Ultraviolence // Tyler Joseph + Jenna Black

Interlude

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2 a.m., more specifically, 2:29 until it turned to 2:30.

The blonde sat on his bed, anxiety and delirium poking at her nerves to make her more uneasy. With her shaking hands patiently sitting in the thighs of her shaking legs, she observed the boy in front of her sharpening two objects.

Jenna Elizabeth Black was about to experience her first kill, ever, in her life, with 17 year old Tyler Robert Joseph. Apart from her, strong heaps of adrenaline roamed through his body.

In the darkness that blanketed over them, and the only source of slight illumination being the moonlight shining through the window blinds of his dark bedroom, she glanced and stared at her fingernails for a while until she went to biting them furiously.

A small smile teased the corners of Tyler's mouth when he turned around to face Jenna. In his hands were two miniature sized chef's knives; a callback to when he was 12.

Jenna blinked and picked at the tips of her holed jeans. "Uh.. okay. How long have you been..?"

He cut her off, knowing what she was about to ask. 'How long have you been planning this?' "For a while. I told you about the story when I was twelve, right?"

She nodded slowly, taking mindful consideration of 12 year old Tyler Joseph and his neighbor's dog. A sudden shiver slithered up her spine, sending her to shake a little.

"You okay?" Tyler eyed her.

Jenna nodded, giving a short smile. "I'm fine. When do we go out?"

Tyler looked at his phone, scanning his screen and noticed the time. He shut it off, sets it in his back pocket, then sighed. "Now."

The single word alone tensed Jenna even more, her heartbeat to drum so loud she could hear it in her eardrums. She slowly stood up, taking Tyler's hand who led her to his bedroom door, then carefully walked downstairs. While the two were cautiously creeping skulking around Tyler's house to reach his hallway, he rotated his head back over his shoulder to check on the timid and apprehensive blonde. Jenna caught his eye with her own nervous, pleading ones and he sent her a nonverbal signal that basically told her to monitor their surroundings. She did as she was told and sighed.

Tyler walked through the hallways of his house, dragging his knife on the walls. Jenna followed behind him, gripping her own knife. Her arms were crossed and she nervously eyed her surroundings, though it was dark and his entire family was sleeping.

He softly, yet ominously, whistled the 'Twisted Nerve' theme from Kill Bill as he continued to drag the knife on the walls. Jenna's breath grew heavy more and more when they finally reached the front door.

Tyler quietly opened it. It creaked, just as he expected. Jenna quickly directed her flashlight upstairs, anxiously moving the light and her eyes around.

He chuckled. "It's okay. Almost every door in this house creaks. They're asleep, trust me."

She slowly turned off her flashlight, straightened her posture, then cleared her throat. "Right. Right."

Tyler took a deep breath and went out the door, Jenna following behind him. The warm October air embraced his face. He took Jenna's hand once again and they ran down the sidewalk, running to a block down their neighbourhood.