ᴇʏᴇʟᴇss ᴊᴀᴄᴋ | ᵐᵃˡᵉ• ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ (Completely platonic with an | !)

🅡︎🅔︎🅠︎🅤︎🅔︎🅢︎🅣︎🅔︎🅓︎ {Quotev}

Trigger Warning(s):  Graphic depictions of violence, Mentions of Alcohol, Blood etc.

The moon was full, a shining beacon through the dim light, illuminating the houses that were beside another. Although one thing was peculiar about a certain residence, there at the roof was two figures crouched near the locked window. Thankfully,— at least for them— nobody suspected anything with this deep of a night. The roof continued to creak, the one in the dark hoodie approaching the other carefully.

“Y/N.” A quiet, but stern voice made you snap out of your trance; the weapon on your hands visibly shaking with nervousness. With a quick nod from your superior, Eyeless Jack; you swiftly strapped the mask around your head with a sigh. Nodding back, you got ready to sneak into the window.

“Get ready to strike. I’ll be keeping an eye from afar.” He swiftly informed before leaping off into another side of the rooftop, stopping for a second to turn his head behind his shoulder. 

“Good luck.” 

And before you knew it, he disappeared out of your sights with just a bat of an eye. You stood there for a moment, dumfounded and impressed on how he did that so easily. Looking around, you checked the perimeters once more before deciding to break in— it was better to be safe rather than to be sorry, considering this was your very first mission.

After all the training you endured, and all the pain you were put at; it's finally all over— well at least for a brief pause. But a new obstacle has arrived yet again, that being you were a proxy now, all the responsibilities you were forced to take were all falling down like an avalanche. Finding no choice, you knew you had to play along with their system— you didn't plan to disobey, no, threatened on how fast they could end your life if they suspected anything.

But right now, you choose to believe that this will only be difficult on the beginning. Of course, maybe it’ll take some getting used to— I mean, you were assigned to kill people, the worst part was you don't even know if they were even worth killing; are they really as evil as they were portrayed as, or are they just normal-functioning citizens trying to pass by. Are you really shedding innocent blood on your own hands?

Biting your lip, you battered your tiny, powerless fists before reaching out for the barricaded window. Letting out a breathy sigh, you pulled it upwards in an agonizingly slow motion; quietly hoping that the creaking won't awaken the victim. After a few held breaths, the window to the bathroom was fully open. You slithered inside, making sure to make your footsteps as light as possible.

Walking towards the dim-litten hallway, you passed the suspiciously half-open restroom door. You decided to step on the carpet before continuing to walk, taking your time to look around for any potential weapons. Much to your dismay, there was a half-empty wine bottle that stood near the telephone— it's edges seeming to be cracked, most likely because of a tight grip. That bottle has surely gone through a lot.

Sighing you dug for the knife on your pocket, cutting the phone wires and throwing away the damaged bottle. As you continued to look for the bedroom, your eyes caught different picture frames that we're hung on the old wooden wall. It was the woman you were assigned to kill with a young lady and a boy around your age beside them. To be honest, you and the boy almost looked alike; but that could just be the darkness playing tricks with your sight.

Seeing a door on the near end of the hallway, you sneaked towards it with your weapon at hand. But much to your twisted luck, the woman was sat on her bed, staring at you wide-eyed. Feeling at ease, you stood there, frozen with hesitation. Why wasn't she running? A voice was screaming at you to deliberately let her escape, but another shouted to just kill her while she's still in shock.

Without any word, she sprinted towards you, stopping you from moving or attempting anything. She pulled you into a tight embrace, the strong scent of the wine earlier brushing onto your nose.

“Brandon, my sweet little angel, Is that you?” She quietly cooed, her voice sweet as the wine, “Your H/C is always just as soft,”

“Mom?” A voice stabbed through the silence, making you both stop. Your hands were stuck on the brim handle of the weapon, hesitance shining on your eyes still. All you had to do was slash the blade towards her, and this will be all over. Unfortunately, the feminine voice behind you only grew louder.

