at the time and yawned. It was past midnight, and I was exhausted.

"Well, I'm going to sleep".

I turned back and I realized that Jack wasn't even standing there anymore. I looked around the room swiftly, thinking he would be hiding, but I couldn't see him anywhere. He must be some kind of mind reader, knowing I was going to go to sleep.

I head up stairs and walked into my room. It feels so weird in here... So different. I didn't want to sleep on the sofa in the living room with those bodies still there. I'll just sleep on my bed. I haven't slept on it for quite a while.

I laid down on my bed, not going under the blanket. I put my arm over my face and went to sleep.