Glass Eye (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Chapter Twenty

I stood, approaching him slowly. His face softened as I approached, his body language becoming more relaxed than rigid, as it had been when he first walked in.

"I know what you're experiencing is very real, Jeff,"

As his name left my lips, his reaction became visceral yet again. He made a move to lunge for me, but stopped himself just shy of grabbing my throat as he had the first time we met.

"You have no fucking idea what I'm experiencing, because you aren't awakened to the higher power. But you and me? We're molds from the same clay, (Name). You were chosen by the same power that chose me all those years ago, and you don't even have a fucking clue,"

He was too lost in his delusions. At this point, I either played into it, or died a coward. Better to die trying than to die laying on your belly.

"I do know, Jeff," I stepped closer to him, his hand raising to strike me only to suspend it in the air just next to my face. I took the opportunity to grab his hand and hold it against my chest with both of my own. I was disgusted. My skin crawled from feeling the pressure of his hand on my chest, but what other options were there?

"I always knew there was somebody else out there, and was waiting for that somebody to come and find me. To save me from Henry, to save me from Jack,"

The other man standing just behind Jeff broke into a loud, hysterical laughter.

Jeff instantly ripped his hand away from my chest, and though I thought it was to slap me, punch me, cause some sort of damage to me, he turned his attention to the laughing man.

Jeff balled his fist behind him, and struck the man so hard that the goggles he once donned were knocked clean off his face and fell to the floor, breaking the opaque orange lenses.

The man nearly fell from the intense hit, barely catching himself with one arm while his other came up to his face to wipe the blood cascading from his eyebrows into his eyes from the fresh cuts. The glass of the lenses had done some damage on the man, yet he didn't seem phased by it at all.

"Y-you dumb fuck. She's m-m-manipulating you. She d-d-doesn't c-c-care about you, Jeff,"

His voice was deep and smooth, yet not deep enough to be gravelly. His words came out in a stutter, as if he would get stuck on a certain letter then finally be able get through it to the rest of the word. 

"Shut your fucking mouth, Toby,"

Jeff had no issue positioning himself directly in front of the taller man he had called Toby as he spoke to him, borderline yelling.

He shoved a hand harshly into Toby's chest, pushing him back hard enough to make him stumble backward a bit.

Toby placed a hand on his belt, which I had failed to notice before housed twin hatchets. Though I could only see one in full view, the handle of the second stuck out from the other side of him.

Toby shot me a glare, and I held my breath. His eyes were a heavenly blend of dark-roasted coffee, and seething with the relevant heat. Though, he met my eyes with a burning intensity, there was also curiosity behind them. He knew what I was doing as much as I knew what I was doing, yet he seemed like he wanted to see how far I could take it. Jeff was far too enveloped in his delusion to see through the thin sheet I had laced my words with, but Toby saw through it completely.

I turned my gaze back to Jeff, making an effort to soften my features to seem inviting.

Toby watched me silently, his hand now fully grasping the handle of his hatchet. There was only one way out now, and I had to play it right.