Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 83: Which way to go?

Note:
This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore. Be prepared!

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A chain small enough to be a necklace.

You followed the chain, tugging at it and maneuvering your hands underneath the dead body. It was then you felt the familiar shape of the object, the shape you so desperately wanted to have in your hands.

It was the key.

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Your heart skipped a beat and you had to keep yourself from crying out loud in pure excitement and relief. Your hand clenched itself tightly around the small object, not letting go of it before you knew you were completely safe.

Tugging at the key itself did nothing but add resistance and the sane part of your mind kept you from tugging at Lola's spine. Realizing that you weren't going to get the necklace off by brute force you quickly followed the chain.

The key followed around it with you until it was stopped. You knew you had found the opening of the necklace. However, your fingers were as cold as ice and your broken hand was devoid of any feeling or detailed movement.

You clenched the little circle in between your cold digits of the 'broken' hand as your other hand began to fumble with the small lock. You had no nails left so each time you had managed to hook your finger behind the silver bulge it wouldn't move an inch.

The leftover parts of the organs and maggots made your fingers slippery and your patience had been running thin the moment you had stepped out of your room. Biting your lip you held your breath in utter concentration, prying the lock loose.

With a soft grunt you had opened the necklace, quickly grabbing the key and pulling it away from Lola's body.

The little light that came from the hallway only showed the contours of the object, but it was enough to know that it indeed was the key. A feeling of ecstasy overwhelmed you, knowing that a powerful weapon was now safely into your hands.

You held it to your heart tightly, thanking whomever above that you had remembered. Suddenly a pang of shame slithered through your veins, shaking your entire body through and through.

Without any regard for Lola's withering body you had desperately searched for the key. You had poked her, touched her... Of course, she was dead. She wouldn't... No... Couldn't feel anything... Still... The more human part inside yourself told you it was wrong.

It was wrong to dig inside her body like she is merely a barrel filled with food. Your eyes slid over the mess of bones and your heart ached by the thought it was once your friend. In one mere moment, thinking of the ultimate 'power', you had completely forgotten about that fact.

Shame on you for turning into one of them. For turning into monsters purely because you want something. This key... Should not be seen as a weapon. It should be seen as a promise. And you had promised long ago to free your friends.

Huh... A key to free...

That's a nice thought.

Deciding to give Lola a silent prayer, asking her for her forgiveness you closed your eyes for a mere second. You couldn't afford to lose more time than you already had, so after 5 seconds you sprung up from the cold ground.

Your head turned towards the door, the adrenaline and frenzy were slowly being replaced with more caution and awareness. This wasn't like taking a stroll through the park. You knew that the way up would be even riskier...