I woke up, and went to check in Phoebe. She's sound asleep with Jack next to her. 'They are so cute. I'm almost jealous.' I walk back to the main room. I noticed the window was open and it looked like someone had crawled in. "Jack probably didn't close it after he came in last night." I walked over to the window and closed it. I walked into the kitchen to find food, and saw a note on the counter. With a quick glance, I noticed it was for Jack. "The hell? Why in the world would someone leave him a note?"
'Eyeless Jack, we know or your relations with the mortal girl, and soon we will take her out if you cannot do this simple task yourself. We also know of your little meetings with her in the night, and in any event when you return you will be punished...' I read over the note a few times to see if I could get any understanding as to who put it there, and what their intentions were. "Hey Mistwalker, what are you reading?" I spun around and held the note behind me, as I saw Jack walking into the room. "Nothing, why do you ask?" "Because you were holding a paper and reading it." I sighed, he wasn't gonna let this go without reading the note. "I'm assuming you wanna know what it's about." He nodded, and I gave it to him.
He read it over and gasped. "No way in hell are they kil-" "JACK!" We both looked towards Phoebe's room after she screamed. Jack had bolted, faster than I could have comprehended that my short time friend was in danger. I soon came to my senses and ran to Phoebe's room, my heart pounding in my chest. I walked in and gasped. "Wh..W..what happened?" I managed to stutter, while looking around the room. Jack was holding Phoebe's body, sobbing.
"They did this." He gently put her body down. "Jack, who is this 'they'? And why would they do this to her?" He looked at me and I saw him twitch. "Jack, are y-" "Someone has to pay." He said, looking at the ground. "Uhm, Jack are you-" "You'll pay! You already tried to kill her!" He looked up and twitched again. He slowly walked towards me, letting me slip to the kitchen and grab a knife. I grabbed one and held it at the ready, so if Jack did try to take me out, I could at least defend myself. "Mistwalker! Where are you?" I gulped, and walked into the living room, scared for my life. I knew how protective he was of Phoebe.
'I can try and sneak out, that might be better. Or I can announce my presence, and get killed.' I think, as I stuck to the wall to try and sneak out. A floorboard creaked right before the door. "Damnit!" I mumbled under my breath as Jack looked in my direction. "I wonder how long I can make you bleed. How long I can torture you. How long until you die." I pressed my back flat against the door, slightly shaking in fear. "Jack, calm down. I don't know who killed her and you full well know it wasn't me." He growled low in his throat. "Someone needs to pay for her death. Someone needs to die." He was a few steps away from me. "Jack, are you okay?" I asked, trying my hardest to keep my life. "My Phoebe's been taken from me. I'm just fine." To make his point, he jabbed his scalpel towards my chest. I sucked in my breath so I could be farther away from him and his scalpel.
He suddenly shot his hand forward, embedding his scalpel into my chest, in the dead center. I looked at him, eyes wide, as I could feel my heart beat faster and my blood running out from the cut. He ripped it out and blood spewed out of my chest. "Jack, don't." I say, almost softer than a whisper, feeling light headed and weak. He then jabbed my chest again, right in my heart. I looked at him one last time before falling to my knees. My vision blurred before blacking out, as I lost feeling to my whole body.
BAD END
