Jeff The Killer X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

No, I said nothing and did nothing. “What you scoffing at over there Ollie?” Jack's voice invaded and interrupted my own self-loathing. I turned to look at the rogue were-bear. He, meaning Jack, was a sick mother fucker. Just strolling through life taking what he wants and throwing away what he is done with. I have never actually seen him harm a child in any way, shape, or form. Though I have watched his eyes shine with glee when the crawlers killed a group of kids, and he even helped string them up through the trees like lights once they had been killed. Humming as he did so.

He looked at himself and saw that he was tied in a metal chair, Jack looked up. "W-what is h-happening?" His voice was coarse and dry, He saw the familiar mischievous eyes of his sister. "What do you think, brother?" Jackie laughed like a madman along with his father. From that sentence, Jack knew what is going on. His eyes widened from shock. His eyes contain a lot of emotions such as sadness, pain, betrayal. (They... they are going to kill me? My father... my sister is going to kill me...)

"Is it?" The voice didn't come from the comms. It came from the doorway. Blind Eye froze. The humming stopped. The hand holding the whiskey glass trembled, sending ripples through the amber liquid. Slowly, the motorized wheelchair turned. The servos whined in the silence. Jack stood in the archway. He looked like a vision from hell. His trench coat was shredded, revealing the Kevlar and blood beneath. His face was smeared with soot and the blue dye from the confetti. His eyes were burning silver pools of absolute, unadulterated violence.

He stomped again, the man sputtered water right before his brain turned to mush. The Alpha with the seared face clicked his pulse gun at Jack, but it didn't work. Jack threw his knife at the man, but the Alpha caught it. Jack ran at him instead, maneuvering his body like a fulcrum and flipped the Alpha backwards on to the metal desk. His body broke as it hit. The Alpha stabbed Jack in the kidney. White hot pain soared up through his spine. Jack jammed his elbow down into the Alpha's throat, cutting off his air supply. The man stared with his hollow eyes at Jack. He knew he was going to die, that Jack was moments away from suffocating him, but his eyes never faltered. The eyes of a killer.

I immediately clear every single app in which I opened, before quickly throwing myself underneath Jack's covers. "Babyyy, wow youu should've seen meh out there." Jack slurred as he looked up at me with his completely dark and dilated eyes. "Did you win?" I asked, trying to act as if I didn't just invade his sense of privacy. "I fuckking killed them."

Trailing the guard were the very soldiers and the psychologist who were supposedly dead. "What if... we are the witnesses?" I pushed through the line of agents, walking deliberately toward Silas. Behind me followed ten fully armed "ghosts." Enzo, whose throat was cut; Mario, who jumped from a building; Luigi, who drowned... Even the "suicidal" psychologist, Dr. Sterling. They removed their masks, revealing faces that made Silas look like he'd seen a ghost. The wine glass slipped from Silas's hand and shattered on the floor. His practiced elegance crumbled, and his eyes finally showed terror.

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

Kneeling on the marble floor in front of him was a man in security uniform. It was Jack. Jack’s face was a map of wounds and dried blood. One eye was so swollen it was closed. Blood stained his collar. He was breathing hard but kept his head bowed. He didn’t fight back. He just took the blows. And Nathan wasn’t done. Like a whip, Nathan’s leg snapped out and kicked Jack’s side. The sound that followed was terrible. A sick crack, then a muffled cry. Jack curled inward, nearly toppling to the side.

He chuckled, and I almost puked at the way he talked, as if they were just talking about chickens. "He wanted her dead. I have to bargain for her. That shackle on her neck is keeping her alive. Once it’s out and she shifts, Dad has an order to eliminate her." Riley didn’t say anything, but I saw him throw a glance at Alpha Aeon through the rearview mirror. I couldn’t read Riley’s expression, but it was surely something else as he scrutinized the Alpha behind us. I tilted my head to look at Alpha Aeon and found him looking at Alexa, whose head was leaning against the window and already fast asleep.

Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie. "They will fucking, pay for this!", Nyx roared inside my mind, igniting the fury already ablaze. There had to be over fifty pictures – zoomed in and out – of their gruesome murder. It was obvious they had suffered and she would make sure that the person who did this suffered too.