A Cannibals Poem (E.J X Cannibal!Reader)

CH. 5 House Of Murderers

Your P.O.V

Walking for hours just to get to a mansion would be boring. Taking your motorcycle you built... May kill you, considering you built it and you hardly know a thing about being a technician and fixing, much less building, a motorbike. In the end, you settled for walking three and a half miles into the forest. "I am so not prepared for this walk." You say, readjusting your mask. "Why not? Walking is good for you." Jack inquires. "Well, walking is boring, so I really don't care if its good for me or not." Plus, its that time of year again where the weather gets colder and everything starts to die. And it snowed last night. You and the snow have a love hate relationship, but you wouldn't tell him that. After a small staring contest, you give in. "Alright, lets just go. The sooner we get to this almighty mansion of yours the better." You say. As you step out of the door, you're temporarily blinded by the sun reflecting off the untouched snow. There was about three feet of snow and you are absolutely positive you're going to regret every second of this trip.

  *time skip because writing every detail about the walk would be too tasking and bore you guys*

After about an hour of trekking through past knee level snow, you'd gotten tired and bored. You'd only managed to cover about half a mile and were going to have to walk a hell of a lot longer if you wanted to make it anywhere. With a loud groan you plop yourself down into the fluffy blanket of white and lay there. "What're you doing?" Questions Jack. "I'm tired. Let's take a break." "Alright." And to your surprise, Jack sat down with you. "Wow, I thought it was going to take a hell of a lot more convincing to get you to agree." You say. "Yeah, well I'm kind of tired myself." And with that you were both left in silence. Sitting up, you take some snow and pack it into a ball. What you were going to do next, you'd probably regret. Snow ball in hand, you raise your arm ant throw it. Right. Into. Jacks face. Or, mask... Whipping his head towards you, Jack let's out a low growl. "Oh you're on, girlie." He says with a chuckle. With a small squeak, you hop up and run, laughing all the while. It was hard to run in the snow and you and Jack both managed to fall multiple times, covering you both in a thick layer of snow that the snowballs only added to. Both exhausted, you and jack collapse next to each other laughing and panting hard. In the end, you'd somehow managed to run in the direction of the mansion and now where only a couple yards away, hidden behind four or five trees. After calming down a bit, you and Jack proceed to walk the rest of the way to the mansion. Once on the doorstep, Jack knocked and stepped back a bit, causing some snow to fall off. "Hey, Jack." "Yeah?" "You look like a snowman." You could barely contain your laughter. "Yeah? Well if I look like a snowman then you look like a Yeti." You both stared at each other for a minute before bursting out in laughter again. You were both laughing so so hard you barely noticed the white masked man that opened the door until he cleared his throat. After wheezing for a bit, jack stood straight and took a deep breath then brushed the snow off himself. You, on the other hand, were still trying to calm down. By the time you were able to calm down, your "tears" had stained some of the snow a deep purple and Jack was no longer covered in snow, now engrossed in a conversation with the feminine masked man. Jumping once, you knocked all of the snow off while simultaneously catching the attention of the boys. "You okay now?" Jack asks with slight amusement. "Yep, yep, perfectly fine, SnowJack." That earned you a chuckle form both boys. You lifted your mask slightly, revealing your pale lips and breath out causing a light fog to form in front of you. Turning to Jack, you say "Hey Jack, look, I'm a dragon." And proceed to exhale through your mouth again. Jack chuckles and shakes his his head, however, the other guy, who you now know as Masky from their conversation, looks at Jack and says "Where the hell did you find this chick?" Now, that ticked you off. ""This chick"? Excuse you, "this chick" is over 400 years old, smarter than hell, and can most likely win in a fight with you, no problem. So next time you decide to call me "this chick" maybe you should think twice." "Yeah right you're over 400. And you don't even know how strong I am so don't go around acting all tough little girl or you might get the shit beat out of you." "Oh really? You wanna go bitch? Okay, let's go, show me that you've got muscle to back up that talk!" You bare your teeth, slide your mask down and back up, putting your arms out to the sides and puffing your chest out as you walk off the stairs. Masky chuckles, walking towards you as he cracks his buckles. "Okay, but when I win, you have to admit you were wrong and I'm better than you." "Fine by me." Jack seemed to be amused by your quarrel, and he didn't seem to be worried the slightest. You and Masky circle each other, making tracks in the snow. Masky launches himself at you. "Last person standing wins!" He yells as you narrowly dodge. You grin as you dodge another attack, seeing an opening. Moving so fast you were merely a blur, you land a kick to the back of his head, so hard it made him fall face first into the snow and slide. Growling, Masky stands back up and turns to you. The fight goes on with him lunging at you and you dodging. "Oh come on masked buy, I thought you'd put up more of a fight!" You say, landing a hard punch to his face cracking his mask. This pissed him off for sure. He jumped at you again, this time landing a hit and knocking your mask off. He freezes, obviously shocked by your face. You grin, a evil and sadistic, sharp toothed grin, letting your crazy side show a bit. You chuckle a deep chuckle that sounds like many people chuckling at once. "WhAt? NevER sEE something as SCARY as Me BefORe?" You say making your voice deep and manly as you emphasize scary. He was so scared he was shaking. "WeLL? ARe YoU STiLl GoINg to FiGht or ARe yOU FoRfeitIng?" You say. "W-what?" Masky says. "C'mon BOY! GrOW a PAiR anD FIGHT!" You shout, chuckling and goggling as you do so. Stumbling to his feet, Masky gets back into a fighting stance still slightly shooken up. It was plain to see you were going to win. Clearing your throat, you bend down to grab your mask. "You know what? I forfeit." Masky was clearly shocked. "Before you go accusing me of being afraid to lose," you say, putting your mask on and adjusting it. "I'm only stopping because I think it'd be better if we didn't beat the crap out of each other." "But I... You..." " No, I forfeit. You win. I'm not going to admit you're better, because you're not, you suck, but I will give you a tip. Wait for your apponent to make the first move. Dodge as best you can and wait for an opening before you attack. Don't underestimate your apponent and make your attacks quick, Swift and as hard as you can." And with that, you walked back over to the porch, a flabbergasted Masky behind and a shocked Jack in front.