Object of Desire ; Eyeless Jack x Reader

Chapter 3

        As I stood there watching the scene unfold before my eyes I didn't dare to move or even breathe. Someone or some-thing was hovering over my sister. Was she even alive at that point? She would've surely shown some sign of it. Some noise. Some movement. He was hovering over her presumably dead body. He keeps reaching towards her body, grabbing something and... eating it? Is he... eating her organs? It was very hard to properly see it without any light but I knew something very fucked up was happening right before my eyes.

And then it hit me again. My father wasn't making any noise during his sleep. So he was also dead? And the dripping I thought I heard in my mom's room, was that her blood? Was this thing eating my mom's organs too? I started feeling sick. And yet I just couldn't take my eyes off the scene before me. And I just started feeling... conflicted?

I never wished for my sister to die. Or my father. Especially not my mom. Or did I? I had so many arguments with my sister. She was just yelling, shoving me around, yanking me back when I tried to leave. She locked me up in the storage closet when she didn't want to see me. I didn't even want to go home after school because I didn't want to be around her, fearing that she's just gonna make me responsible for whatever went wrong for her today. Maybe it was just better for me if she was just gone. About time she's the one on the receiving end of the pain for once.

Wait, what? No, whatever she did, she doesn't deserve to have her organs ripped out and eaten. Did I really just compare me getting pushed around and her getting stabbed and eaten? What am I even doing here? When that thing is done eating my sister isn't he going to come right through this door, like, right towards me?

I needed to get away. I knew I couldn't just run. That's definitely way too loud. I don't know what that thing was. Maybe it was just a cannibalistic human. But eating raw organs? Do cannibals do that? Don't they at least cook the meat of their victims? I shouldn't be worrying about if cannibals have cooking books for human flesh. Eyes on the prize. Get out of here.

I tried getting my thoughts in order somehow. Outside of my sister's room is a rather old wooden floor. Some of the floor boards creak when u step on them. Since we've lived here for quite a while already, I knew which of the boards creaked and which I could step on safely. I looked out for them on my way to the room and on my way back outside I'll have to look out for them again. So I just need to turn around, choose my steps carefully and then what? Hide? Or get out? Do I have enough time to get downstairs and out of the house without the cannibal being done eating and also making his way out? I sure as hell don't have enough time to think too much about it. I have to make quick decisions now.

I took a last glance at my sister and turned around, choosing my steps carefully as to not let the floorboards expose me. I passed by my mom's room again. For a second I hesitated. Should I check on her again? What if she's still alive? But that cannibal probably wouldn't leave anyone in here alive, right? My questions were soon to be answered with a low groaning sound coming from my mom's room. I nearly yelled out of shock. She's alive! However, I wasn't the only one coming to the realization and hearing the groaning.

The floorboards started creaking behind me. I whipped around coming face-to-face with the silhouette of the cannibal. With the little bit of light coming from some street lamps outside the window, I could make out the silhouette a bit more. Seemed like an ordinary guy, maybe about 5'11? 6'0? He's wearing a dark hoodie and dark jeans and what seems to be a blue basic mask with black holes for the eyes. Well, at least not some weird monster and just an ordinary cannibal, I guess. If that is any better.

After a second of shock and very umcomfortable eye contact with a cannibal, I snapped back to reality and just started running. With all the panic just kicking in at once right now I sprinted downstairs and tried opening the front door. Locked. Of course. Why did I even try it? I knew it was all screwed up and not locking and unlocking right, why would I try it at the worst possible time? Realizing how much I just messed up, I looked back at that maniac running at me, quickly closing the distance between us and grabbing my elbow and yanking me towards him while pulling something out of the pocket of his hoodie. It looked like some kinda small blade. A scalpel perhaps. Even though I wasn't sure why he would carry medical equipment. Wouldn't an ordinary kitchen knife do the trick?

No matter what weapon he chose to carry around, I didn't want it to be the end of me so I quickly tried to think of a way to dodge it. Well, what luck my sister always used me as punching bag. When she hits high, I gotta duck. Seeing how the maniac in front of me is about to hit me with the scalpel rather high, I suppose aiming for the throat, I did the first thing that came to my mind and duck down as much as I could while he still held my arm, making him miss and swing into nothing. He didn't seem to fazed by it though and quickly re-aimed. From my position right now however, I had very good access to a very sensitive area. While I was still kinda kneeling down I reeled back and punched him where the sun doesn't shine. That seemed to hurt him enough so he let go of my arm and bend forward a little. I got up and almost started running again before I decided to give him a little kick as well. As he was still in pain from my first attack and not shielding his back, I used my foot to push him away, causing him to fall against the wall of the hallway. Then I started running again. Through the hallway and the kitchen towards the back door that I previously used to enter the house. I looked at my shoes for a second but decided maybe in this kind of situation I could go outside in my socks for once. I don't think that maniac is gonna wait until I tied my shoes before chasing me again. What slowed me down is though, that I locked the door on my way in. This lock works better than the one on the front door but it still took way too much time to open the door and get out. To be precise, it took longer to unlock and open than it took the maniac to get up and run down the hallway.

Looking behind me for a second made me realize he's definitely going to be here before I fully unlock the door so instead I got away from the door, barely dodging his grip and running back to get something useful from the kitchen. Like a knife laying around an the kitchen counter. I grabbed it and whipped around just as the maniac had closed all distance between us again. I reeled back with the knife and swung it in his direction hitting him somewhere in his stomach-area. That made him stop in his tracks and take a few steps backwards looking at the knife stuck in his body. However, that seemed to just really anger him. He pulled the knife out, dropped it to the ground and lunged at me. I tried to dodge it, but unfortunately I was too slow. He tackled me to the ground. Hovering over me with his blade in hand, suddenly he lightly chuckled for a second. What? Is he laughing? I didn't have much time to think about it before he grabbed my face, lifted my head up and slammed it against the hard floor of the kitchen.

I blacked out shortly after.