I couldn't enter the house, not in the state it was in at least, that much was apparent.
Even from the great distance between myself and the informant female, I could still discern what she had said; and I didn't care for it one bit. They'd be looking for (Name) with a such a report. And losing her wasn't something I was willing to do, and a part of me was starting to think that it wasn't just for the sake of the assignment anymore.
She wasn't supposed to be interesting. She wasn't supposed to be so captivating; she was just another human. She was just supposed to be another human, another assignment. But the longer she stayed in the cabin, her scent bombarding my senses completely and her name bullying all other thoughts from entering my head, the longer I wanted her to stay. Surely the boss would all too soon realize that the assignment hadn't been completed as quickly as he had anticipated, and he would start to ask questions.
I had to decide if his questions were of more importance than my own, and while I desperately wanted the answer to be my own, I knew much better. Would I risk my own freedom for the girl?
As I crouched in the dense woodlands behind what used to be the girl's house, going out of my way to take the food from her former residence that would surely fit her liking rather than call in favors to get generic food, I had my answer.
But, the best part about being accustomed to being emotionally distant is that though I was feeling something quite confusing regarding her, she'd never know. I'd never allow her to know. I'd complete the assignment, and get her out of my life as quickly as possible. She was clouding my judgements, and that fact stood out in crimson as I caught the female informant gazing almost directly to where I was positioned.
I knew she hadn't seen me, for if she had, she would have instantly alerted the army of officers. I had to stop the rampant thoughts of (Name), it was distracting me in ways that could prove dangerous. With that in mind, I made my final decision.
I pulled myself from the pesky thoughts for the moment, refocusing myself on what I was going to do next.
Though I hadn't been able to grab the informant's name, I had been able to see the glint of the badge that the officer wore; Detective Brackie.
Perhaps that would come in use, especially if the little detective decided to get a little too close to the case.
Bzzt, Bzzt.
The device in my pocket vibrated, but I didn't bother checking it. Another snarky update from Tim was a message that could surely wait until later on.
With a heavy sigh, I decided that there was nothing further I could do in regards to getting into (Name)'s house, but if she had to go without food much longer, it would definitely turn into an emergency situation. She had already gone multiple days without eating, and if I wanted to complete the assignment any time soon, she'd have to eat to help her body heal from all the deep bruises and cuts she had attained.
You did that to her.
A pang of guilt flickered deep inside of me. I had caused her so much pain in the beginning, and it was very clear that she still felt avid animosity toward me. She had told me before I left to stop acting like I cared about her well-being, because if I really did care, I wouldn't have hurt her in the first place. And I couldn't argue, because she was absolutely correct.
I had tried convincing myself that forcing her to comply was part of the assignment, but I knew I didn't need to use such force with her. So why did I? The bruises littering her skin served as another reminder as to why I needed to get her as far away from me as possible as soon as possible; I couldn't care for her without hurting her in some way or another, and certain types of pain could be much worse than physical. I could never love her; to love her was to betray her, to lie to her, and to hurt her. She could never know what I was. What I have done. How long I've been doing it. What my diet consisted of.
I'd rather be transported back to that wretched little table beneath the cult than watch her suffer all the disbelief and complete desperation I had suffered through.
And the intensity and absolute truth of that statement scared me. Humanity was an emotion I had buried long ago, long before I ever came to know the name (Name). Yet in the short time I had known her, she had been able to resurface it, even if just a miniscule amount. I was doubting my actions, questioning my own integrity, and worst of all, beginning to doubt my assignment altogether.
I sighed, attempting in vain to exhale the foreign poison the girl had breathed into me to no avail.
I stood from my crouching position only to freeze in my place.
The distinct sound of leaves crunching beneath some sort of boot hammered at my eardrums, matching the hammering in my chest.
Not only a pair of footsteps coming my way, but a second crunching right beside it; a dog.
Fuck Jack. You've really done it now.
I had no choice but to move before I was actually spotted; I silently thanked whatever demon had a hand in creating me for gifting me with an extremely heightened hearing. Though I lacked sight, it wasn't really something I needed when I could hear even the softest flutter of someone's eyelashes brushing together as they blinked.
The duo was still a good twenty feet away from me, and with that in mind, I moved to remove my boots as fast as I could. The wilderness was definitely not made for cryptids to be roaming about in, but cryptids were, fortunately for me, crafted for traversing the wilderness quickly and absolutely silently.
Boots in hand, I made a start in the direction of my cabin, and once I had put quite a bit of distance between the crunching leaves I had heard and myself, I stopped to listen.
Though I heard nothing now, I had sworn that while I was running, I had heard something hit the forest floor.
--Jeff POV--
Jack still hadn't read the message I had sent him, and I decided that if he wanted to play the silent-treatment game, I'd be the winner. I turned off my phone completely before I threw it to the forest floor, crushing it under the weight of my thick boot.
Toby wasn't known for being very vigilant, but this time, the little fucker had actually done something useful; he spotted Tim making an escape with (Name) in tow. As both Toby and I watched the pair from the near tree-line, I felt my blood begin to boil in my very veins.
Tim really must not have understood the weight that that split-second decision of his really held. He was taking away my love, and taking away my reason to finally be rid of Tobias.
Quite a nuisance Toby had been proving to be. Instead of helping me formulate ways to get her out of the cabin, as we had originally agreed upon, he had resorted to moping in his bedroom and staring at his ceiling, unresponsive to any of my questions or attempts at conversation with him.
It served as further proof to me, as if I needed any, that he didn't feel about her as strongly as I did. I wasn't going to fucking sit pretty like a duck in a pond, waiting for the perfect moment to make a move; though, waiting this time had proved to be pretty beneficial. Tim had brought my baby right to me. But, though he had led her right to the mansion for me to steal away from him like a diamond timepiece, he had still made my shitlist for taking her at all. What purpose did he have with her to be taking her somewhere in his personal vehicle?
I definitely didn't make valedictorian in my scholarly days, but I wasn't a fucking idiot; she had affected him the same way she had affected us. But, none of them had been confirmed by her like I had. She had acknowledged me. Sure, she turned me against Toby, but she knew he was against our love from the second she saw him. She wanted me to protect her; after all, she had said that she would do anything for me. She understood our future, our fate.
And Toby, nor Tim, nor God him-fucking-self would stand in between her and I any longer.
I knew sooner or later, Jack would look at the message and see that Tim had taken (Name). Though Toby and I could probably take on Tim ourselves, should he and (Name) still be able to escape for any reason, Jack would be a third body looking for them.
(Name) would be mine.
-- I'm the author and I cant stand Jeff and his psychotic antics, but it serves a purpose!
I think the updating schedule is turning into an every other day type of deal, because everybody needs a few nights a week to just relax and play sims or do something they enjoy, and it helps me plan out my chapters a little better.
ALSO Jack and (Name) both have come to a decision on their own, I wonder how this will work out when they finally get to confront each-other about these said decisions?
I cant tell you exactly what they are, because that would be a spoiler, but I can say that these decisions are COMPLETELY opposite sides of the same spectrum.
And as always, if you're going to Meatball, do it Extravagantly.--