Glass Eye (Eyeless Jack X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Raising my weapon silently, I aimed, and I fucking fired. The recoil was strong, but my grip and footing both were stronger as I planted my shoes sturdily onto the Earth beneath me, ready to fire once more.

But there was absolutely nobody there. I surely had shot the orange-hooded one; I had been able to hear the bullet make contact.

"You're a great shot, I'll give you that,"

Whirling around on my heels, I stood before two men, mouth agape. There was no way.

Sewn, circular red patches stared back at me as his stitched-on red frown mocked me.

My eyes trailed from the unsettling mask to the small twinkle from between his fingers, the setting sun reflecting off of the now rugged material; he rolled it in his fingers. The bullet I had just shot from my gun was now between his fingers, taunting me.

The figure beside him wearing the white mask donned with feminine features let out a sinister chuckle from behind it as he slung his arm around the shoulders of the second man.

"What have you come to do, hm? Avenge your friend? You don't even know if we had anything to fucking do with it,"

He scoffed, glancing over at his partner before letting the arm he had draped over the other man fall as he stepped toward me. He pointed a finger into my chest, digging in enough to make me back up on instinct.

He noticed the flinch, and grabbed both of my shoulders roughly, shaking me a bit as he did so. Tears began to well in my eyes as I processed the scene that was unfolding before me.

"I-I didn't want to cause t-trouble, I-I just want my friend b-back. She's all I f-fucking have,"

He let out a laugh directly in my face; he was turning my pain into some sort of comedy show. I knew I should have just taken my shot right from where I stood when I had first seen them; they would have had no time at all to prepare for it.

"I-I-I-I j-j-just want you to s-s-s-shut your fucking MOUTH,"

He mocked my stuttering, which I had lost control of containing due to pure and unbridled fear, and looked over his shoulder at his partner.

"I think I know a guy that'd have fun with this one. L-L-Likes to s-s-s-s-stutter, heh,"

The hooded man nodded, but gestured back toward me, which made the masked man turn himself fully back to me.

If I was tired of anything in my life, it was being pushed around by men. I had been pushed around, manipulated, and beaten by my father. I had been cheated on, assaulted, and abused by my ex-boyfriend; after enduring every fucking obstacle that he been thrown at me, I wasn't about to buckle under the weight of yet another man's internal issues.

I knew there was one thing that sadistic men just couldn't resist; reveling in the vulnerability of others.

I sunk to my knees dramatically, dolling it up with a flutter of my eyelids as I let my body go limp, hitting the ground hard as I pretended to faint.

"Look at her, fucking pathetic! Can't even handle a little scare before passing out,"

Both men shared a small chuckle before I heard footsteps beside me. I felt a breath on my face, hot and reeking of cigarette smoke; I knew it had been the masked one. He reeked of cigarettes, I could smell it before he had even forced me closer to him.

Working slowly, my hands found their way to the gun that had fallen beside me, strap now completely off my arm, most likely it had fallen off during my theatrical display.