Glass Eye (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Chapter Seventeen

'hey, meet me at the training circle. gotta tell you somethin' sent at 3:55 P.M.

--(Name) POV--

The little surge of power that came from smacking around Jeff was short-lived as Jack turned his attention back to me. While I knew I was due for some questioning, I had been too busy reveling in the feeling of having some control over something to plan out my responses.

If it really came down to it, which I was almost sure it would, I would just tell him the truth.

He had brought me back into the hostage-room, which he had described as his guest room. Calling it a 'guest-room' alluded to Jack having his own bedroom; it was sort of strange thinking that a creature such as Jack would still need sleep, but it made sense. Though he hadn't taken the extra step to cuff himself to me, or use tape to bind me again, he was still alert and ever-cautious as he eyed me down every time I made even the slightest movements.

"You escaped your restraints to save me? I highly doubt that was the true motive,"

Out of all the things he could question me on, he had settled on that. Honestly, it was something that was purely spur-of-the-moment. Had I been thinking more clearly and hadn't let the guilt of Henry flood my brain in that exact moment, I probably would have made my escape as I had intended to.

"It wasn't my true motive at all, to be honest. I wanted to escape, at first anyway. I was going to let Jeff have you if it meant I could escape,"

I left out the part regarding Henry. I learned my lesson the last time when Jack had kicked me in the stomach, sending me hurtling to the floor in the very same room; don't bring up Henry. Jack had some strange feelings regarding human relationships, and he wasn't afraid to voice them. He didn't really think that there was anybody that was truly in love. And after the relationship I had went through with Henry, I could see a little reasoning in that outlook.

"..Thank you."

My eyes widened in shock, and I tried looking away from him before he could gauge my reaction. He was thanking me. There were a trillion words in the English language at his disposal that he could have chosen to use as a response or a rebuttal, but he chose to thank me instead. And he didn't sound sarcastic as he usually did; he was genuinely thanking me.

"You threw Jeff ten feet for choking me, was that your true motive?"

It hadn't slipped my mind that as soon as Jeff had started choking me, Jack had reacted. Why would he choose to save my life if he was just going to end it when everything was said and done? He hadn't said what he wanted from me, or more specifically, what they wanted from me, but he had told me multiple times that he was refraining from consuming my innards. Why not just let Jeff off me? If he had the laptop in his custody, why not just rid of me here and now? It wouldn't be hard to find out Henry's password by any means; his password was his lock-screen background.

"I have no motives, I have assignments I complete and orders I listen to,"

He stood, making his way toward the heavy metal door.

As he had said, sometimes the lack of an answer is all the answer you needed, and deflection definitely counted as lack of an answer.

I looked after him, and decided that maybe I could play nice for once, too.

"Thank you,"

He faltered in his stride toward the door, his hand hovering just above the handle. He seemed frozen in place for a moment, like he was deep in thought. His back was facing me, but even if he was fully turned toward me, his tar-filled voids wouldn't provide me even a glimpse into his world. An organ-eating monster who makes friends with serial killers and works for some sort of criminal ring, yet saved his hostage from certain death when push came to shove. Who really was Jack?

"You haven't had anything to eat in nearly a full week, you know,"

My stomach lurched at the thought of him bringing me a sampler plate of his taste in cuisine.

A grumble emanated from my stomach, serving as my reply to him.

"You'll need to eat to stay alive I suppose, so I will make a trip to your house,"

My severely deprived brain couldn't fathom why he would return to my house on the premise of me eating until I pictured him trying to enter a grocery store looking the way he did. He would have no choice other than to return to my house and grab food from the fridge and pantry.

Whether he walked into the grocery store or broke into my house for the second time didn't concern me as long as I would finally have something to satiate my stomach, it was probably eating itself by now.

I looked up at him from my spot on the queen-size bed just in time to see his disheveled appearance from his altercation with Jeff. Deep bruising turned his ash-gray skin nearly black at his throat while his face held a few light scratches across his cheeks and forehead. His brunette hair hung messily, the tips just long enough to dip into the concave socket where his eyes should have been, his sweatshirt had unzipped itself  from all the chaos just enough for an off-white V-neck to peek from beneath the zipper, alluding to his chest.

He was beautiful. Everything about him was effortless. His every thought was calculated and his entire environment was always accounted for, even the people in it. How he could see so well with nothing ocular to aid him was strange, but Jack even existing at all was strange. A man, sacrificed to a God, rose from the dead to transform into something of nightmares. And I, the human he held captive, found him to be utterly breathtaking.

As Jack took his leave and shut the door, a soft click following, I found myself hoping that my fleeting thoughts on Jack's appearance were just due to some sort of psychological damage. Perhaps Jeff had strangled me for just a second too long and I was suffering the effects of oxygen deprivation. But I knew better.

-- Uh-oh. Jeff's taken a liking to (Name). I decided to add this part in to really showcase the true insanity of Jeff. How he views himself as above everybody else because he survived something seriously traumatic. It ISNT canon, as a lot of stuff in this book isnt, but I think it would make sense for Jeff to have a superiority complex and think he is some sort of chosen one, especially after having so much time to sit in his thoughts and really spiral into true insanity and psychosis.

AND WHEWWWWWW Jack was putting out them STRIPTEASE moves now dayummmm

We love a gray-skinned alien cryptid <3

And as always, if you're going to Meatball, do it Extravagantly. And don't forget, if your man/woman doesn't think you're chosen by a higher power to be with them, they ain't THE ONE PERIODDDDD.--