Outcast (A JTK x Reader)

Chapter 16

I groaned and wiped the sweat that was seeping off my forehead. I made sure to keep my head straight as I stared at the man who was crouching in a fiighting stance, knife in hand. "Well? You gonna make a move or do I have to?" His voice came out scratchy, yet it seemed excited. A grin threatened to spread on my lips.

I know it was not normal to swing a sword at someone you had grown slightly fond of. It made me excited to train with him though. By the look on his face, he looked like he was having a peachy time as well. It was kind of stupid, but I felt like the more we trained, the more a kind of bond between us would grow. Then again I was just a silly teenage girl. It made me annoyed the continuous thoughts, romanticizing Jeff would pop into my head every now and then. This was wrong. He was simply just an unstable person who was forced to make me like him, violent.

I shook my head, looking at the lime green tree tops sway in the warm breeze. I needed to focus. Focus, (Y/N). This is serious. You have a test to take. One where you have to be as fit and prepared as possible. I hated tests, academic or not. I took a step, rushing at the killer and bringing my blade down towards his head. He blocked it with his knife and threw a punch towards my stomach. My body had gotten in more shape since I started practicing with the man again. I arched my side, leaning sideways and dodging his fist. I grabbed his arm in attempt to throw him to the ground. The plan backfired as he jerked his muscle inwards, spinning me into his arms, not very gracefully, as he brought his blade to my throat. I closed my eyes and sighed. He had beaten me again. I did feel a sliver of tension. The thought of him possibly acting on his attack and proceeding to draw the jagged knife against my throat. I tried not to think about it.
       "Drop your sword kid." I could hear the pride in his voice.
I shook my head and kept a straight face "What if I don't?" I asked and raised my brow.  He couldn't see it but a grin was threatening to spread across my face again.  He dug the blade a little deeper into my throat.  "At this point it would be wise to do as I say,  whether it's me or not." He somewhat joked.  I nodded and did as he said.  I could sense the adrenaline leaving him and he let go of me.  He seemed a little out of breath, which was very unusual.  As I observed him I could sense he was holding onto something.  It was if he wanted to say something.
"What is it?" I asked and rested my hands on my hips.
"You uh...." He trailed off.  His voice was low and mumbling.  I smiled a bit "What?"
I was very curious truth to be told.  If he was reluctant to say something it was probably important,  or flattering especially. 
"You've gotten stronger." He said and rubbed the back of his neck.  That grin threatening to spread couldn't be held back any longer.  The dam broke.  I finally ended up laughing with the huge grin on my face.  I couldn't even say anything.  I was speechless.  Even Jeff looked at me oddly as I let it all flow out.  Finally after a moment, I calmed down.  "T-thanks." I giggled lightly,  still possessing that grin on my face.  He was silent for a while. I tried tipping my head at an angle where I could get a better view of his face.  I managed to see a glimpse before he noticed and pulled back. He seemed confused at my reaction.  Maybe he didn't quite understand how love works-more specifically,  hormones.
"I want to go into town with you..." He trailed.  I looked at him surprised.  It would be nice but with his appearance and all....
I guess I must have had an odd look after he said that because he quickly corrected himself.
"Just to buy supplies and stuff."
"Won't you be worried I'll run away?"
He shook his head and slowly faced the afternoon sun. "Nah.... I know how the mind works.... You're too attached to the mansion...to us who live there." He pulled out his signature knife "Plus I'd find ya eventually,  probably soon after.  And give you a piece of my mind." Then,  with an edgy voice he grumbled "and you don't wanna see what's on my mind."
He was probably right though.  Who knows what could be hiding inside his head,  sheltered by flesh and bone and tissue.  But he was right,  even though it was hard to admit it.  I had grown attached to the place,  especially because of Sally.  Children and animals always reached my heart and kept a tight grip on it. 
I nodded "Yeahh.... I suppose you're right."  He nodded and sighed deeply. "Let's go then."
I scratched my head "Go? Go where?  Home?"
Jeff looked at me like I was an idiot "Nooo,  to town." I scratched my head "Right now??" He nodded "Yeeep." He paused "Actually we should wait till it gets dark.  That way people. Won't notice me as much." I scratched my head.  It sounded pretty risky but then again this guy went out on the streets all the time.  I nodded and fixed my dusty shirt. He waited as my hands flattened out the waves of wrinkles in it.  "You comin or what? " He gruffed loudly and I nodded.  "Yes of course." I said and stumbled,  catching up to his larger figure. 
We walked around in the woods til night and conversed. I kept staring at our feet, kicking rocks along the way and stomping on old, dead leaves. It was embarrassing to look him in the face.
