Bleak [Eyeless Jack X Masky]

Chapter 2

Jack awoke as the sky began to dim, placing his mask on quickly before checking he had everything he required. Once certain, he left, sprinting into the thick of the woods with a simple goal in mind; find food. He patrolled the nearby town, itching for a good meal after nearly a day of no eating. His body began to gnaw at itself, pleading for something, anything to fill the void within. He soon found a suitable house, a drug den, to be exact, where those using illegal influences thrived. He crept in and got to work, removing his favourite food from the two passed out junkies with surgical precision. After eating he left quickly, knowing more like them would soon arrive.

He fled to a familiar spot, where he saw the masked man. He silently wandered the area, looking for him or any traces of him but found nothing. He gazed around him, the snapping of a twig causing unease in his stomach and a sense of foreboding. He froze, but didn't look around, fearful of how whatever made that noise would react to his strange appearance. Jack found himself pulling his hood up, trying to hide his obvious issues. Once he was sure his eyes would be hidden he removed his mask and gazed around. Nothing seemed too abnormal at first until he saw a familiar yellow jacket in his peripheral vision. He froze, unsure what to do now. 

He gazed up the body and saw the masked face, gazing at him, unmoving. They stayed locked in silence for a few moments, a thick tension growing before the silence was broken. "Are you lost?" Jack asked, his voice quiet yet rather rough and strained after so long of never speaking. There was no response but something changed in the man as he rose up from his crouching position and lunged towards Jack. Jack had the upper-hand, being taller but was taken off guard as the man tackled him over before dealing a violent hook to the face. Jack coughed, dazed, his face throbbing. He immediately pushed the man off and put his mask on, just in time, too, as he had been producing a pocket knife from his pocket. 

Jack began to back away, producing his own weapon of choice, a sharpened scalpel from his pocket. The two males were locked in a slow circle until the masked man pounced again, showing a reckless and unpredictable nature. Jack dodged to the side and fled, not in the mood to fight around on the ground with someone for no valid reason. He returned home, to his safe spot and settled. After a while he lay down, feeling safe once more. He took one last look at the world before spotting a familiar masked face. Cursing mentally, Jack got up, ready to dodge the more aggressive mans attacks, however, none came. 

Confusion flooded him as he tried to rake his mind for possible reasons why he refused to attack. The figure then turned and left wordlessly, leaving Jack to speculate further.

After a few hours he had scraped together all the useful supplies of his old home. He travelled further before finding what appeared to be an abandoned hospital, settling in one of the rooms there. After his encounter with the curious stranger, he wasn't too keen on how he knew exactly where he lived and slept so he felt the time was vital to move.

He lay on the cold dusty floor, reflecting on the sudden edge of adventure his life had gained, yet grimacing at what a sinister adventure it appeared to be. He no longer felt lonely, only somewhat paranoid. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the thoughts of a pair of eyes watching him from a distance. He was dragged into the cold embrace of sleep.