Glass Eye (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Five

I descended the stairs that led up to the bedrooms reserved for associates and proxies and made my way over to him, crouching  next to him once I reached him.

"Toby's running into the woods for her,"

He grumbled incoherently and began to stir. Sitting up slowly, he raised a hand to his head, groaning.

"I'd be fucking running too if I were him,"

I stood, offering my hand to steady him as he propped himself on his knees to stand.

"We need to end this, Tim. Jack has been taking much too long in completing his mission. It's time,"

He swayed a bit as he stood, silently glaring at the floor as he did so. I knew he didn't want to hear me, and he knew he didn't want to hear me. But it was true. Jack had taken much longer to complete this assignment than he had with any other; it was time to end it. The girl was causing more trouble than she was worth, and met one too many of the associates and proxies. She knew too much and held too much emotional power over some of the more dangerous and unpredictable ones, and it had to be stopped immediately.

"Aren't you normally against killing, Brian?"

He had paused a long moment before speaking; it was unlike him, and his pause was enough to tell me that he wasn't particularly thrilled about having to do damage control on this one.

"I'd rather us intervene before Master does,"

He considered me for a moment, then solemnly nodded.

"Yeah, I guess it's gone on for too long,"

He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, pulling the lighter out with it.

"She's got a grip on us, Brain,"

He chuckled as he lit his cigarette, inhaling deeply and slowly before exhaling, a billow of smoke curling from his lips and out into the mansion, only to dissipate into nothing.

"And you know that's why it has to end. She's seen to much, and she knows too much,"

He nodded silently in agreement, yet held a deeply forlorn look on his face. It was actually quite pathetic. He had known her for the entirety of half a day and already was acting like he was losing some sort of soulmate. 

"Don't give me that fucking look, asshole,"

He sneered, blowing a cloud of smoke directly in my face.

"Don't do that, it's disgusting."

I waved the smoke from my face, coughing from the horridly intense stench.

"If you would have just one fucking conversation with her, I bet you wouldn't feel the same as you do right now."

I shook my head in the negative. I wasn't in the mood for conversations. She had done enough damage and had caused enough discord within the Operation for an entire lifetime. Even after her death, I was sure that I'd never be free of her name.

"That time has long passed. At this point, it's her or us, Tim. You know that,"

He took the final drag of his cigarette, and tossed it out the open front door only to step on it as he nodded toward the swiftly darkening forest.

"Let's go then,"

I nodded, falling in stride behind him. 

As we approached the tree-line, he glanced over at me over his shoulder.

"Just so you know, I'm really not fucking happy about this one."

I nodded. I didn't know what to say, and surely didn't have the right words even if I had wanted to say something. I couldn't comfort him and tell him it was okay to feel that way, because it wasn't. He wasn't supposed to let it get that far. He wasn't supposed to help an incredibly valuable hostage get away from her place of holding. He wasn't supposed to be upset about having to kill her.