Masks Off (Proxies X Reader)

Chapter 10

!!TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF MURDER!!

e/c = eye color
s/c = skin color
h/c = hair color

Y/N's POV

"What... the fuck...." 

The woman examined her surroundings; it was opaque and silent. She searched for any source of light, but couldn't find any. She didn't know where she was, nor how she got there; similar to when she first arrived at the mansion.

"Anyone there?" She called out. Silence rained harder than a storm.

"Okay, this shit ain't funny! Who's playin' a prank on me? Hoodie you bastard, come out!" She hollered once again but to no success.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light knocked her on her behind. She yapped out in shock and shielded her eyes, in fear of blinding herself. When she felt it was safe, she took a peek.

The girl saw a cloud that was recreating like some sort of flashback. There was a little girl, no older than Sally, and a man who looked to be her dad; he was pushing her on a swing. The girl had h/c hair and big, e/c eyes. Her skin was s/c and the father looked just like her; they seemed to be having fun.

'Why does this... Why does this feel so... Familiar?'

Just then, a woman came into the picture. She began to shout harshly at the man and  the child. This woman looked different from the man, but almost the same as the child. She had h/c too, but darker and all greased up. The man soon began screaming back, taking the child into his arms and clutching her tightly. The child soon began to cry, fear glazing over her eyes. The mother then started reaching for the child, but the father stepped back. He and the child soon fled the scene, the mom following close behind.

"Jesus Christ." The girl brought her hands to her mouth. "Wait a minute..."

A memory soon flickered in her brain.

It was Y/n.

She suddenly remembered her family history; every single thing hit her like a bus. Her parents used to fight continuously over her, over every single thing; how she dressed, what she ate, who she hung out with... When she was nine, however, her dad had mysteriously drowned. He was found with cinder blocks tied to his ankles and a bag over his head. Y/n's mother was the main suspect, but the police didn't have enough evidence to link her to the crime. After he was gone, her mother would continuously beat Y/n and her sisters. She would drink and do drugs and would even sometimes leave the kids on their own for weeks on end.

"You... b-bastard... Why... Why would you do that...?" Warm tears rolled down Y/n's cheeks as she started to choke on her own saliva, hacking and choking harshly out of nowhere.

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Y/n abruptly heard a voice call her name; it was opaque and masculine. She soon felt something poke at her, and suddenly, just like that, she was back on the medical table with EJ shaking her awake.

"Y/N!" She heard him call. She groaned in pain and slowly opened her eyes.

"Gr-Grpnh... Wh-What happened?" She gasped in pain. She tried to sit up, but instantly regretted it. Sharp pains stabbed at her stomach and hips, comparable to but way worse than menstrual pain. She inhaled sharply through clenched teeth as EJ held her down.

"Don't get up. I've just stitched your stomach together. You weren't waking up, so I had to shake you." He explained. Y/n looked down at herself and saw a long, large stitch trail from the rim of her pants to the top of her belly. She glanced at EJ and cocked an eyebrow.

"...What did you do to me?"

"I looked inside you and found that some of your organs are... distinct, in a way..." He suddenly went quiet.

"What the hell does that mean...?"

"To put it simply, you've been infected by a demon, Y/n. The energy that you were exposed to, that you've breathed in, has been slowly irreversibly affecting your body... It is turning you into a demon."

Y/n's whole world instantly shut down. Her head started and would not stop spinning. The air suddenly felt thin and she couldn't think straight, no matter how hard she tried. She looked down at herself, at her body; the body that had been supposedly changing without her knowledge. She didn't want to believe it, but after that episode, she knew that it was true.

Was this going to be her life now? Worrying about transforming into some blood-thirsty, ravaging demon with a taste for human organs and flesh? Or was she going to become a skinwalker, something that thrived off of the skin of humans and could never transform back into the way they once were? 

"WHAT!?"

'This has to be a joke, right...?'

"Y/n, your blood and several of your organs aren't human; I've tasted your blood compared to a pure human sample I have, and there were huge contrasts between the two." He explained. Y/n swallowed hard as tears slipped out of her eyes. She sat up, disregarding the piercing aches of her abdomen.

"J-Jack... what does this mean...?" She choked on her own words.

"Everyone in this estate needs to know what they will be living with." He told her, pulling open a drawer in his bedside table. He then took out a phone, dialed a number, and glanced over at Y/n as he spoke.

"Hello? ...Yes, it's me... ...Please gather everyone in the cafeteria, it's important... ...Yes, I have her, and I'll explain when we get there... ...Thank you." EJ mumbled, then hung up.

"Wh-Where's the cafeteria...?" 

"It's a room affixed to the kitchen. We're going there to tell everyone." He explained. She then slowly began to stand up, the pain jabbing at her causing presumably the worst aching she'd ever experienced.

"I have some painkillers that you can take." He handed her a pill bottle. She incoherently popped two into her mouth and swallowed them dry. The two of them then proceeded to head for the cafeteria, Y/n shoving the bottle of pills into her pocket.

"Wh-What's gonna happen to me...?"

"Nothing, hopefully... Most likely some regulated exercise on how to control your urges. We have some people here who specialize in that sort of training."

Her nerves were a tangled mess; she wasn't sure how to answer.

The two of them soon made their way downstairs and into the kitchen. EJ then turned to her, noticing her uncomfortable expression and how she looked like she could projectile vomit any moment now. "It's going to be alright." He patted her shoulder gently. She shrugged and looked up at the door with despondent eyes. She was so scared; she wasn't given enough time to get every single thing that she was told processed in her head. But, even though she wasn't at all sure about what she was going to tell the others, the doorknob was twisted open.