Hanging Tree (Eyeless Jack x Reader)

It's all you...

I woke up in a modern apartment with my body covered almost head to toe in bandages, damped with a mix of sweat and blood infused together. My body was in horrendous pain and I couldnt move, whatever happened after I blacked sure as hell nearly killed me, or at least it feels like it. I slowly shifted my head to observe where I was, the set up was like my old apartment however more elegant so to say. I heard soft footsteps near me and low pitched sigh, I shifted my head to the other side and saw him. He almost looked normal if it wasnt for his rotting skin giving it away. He wore a black wife beater top with light blue worn jeans. He didnt wear his mask and his hair was wet, nor did he have a sickening scent to him as usual so he must have had a shower.

Youre a crazy bitch you know that? His gaze at me softened as he pulled a chair close to my bed resting his cold dead hand on top of mine.

What do you mean I looked at him with confusion, silently observing his body language.

With your statement Im assuming you have no recollection of your fit? My eyes widened and he seemed to enjoy my reaction rubbing his thumb against my hand and then patting it before letting go completely.

W-what did I do? I stuttered, I was hoping I didnt snap with the amount of stress Ive been in

After nearly dying from your fuck up, you came to us and tried to attack us both. He smirked and looked at me with his empty sockets making my heart drop. I had to sedate you, its been a week since then butterfly

My head fell back as the room started to spin, his words echoed through my mind. My mind instantly raced to my recent traumas. If what he is saying is true, then how long do I have left until I lose my mind? shut up (y/n) stop talking crazy. my mind subconsciously picked different sides and started a verbal war while I appeared numb and staring blankly at the roof as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Ive been observing you for a while (y/n) and I must admit you are by far the most interesting woman Ive met I looked back at him with a soft glare and huffed in hopes to appear a little more frightening. however, this seemed to please the mad man more.

Met or taken Jack? We didnt willingly meet remember. My voice held a stern, threatening pitch whilst he chuckled mocking my dominance.

Sure we have butterfly, after all that day at you work wasnt our first encounter. My eyes widened unsure of what he was talking about.

What do you mean Jack? He chuckled at my fear which lead to an insane howl of laughter.

I could have EASILY killed you then at the motel too, but I think our time has been swell, dont you remember when we first met? My mind replayed the moments at the hotel. Was that him?

I couldnt sleep very well especially when I heard a door unlock next door. At first, I thought it was them coming home late, then I heard grunting. I tried to block out the noise until I seen dark red spots and lines seeping through the thin wall. My eyes widened in fear and my breath hitched. I need to get out of here. I looked outside to see if the close was clear and saw someone walking away into the forest. Once they left my sight I swiftly went to my car and left. On my drive home I felt like someone was following me, I grew paranoid.

The motel that was you? He laughed and nodded like a small excited kid about to receive something.

Yep. I bet you didnt know they were wanted criminals from Maryland Correctional Centre, didnt you? My eyes widened, the whole time I was residing next to outlaws? how the fuck did they manage to get a room? But no that wasnt the first time we met

Wh-when did we meet? I instantly regret my impulsive words and tried to reach for Jacks had as his shoulders dropped a bit as he looked down.

You dont remember. That would be right He sighed and left growling and mumbling under hiss breath, just loud enough so I could hear him and be affected by his words. "No one does, nor do they care!"

I looked at him one last time at every single detail of his to try to regain some memory of whatever he is talking about. The harder I tired the less I could remember and the more I felt bad for the killer... somehow... Even so, I hadnt really seen anyone since I dropped out of high school to help my family, let alone spoke to them. Nor do I actually recognise him from any of my workplaces so what on earth could he be talking about? old neighbours maybe? childhood friends? eventually I grew a headache and rested my eyes almost falling asleep from the lack of entertainment.

After awhile I started to be able to move a few muscles a bit more, but I still found it painful to tolerate. I felt weak and useless just lying there forced to occupy my mind, so I didnt go crazy with boredom. These last few weeks have been crazy, and I still havent been able to find my beloved niece Sophie. She wasnt responding to my texts only leaving them on read, it got to the point jack smashed my phone thinking I was trying to get help. I do hope shes ok and found eventually. I wonder if anyone is looking for me as well. I wonder if Ryder and Natasha miss me I hope they send help. Any longer and who knows what will happen

I will get out of here and find you soph. hang on