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It was just every other night when NAME would wait by the bedroom window, trying to get a glimpse of the mysterious man dwelling outside the house every night. It was strange for her to feel so enticed by the sight of this man—a mysterious man in a black hoody, his face being hidden adds more on the desire for NAME to see him, to talk to him.
There was a knock on the window, making her freeze on the spot—It was the man in the hoody. How come he's over here in a short period of time?
The next thing she knew, he was already inside the house walking as if he owns the place, his footsteps sending a chill on her spine—but then there was the screaming. It was too sudden, she couldn't do anything but stare at a distance. NAME was stabbed as well but she can manage to patch it up later.
The man stood by the mangled bodies, taking in his work before squatting down to pull his scalpel to ravage organs he oh so craved for. NAME watched and wondered if she was next to be carved up to death, how will it hurt, and how long would it take for the man to recognize her—will he recognize her?
She could feel her breath beginning to stagger, slowly going shallow and slow but she had to stay awake. She had to or otherwise he could kill her. NAME heard the man sigh when he looked at her and then he was squatting down at her.
"You know this wouldn't happen if you didn't get away" he said.
Of course NAME knew that. Trying to have a normal life was never easy to achieve,not for a criminal—one under HIS domain.
"I know"
"Then why" his voice began to shook, "Why did you leave? "
Why did NAME leave—what could possible the reason for her to leave that hell? She was promised a new and comfortable life, not to be surrounded by ticking time bombs who's slowly influencing her that being a person with manic episodes and using it to justify her cold killings is fine. It was good at first—the rushing adrenaline spreading on her entire body after seeing the life drained from her victim's eyes, blood smeared all over her and tasting it to satisfy her cravings.
The first two weeks at the mansion was not good. Being violated is not nice, being treated as a good fuck will never be fine. Only he could give her the comfort she always yearned.
But then, she betrayed them.
NAME told on them, opened the mansion to Zalgo and before they knew it, half of the residents were killed. Vanished without even knowing. HE was nowhere to be found, and after all that, only a handful of the residents survived—he was one of the survivors.
"I did what I had to do, Jack" she answered, ignoring the scalpel pressed against her neck, "Its either I get killed, or they get killed—"
"BUT WHAT ABOUT ME!?"
His voice echoed through her ear, resonating everywhere but her heart. NAME had loved him in every way—loved him as a friend, as a boyfriend, and as her way of survival. All she could think about was that at the end of the day, she could only rely on her self. No one is a friend— it was a fucked up mentality to uphold, though sometimes it's the truth.
Jack stared in disbelief, completely devastated. Never in his life he had felt such feelings of disappointment and denial, for the woman he had learned to love and sacrifice for just merely stared at him with coldness even in the brink of death. HE ordered Jack to kill her the moment he caught the sight of her, it was no easy task for HE had treated her as a daughter and HE became like her father—but there was a contract, and that contract must be followed.
NAME blurted out a silent laugh, a bitter one. Maybe she could apologize just this time before succumbing to death?
"Oh God... I'm really dying, huh? "
The blade quickly slashed through the neck, blood quickly splurting from the open wound while some of it flooded her mouth. Usually, Jack would feel a sense of euphoria on a kill, but no, all he could feel at the moment was grief. Jack removed his mask and quickly pressed his lips on hers, he could still feel NAME's urge to respond with a hand slowly making its way to his sickened,gray skin and caressed it one last time. The warmth was quickly leaving her as he continued to planting kisses on her face.
Then she was gone.
Jack sat on the bloodied floor for who knows how long. If it wasn't for HIS arrival he would still be frozen in time next to the body of the woman he loved.
"I am deeply saddened" HE spoke, "Believe me, child"
Jack could only nod at HIM, for he is aware that it was needed to be done. In order for them to live, he had to kill her or otherwise Zalgo would find them again. Part of Jack blamed HIM, but he knows too well that for someone who made such an impact, it would be so hard to act and process the betrayal of a fellow, trusted resident—a daughter and a lover.
She was promised new life, was then used, found comfort in him, and betrayed on the last second when she landed a gaze of guilt and love on him.
When the surviving residents reunited with HIM, Jack remembered when HE told him what was in NAME's mind when he stood side by side with the opposition:
"You might not understand nor forgive me for what I'm about to do—for you, for HIM, and to the residents of this mansion. You will know once I perish and when I do, always remember that despite your disappointment and agony—I will always love you"
He knew it by heart, word for word and imagined her voice saying it over and over again every night. It's just that he could never admit that everytime he did, he would cry his heart out.
Jack could and will never accept it—though he made the choice to kill you for good, the moment he pressed the cold blade onto your neck made him feel this overwhelming surge of sadness, realizing one thing: be it before or after the betrayal, he would always yearn for you.
He would always, always, love you.