It had gotten hot at one point and unzipped my sweatshirt to reveal a tank top.  Now it was chilly so I quickly untied the sleeves from my waist and put it back on. I guess the workout from training had gotten me hot. I could feel his icy gaze glance down at me as I kept walking. I couldn't help but shudder as I zipped the garment up. The blood rising to my cheeks did help with warmth though, and it distracted me enough to forget about the cold temperature. In fact it distracted me the whole walk down to town. I couldn't help but smile, glad to be within civilization again and not stuck up in that isolating mansion. Ok, ok,  I know that it was filled with people. But right now it felt great to be with people of my own....kind. People with morals like me. The town lights gave me a comfy feeling. A warmth that made me relax a bit more. I saw a cafe and immediately could go for a warm drink or something. "Uh....erm.... Jeff?" I said in a  subtle tone.
"What is it?" He mumbled.  "Could we go in there?" I asked, pointing to the coffee shop. "No...we have more important things to do." He sighed, his eyes rolling. They looked glassy in the soft yellow town lights, reflecting the light as if they were polished marble.
"Like what?" I murmured,  looking back up to get glimpse at his expression. All of the sudden this dark ambiance surrounded him. I could sense it anyways. His smile grew genuine and twisted.  His eyes slowly turned down to me "You'll see...."
I squinted my eyes and then looked away. Whatever the killer had planned was not good. I felt the urge to walk away. Walk away from it all. But I knew I couldn't. That would probably take me back to where I was in the first place,  locked up in the mansion or worse.
I didn't dwell on it as I saw the male a good distance from me so I jogged a bit to catch up with him. Eventually we came upon a neighborhood. We were slowly stretching out into the suburbs as there was nothing but houses around. We waited a bit before loud obnoxious talking was heard. It was coming from two middle aged people, presumably a couple. They went on to talk about regular life drama and family issues, discussing how to get their son out of JDC. I saw Jeff's lips purse as soon as they said that word. Maybe he had some sort of history with the place. The guy wouldn't really say what had happened to him or anything about him of that matter.
We waited for the people to go inside, then he started towards the house "Are you gonna....." I said a bit uncertain. He didn't answer but I assumed it was a yes.  Part of me felt a bit angry and disappointed that he would bring me to town just to kill someone for his own wants and purposes. I thought we would do something normal at least, before we had to go back to the building full of oddities.  But then...he was one of them after all.  "You comin or what?" His brash voice whispered harshly. I sighed, my face grew into a disappointed frown as I began to follow him. 
We snuck inside through the windows. "Pft....idiots." He scoffed in a mocking tone, "They can't even manage to lock the fucking windows." He opened it up with silent ease. He was probably used to doing things like this. Goddamn, how many people leave their windows unlocked? As he crawled in, making sure not to make a ruckus, he turned to look down at me who was still outside "Well? Get in here! We can't waist time." He whispered in an annoyed voice.   
I bit my lip and tried to get inside without making noise,  just like him. I did make a little noise and the look in his eyes right after signaled me to stay out of his way. 'Well I'm sorry I haven't broken into someone's house before. -√- '
Our footsteps didn't make too much noise thankfully. The floor was carpet and it wasn't the creaky kind. Looking around  the room,  these people looked like normal middle class people. There were lots of family pictures and cheesy sayings hung up on the walls. I would've loved to live there since I hadn't stayed in a place quite as nice as this,  y'know,  when I was normal. Jeff sighed and shook his head "Aight,  how bout you stay down here and look out in case anybody comes,  ok?"
I exhaled in relief  "Oh thank god.  I thought you were gonna make me watch you murder them." He shrugged "I do love and audience but I'm not gonna make you..." He turned and mumbled something away from me along the lines of "Though my audience members are usually hostages...".....Well it was nice he didn't consider me a hostage... I think. Nah,  he didn't. If I was I wouldn't get to roam around outside with him.
My thoughts had passed the time as I had soon heard screams upstairs and the loud,  muffled, laughter of Jeff. It was laced with toxic pleasure.  It was a few moments before I heard his loud and rapid footsteps coming down the stairs. An urge swelled in my chest. The urge to run from the noise. I knew he was in front of me now and it was a struggle to bring my eyes to look at his blood splattered figure. He smelled like copper and bodily fluids. I could sense he was still coming down from his high (why is this sounding so sexual wtf-) as his voice wobbled a little when he urged "C'mon,  (Y/N)  we need to go now. " My head bobbed in a dizzy nod and I left the house with him quickly. My head was spinning from the fact I had been placed in this situation. A few months ago I would've never believed I would be in this position.