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  {Reader's POV}

            I sat in the bed with the blankets pulled over my shoulders as I hugged my knees to my chest, a million thoughts running through my mind at once. He ate organs? The claws, sharp teeth and gray skin already proved that guy wasn't human, but that little tidbit of information was still a bit much to process. Remembering the strings of flesh hanging from his teeth made me shudder. Where had he gotten them? Had he eaten...?

            No, more importantly, what had he been eating before this? If I assumed he wasn't human, then his diet might consist only of organs. How long had he been here? My mind conjured images of Buddy going on his weekly shopping trips into town, stuffing an extra cooler in the back of the truck. Images flashed through my mind of the backseat, now seeming to highlight a partially hidden hunting rifle on the floor. I felt the color drain from my face and quickly leaned over the side of the bed just in time to vomit. At this point I'd already vomited most of the food I'd eaten so I found myself spitting out stomach acid instead of food chunks. Just staring at it made me feel even queasier.

            The door suddenly opened again and I raised my head to see the masked monster known as Eyeless Jack standing in the doorway, holding a plate with a sandwich and a glass of water. I couldn't see his expression under that mask, but I imagined that it must be surprised based on the way he glanced between me and the floor. After a second he sighed and set the plate and glass on my nightstand, taking care to step around the fresh puddle of stomach acid on the floor.

            "You're a bit high-maintenance, aren't you?" he muttered, shaking his head. "Where are your cleaning supplies?"

            "Um... The closet towards the end of the hall," I replied meekly, wiping my mouth and taking a giant gulp of water in an attempt to wash away the wretched taste of vomit. He grumbled something under his breath as he left, returning a minute later with the necessary cleaning supplies. I just watched awkwardly as he cleaned it up. Why was he cleaning it? 

            "What's your password?" he suddenly asked, snapping me away from my thoughts

.

           "Wh...wha...?"

            "The password for your laptop." His tone was a bit impatient, making me flinch.

            "Oh, it's, uh... 'mnc-dash-444,'" I replied, wondering why he'd need it. "All lowercase."

            "'Mnc'?" he repeated, casting me what I assumed was a curious glance.

            "It's short for... mac-n-cheese," I mumbled, feeling my face turn red. He gave a small nod and returned his attention to cleaning, casting a glance at the sandwich once he finished.

           "Not going to eat?"

            "I'm... not too hungry anymore..."

            "...I'll leave it for now." With that said, he collected the glass and left me alone once more.

{Jack's POV}

           "Come on..." Jack muttered as he hunched over the laptop, typing 'mnc-444' in the password prompt. Pressing 'enter', the login box transformed into a loading bar and the desktop appeared on the screen, making him grin. "Finally." He went straight to the browser, quickly going to a search engine and entering "mountains by Pleasanton" into the search bar. Several results popped up, and he checked the first few links before determining their basic location. It didn't take long to figure out exactly where they were using the address on the mailbox as a point of reference, and he found a few road maps and printed them off before going to the bedroom belonging to the man known as "Buddy".

            The man's scent permeated the room, making Jack's nostrils flare as he recalled the long days and nights locked in the basement. His chest felt rather tight as he stood there, the stench conjuring rather unpleasant memories. Now wasn't the time for that, though. Shaking his head, he entered and began searching. A brief glance at the room earlier had turned up faint traces of Jack's own scent, and after rooting through some drawers he located his toolset, making him grin as he opened the small pack. Right away a small metal blade caught his attention, and he gingerly removed it as if it were the greatest treasure in the world.

            Ah, his lovely scalpel...! If he were Jeff, he probably would have removed his mask to cuddle the tool against his face. But he wasn't Jeff. He was Jack, so he just smiled as he removed one of his gloves to run his finger along the blade to test its sharpness. Still as sharp as the day he'd last held it, he noted with satisfaction. Swiping the scalpel through the air a few times, he frowned as he noted that his movements were a little off. He was out of practice, and still hadn't fully recovered his strength. He'd have to work on that later.

            Replacing his glove, he gathered his tools and left the room to retrieve the newly printed maps. He uncapped a marker and pored over them for a few minutes, first marking their current location and then several other landmarks. Returning to the laptop to search some more stuff, he waited until night fell before closing it and stuffing it into a case, walking to [name]'s room and flinging the door open. She looked up at him in surprise, holding the freshly empty plate on her lap.

