Outcast (A JTK x Reader)

Chapter 9

Reader's P.O.V.

After getting ready in the morning, I trudged downstairs with knives and gun-in-hand, ready to train again. It had been a full week of nothing but training. I didn't feel like I was making progress, but I knew I was.

Just very slowly.

I admit, I felt like sitting down all day today, but I also felt the need to prove to myself that I could accomplish something. Maybe I would accept myself.

At the bottom of the staircase, I saw that the entire kitchen was empty. It was also very drafty. My body skittered over to the light in the kitchen, the only source of warmth in the room. My arms crossed and moved up and down, in attempt to warm myself up even more. I made toast and sat on the couch, turning on the television.

I growled. It had been 2 hours already. Where the fuck was everyone? I stood up and took my phone out of my pocket to call Tim, but a figure descended from the stairway. It was Toby. He was in a loose long-sleeved shirt and boxer-like shorts

"What the h-hell are you doing up a-hat this ho-ur?" Toby asked, groggily. I could ask him the same thing. "I just thought it was time to train...It usually is at this time." I answered. He yawned and chuckled. "Well....some of us are human obviously and..." "And..?" I questioned, not catching on. The killer groaned, "You're not very bright, are you?" I glared. After a moment, Toby spoke, "We need sleep. We need a day to take a break." I nodded, now understanding.

As Toby cascaded up the stairs, I sighed in relaxation. Yessss. I needed this. I trudged back up my stairs to sleep but realized at the last minute that I wasn't even tired. Deciding to watch some Netflix, I got on my account (yes, they have wifi. How else would they get information on victims and shit?....stalking I guess but....whatever) I watched Dexter. The show was intriguing and sometimes funny to me.

I kept on watching for an hour. I paused, realizing that killing and torturing was a reality for the residents of this house. My mind flicked back to Jeff. It was hard to understand the motives and thoughts of that man. I had caught him trudging to his room a couple times, leaving trails of blood behind. I didn't have to think about it to know that it wasn't his own. He was a very strong person. I jolted up, trying to stop myself from thinking about him anymore. If I continued to think about Jeff, I knew I would eventually become attached to him. And that wasn't a good road to go down, considering he wasn't a good person to get involved with. Not that he would ever accept anyone's feelings.

I growled, desperately trying to think of something else. As if on cue, Jeff came in the room. I groaned out loud. Snickering, he retorted, "Someone's not happy to see me." My face heated up. Why did I do that out loud? I kicked myself mentally. A scene on the TV came on where Dexter was torturing a guy. The screams rang through the room. My eyes traveled up to Jeff's face to see his reaction. He had sat himself down on the couch, watching intently, "I don't remember us owning this movie...." I told him how it was a show and not a movie. I also explained to him that it was running on my Netflix account. He sighed and chuckled in a sneering way, "This guy's doing it wrong. There's blood everywhere." "He must be pretty good, I mean he is a police officer besides a murderer. He's managed to keep his cover for a while." I said thoughtfully. The killer scoffed, "Not if this was real life." I let out a giggle but covered my mouth. I glanced over at him. It was hard to read his expression with his distorted face but I could see the slight confusion in it.

Shrugging, I got up to get a glass of water. I saw my reflection in the window and cupped my face with my hands. I hadn't realized my face was red. Oh god....I hope he didn't see me like this. I don't want him to get the wrong idea. Once I had finished getting my glass of water, I pressed my face up against it in an attempt to cool it down a bit.

I walked into the room only to find Jeff had disappeared. Despite my denial, I couldn't help but feel slight disappointment. I missed his strange company. It was always a mystery of what he was going to do next. It made my heart beat slightly faster. I kind of liked the feeling.

Sighing, I decided I was done watching TV and stepped out of the house after getting dressed for the weather outside. As soon as my foot hit the floor, a hand grabbed my collar, which choked me on impact. I touched my throat. "What the hell?!" I turned to see Tim. "Sorry, but you still have to finish your chores before you leave the house. and you need one of us to go with you outside so you don't escape.." I groaned. 'escape'......was this a prison? It was strange because I had forgotten I was being held against my will.

After cleaning up after everyone, and myself after throwing up at the sight of intestines, I tried to find someone to walk with. I ended up walking with Laughing Jack since he was the only person willing to take a stroll. "I usually like to stay inside, but since we're friends.." I thought about it. I would normally be scared as hell of him but...he was being strangely nice to me. I smiled. "Yeah...thanks for walking with me." It was hard for me to establish friendships back when I was younger. I was in one...but it was unhealthy.

We reached a tree and took a break. "How are things going for you, kid?" he asked. "Honestly, I'm kinda bored." I sighed. The clown raised a brow, "Really?" "Yeah....I don't know....things seem so slow for me right now." He raised a finger to rest on his chin. "Hm?" I gave him a quizzical look. Suddenly, he jumped up excitedly, "Oh!" he laughed, "I have an idea!" he exclaimed. I gave him a hesitant look, "I won't die, will I?" "I don't think so.." he trailed. "Jack-" "Shhhh....you won't, I'll make sure of that," he assured, putting his long fingers to my mouth to shut me up. I sighed, "What exactly are we doing?" As he grabbed my hand, leading me. "Can't tell youuuu~." I groaned in annoyance as he led me through some shrubs.