“Wh—Who are you? Mom!” The girl, recognizing her from the picture earlier, shakily asked, her eyes darting at the woman embracing you still in panic. You stood there, confused more than ever. 

“It’s your brother, honey.” She smiled, letting go of you to walk towards the frightened girl. The young lady grapsed her arm, pulling her away from you briskly as she reached out for the door behind her.

Realization hit you like a bullet, you pulled out your weapon with rapid speed; your hands painting with red as you grabbed the woman, lowering the blade on to the woman’s chest in a repeated motion. The woman fell onto ground, her lifeless eyes staring at you, wide-eyed and glassy.

A blood curdling scream made you stop, a sudden blow to your head making you stumble onto the ground weakily. The girl was crying hysterically, her body shaking in horror as she slowly backed up. Feeling panicked that she might escape, you reached out for the weapon— pulling her ankles, and making her fall onto the ground with you.

“Why did you kill her? She was the only one I had left! Don't you have a mother you heartless bastard!” With labored breathing, she shouted out with pain and pure sadness as the blade you raised was only an inch away from her delicate cremé skin.

The sudden reaction from her caught you off guard, giving her a chance to steal the weapon from your hands. Without any remorse, she jabbed the weapon forwards— almost hitting you on the chest, thankfully, you dodged. Merely hitting you on the shoulder. Still, it made an unbearable flare shock through your whole body— a throbbing ache biting your skin, causing you to let out a groan of pain.

But before she could continue to attack you, the sound of a sharp metal blade stabbing through fragile skin pierced your ears. A figure dashing infront of you in swift speed.

“Shit.” The eyeless man cursed aloud, the girl’s body dropping to the ground as her hands around you becoming limp as a rag.

Hearing scuffling on the front porch, he pulled you with surprising force— almost making you bash your head towards the window, luckily, you snapped into realization just in time. Moving away from the glass pane and adjusting your speed to match his. After a series of fast running through the eternal moonlit woods, and basically being dragged by your mentor; You both finally stopped at a familiar cabin, your body falling to the ground with exhaustion.

“That was a close call. What were you thinking?” Jack rebuked all of a sudden,walking off inside the cabin. You grimaced as you started to follow him, knowing full well that he might bite your head off with the scene that just happened.

You sat on one of the chairs stiffly as you nursed the wound, reasoning, “I was just shocked, I couldn't—”

“You entered the room without checking the other rooms,” He lambasted without any care for any of your excuses, cutting you off mid-sentence.

“I—”

“You unfortunately didn't use any of the tactics I’ve taught you millions of times,” He continued to ramble, leaving you with no words to cut in. Lowering your head in shame, you could only tighten your lips together as you tried to bear the pain you were feeling on your wounded shoulder.

“How am I supposed to work with somebody so incompetent.” He berated one last time, finally noticing your bloodied shoulder with a glance. He grabbed a box full of disinfectants and medical necessities in order to patch up your badly wounded shoulder. Ripping off the already ripped fabric, he started to dab a cotton soaked with the disinfectant— the pain pinching with the chemical.

“I hesitated, okay!” You sank to your seat, finally being able to at least explain your actions.

“Well you shouldn't have, look where you are now.” He shot back, rubbing the cotton on the irritated skin once more. Making you hiss out in pain, both of you exchanging angered manners and demeanors. After a good few minutes of silence, you finally decided to break both of your stubbornness.

Sighing, you look up onto the grumbling man once more, “Did I... disappoint you though?”

“No.” He crossed his arms, his nonchalant tone gradually returning, “No you didn't.”

“It was good... for your first mission. But I expect that you will not do something as rash and stupid as that ever again.” Highlighting the word stupid, he firmly admonished his words with a good patch up to your wound. 

He nodded one last time, standing up and walking off again, “You’re dismissed.”

Well, that's as a first.​​​​​​ You rarely see him angry, but when it happens; it's like a whole thunderclap. Rubbing the wound once more, you decided to lay down bit. This was definitely gonna take some getting used to.