            "Don't make any sudden movements," he warned as he yanked the blankets off of her, tossing them to the floor. Her body tensed as he removed a key from his hoodie and unlocked the shackles on her ankles, freeing them. Tossing a duffel bag at her feet, he continued, "Gather some clothes, only the essentials." Flipping the scalpel into his hand, he added ominously, "And don't try anything." She stared at the dull metal tool wide-eyed before quickly scrambling off of the bed and going to her dresser, trying to keep her pace slow to avoid agitating him.

            Jack couldn't help smiling as he watched her panicked movements, savoring her obvious fear. He watched closely as she opened the drawers and began pulling things out, scrutinizing each article of clothing from where he stood to make sure she didn't try to sneakily insert a weapon. Soon the bag was full and she stopped, standing awkwardly. Jack pointed to the bed. "Sit." Obediently she sat on the mattress, and her eyes widened as he produced a roll of duct tape from his pockets, pulling the end as he slowly approaching her.

~*~

{Reader's POV}

            Shakily I walked down the hall, prodded forward by the tip of the scalpel poking into my back. I didn't think that was exactly how they were supposed to be used, but I had no doubts that he could easily slit it across my throat in a moment's notice. My wrists were bound in front of me, and with each step I could hear the jingling of the shackles stuffed into the duffel bag carrying my clothes that Jack currently carried slung over his shoulder, making my muscles tense. I was not very comfortable with the situation, for rather obvious reasons.

            As we passed an open doorway I caught a glimpse of red and turned my head slightly to catch sight of Buddy's legs. For a second I thought I saw something pale and stringy on one of his legs, but before I could get a good look Jack prodded my back a little with the scalpel and hissed, "Keep going." Whimpering I obeyed, quickly turning away and walking forward. We ended up at the front door, and he removed the scalpel from my back in order to open it. I caught my breath as I saw the splatters of dried blood leading from the car, my eyes widening and a sob catching in the back of my throat. Impatient, Jack grabbed my arm and dragged me along the bloody trail towards the car, flinging the passenger door open and forcing me inside.

            "Don't move," he ordered, slamming the door, and returned to the house. I felt tears well in my eyes as I stared at the driver's seat, traces of a large dark brown ring visible around the dip in the cushion. Obviously it had been cleaned recently, but not completely. My stomach lurched as I imagined Buddy sitting there, his own blood pooling around him.

            I was still staring at it when the door suddenly opened and Jack climbed in, sitting down on top of the ring. He was carrying my laptop case and some papers, and tossed the case into the back, making me cringe slightly. Terrified for my life or not, my laptop was still precious to me. Suddenly he reached towards me and I winced, squeezing my eyes shut, only for him to grab the seat belt on my opposite side and buckle me in. So the organ-eating monster cares about driving safety. Swell. He buckled himself in before turning the blood-covered key in the ignition.

            As the truck hummed and vibrated I turned to look at my house, tears welling in my eyes as I suddenly realized the full weight of what was happening. This house had been my home for almost as long as I could remember, since I was only six or seven. It had been my entire world, Buddy my only companion, and now... I was leaving. Forever. A sob caught in my throat, and as the house vanished from our view it escaped. I began crying, sobbing hysterically and rubbing my eyes with my bound hands.

            At that point I didn't care if Jack might get mad, I just needed to cry. Only now did I fully understand that there was no way to go back, that my idyllic life was gone forever.

{Jacks's POV}

            As they pulled away [Name] began crying, and Jack cast her a glance out of the corner of his eye (well, eye socket) before focusing on the road once more. He didn't bother telling her to shut up and be quiet, he knew there was no point. This would be a stressful situation for anyone, and a lot had happened to her over the past two days. Her entire life had been shattered overnight, quite literally. So, he let her cry. He let her bawl and sob and hiccup and wail, not saying a single word and just focusing on the road.

            He felt a strange pang of remorse as he listened, though, and his grip tightened around the steering wheel. Focus, Jack, he told himself. It had been years since he'd last touched the wheel of a car and they had a long drive ahead of them.

             It was time to get out of this hellhole.