Eyeless Jack x Jeff the Killer

Chapter 2

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I begin to curl myself into a ball while getting the feeling that my head might burst. Ugh, damn it. I should of taken the medicine. Now I feel sicker than before, and I've gotten a burning sensation in my throat. Why is this time so much worse?

I've buried myself into my blanket, with my nose peeking out so I don't suffocate. I don't even know if it's morning yet. I take off my eye mask slightly to peek at my clock. 4:26am, it says. Jesus, it's early. It's too painful to sleep, so I decide to get up and get a glass of water. I painfully push myself off the bed, moving the covers to the side. I stretch my arms, and let out a shallow yawn.

Slowly but carefully, I stand myself up. I stroll across my room, and open the door to meet the hallway. It's pretty quiet, so I don't think anyone's awake. As I walk through the narrow hallway, I start to feel a bit dizzy, but I try to ignore it. I focus on walking down the stairs without falling or tripping.

As I walk downstairs, I notice that none of the lights are on. I stroll to the kitchen, and flip on the light switch. I walk to the cabinet for a cup, and I open it and take a glass. I place the cup on the table and pour myself a drink. As I swallow the water, my throat aches. Ugh, fuck. This shit is annoying as hell...

To make things worse, I start to get that heart pounding feeling in my head again. I pull out a chair by the dining table and sit down. I try to convince myself that all of this is gonna go away; and that I'll get better eventually. I quietly drink my glass of water, and hope to God this pain fucking dies already.

Jack's POV

I watch carefully as I clean my scalpel, making sure I don't accidentally cut myself. The blood smears onto the cloth I'm cleaning it with, and it happened to get onto my fingers. I try wiping it off, but it doesn't seem to disappear that easily. The fact that this is someone else's blood is pretty gross, so I should probably wash it off.

I place my scalpel onto my bedside table, and get up to go to the bathroom. As I reach the door, I hear footsteps walking across the hall and quiet mutters. Hopefully whoever it is isn't going to the bathroom too. As the footsteps clear, I quietly open the door, and step into the hallway. I look around, and no one's there.

Once I'm inside the bathroom, I turn on the sink and wash my hands. I dry them off, and once I'm done I leave the bathroom. When I'm in the hallway, I start to hear loud groans from downstairs. Not that I really care, I decide to go downstairs to see who it is.

I quickly step down the stairs, while scanning my surroundings. The kitchen light is turned on, and a cabinet is left open. As I walk to close the cabinet, I hear another quiet groan from behind me. It almost sounds like... Jeff?

I go to where I heard the groan, and find myself approaching the dining room. Peeking inside, while trying not to reveal myself, I see Jeff by the head of the table, with his back facing me. While he's sitting, he's lying against the table as he cups the sides of his head. If I look closely, I can notice that Jeff's shaking.

I quietly stalk behind Jeff, not sure how to approach him. I think of tapping his shoulder, but that's kinda weird, considering the situation. Maybe speaking to him would be the best idea.

I glide towards Jeff's side, leaning against the wall I say, "You shouldn't be out of bed, you know."

Jeff suddenly looks in my direction and spits out the water he had in his mouth. He slams the glass cup on the table. "What the fuck? You gave me a heart attack, holy fucking christ!" His face looks flushed and a bit red, and he tightens his grip on the glass cup. He slowly dips his head forwards, and I can tell he's avoiding eye contact. "Why are you here?" he quietly mumbles.