Cruelest Of Hearts~Eyeless Jack X Reader Chapt. 12

Chapter 12 Doctor’s Appointment

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What a peculiar girl , EJ thought as he paced up and down his own room, gathering some of his books and going through them once again, so that he would be able to revise all the information he was going to need. It wasn’t such a difficult thing to do, since the always organized killer knew exactly where he put everything, so searching through the heavy books of his libraries was not such a difficult task. He was one of the few inside the mansion to devote some of their personal space to store up some books, but despite the effectiveness when it was necessary to consult them, the majority of the killers just refused to keep their own. But EJ was not among them and always found ways to enrich his collection. And now here they are, proving that it was the best idea to do so. All the information that he needed was inside those anatomy books and he was more than eager to put them into action. So when he stepped in front of his lab door and turned the doorknob, he was determined that he had anything he needed to proceed.

The door creaked lightly under his grasp and he opened it all the way, his eternally crying royal blue mask immediately scanning the pitch blackness of the lab to locate the small figure that was resting against the floor, in the farthest left corner. Despite the lack of any light, he was perfectly able to see her, an advantage that his Creepypasta nature bestowed him with. And right there, curled up in a small ball, was the girl that had managed to peak his interest. How on earth a mere human had managed to do that, was beyond the killer’s high intelligence and comprehension; it was a wonder that not even him could find out and thus, grew more and more with each passing day that he had her around him.

 Indeed, the fire that always burned behind her eyes was everlasting and not to be overshadowed by anything, not even in the many attempts he did to scare the fire away; to drive her off the edge of what made her human and push her beyond the boundary of mere terror. At first he thought that doing what he did with all the victims he brought up here would be enough; a bit of intimidating and showing that their lives were on the first line of fire, was usually more than enough to break all resistance even to the most durables. It needed time yes, but not more than a week or so and of course as he made sure that they would come face to face with his monstrous characteristics. The coal black skin, the shark teeth. Yes, that was enough to give them a clear picture that what they dealt with was not in any way human and making them realize that there was no way out and death was the only thing that could offer them salvation- if they were lucky enough to die quickly.

And then, here is this particular girl. _______.

  No matter the times he had threatened her life, no matter the days he had left her to starve, no matter what he did to show her that he was not human, nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to faze her in the slightest. Yes, she was intimidated a few times; the specks of fear lightened up inside her eyes like small sparks of fire that flashed and then disappeared in thin smoke. But nothing lasted. Even when fear consumed her at times, even if he left her in the darkness wounded and scared beyond belief, when he would come back, he would find her once again up on her feet and with the fire inside her burning loudly like an insatiable fire from the pits of hell. She was looking at him straight in the eye; she didn’t hesitate to speak her mind. Yes, she was cautious and uptight, but never failed to face him head on and never cowered back. She was the first one to try and negotiate with him. Like, did she even think it was a good idea? What did she think she would accomplish? She was mere flesh and a nice meal waiting to be devoured, yet she tried to stand up for herself. Still, EJ knew that this last one-on-one the two of them had, must have made it clear that he wasn’t fooling around and that she had no way to negotiate with him. Because he wanted to kill her. He wanted to rip her chest open and snatch away her peculiar heart and proceed to eat it right away, watching her as she would drown in her own blood. His killer instincts were twitching inside of him; just one small movement and her neck will break. Just a bit more pressure and her skull would shatter under his hand; it was that easy to kill her and he found himself dreaming of what her organs would taste like. Would they be as dream-haunting as her voice?

Yes, they would! They could feed him for many days to come or he could just store them up for special occasions. Yeah. He bets that her kidneys would have a divine taste. How mouthwatering!

There she is EJ, it’s the perfect opportunity. Kill her. She won’t even see it coming! It would be so easy! , the voice whispered inside his mind. Yes… it was indeed a great opportunity! His mouth watered, coating the shark teeth and he took a threatening step towards the little girl’s direction, his delusional and crazed mind flashing with all the endless ways he could make her blood adorn the cold walls; he would have to clean it up afterwards, but who the hell cared? He would have gotten himself a first-class meal.

 Yet, as he did that one single step and as the images flashed before his empty gaze, they were all shortly succeeded by the memories of her haunting voice; the divine sound flooded EJ like something warm in the coldest day of winter, wrapping around his mind and driving away all the maddening thoughts and drugging him. Yes, it was addictive. The sound this girl produce was addictive like the most powerful drug in the world and once the killer had experienced it, there was absolutely no going back. If he had to describe it for the sake of keeping what was left of his mind, he would describe it as when you are intoxicated; the numbing effect runs through your veins like a chilling mist that consumes your whole existence, offering you a way out of this damned world of chaos and madness, it leaves you breathless, unable to move at all and craving hard just to get one more glimpse of the divine gift. Once you had heard it, you were unable to run away. Once you have tasted it, you are already damned. Nothing was equal to that…

  Pipe, bird, voice: none of these match that sound, whose like perhaps has vanished from the earth: not words, but sound so light… too soft to echo even from close by. Whether close by or distant I knew not, like the scent of May there wafted on the air...the sweetest, inexplicable… Such power as this have Love and Death alone… the words suddenly popped inside EJ’s deranged mind. And oh, how much they fitted her.

   So, he halted his movements towards her and sighed. He couldn’t kill her. No, not yet.

This girl was just lucky beyond imagination; he would give her that as well.

 He turned towards the wall and hit the switch, turning the strong lights of the lab on, sinking the whole place into pure white light. He made his way over to his stuff and started preparing the doctor’s bed that decorated the center of the room. He pulled some of the drawers open, taking out many of the tools he would be needing and laying them all in the small portable table beside him, making perfectly sure that they were properly cleaned and well-preserved. Fiddling a little bit with the medical machines around the room, he checked everything again and again so that he had everything he needed. Every now and then he would spare the girl a little glance, only to find out that she was peacefully sleeping away, completely undisturbed by his presence or even the lights that shone brightly above her head. She really didn’t have a danger meter inside of her right? She just slept the danger away, not giving a single care.

 But all of this would soon come to an end, when EJ filled a syringe with a clear, transparent liquid and holding it carefully on his hand, made his way towards her. His combat boots sounded like gunshots in the total silence and the sound of his breath reached his own ears, as he kneeled down near the girl and raised his free hand.

 ‘Wake up.’ he demanded ‘Wake up now.’

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 You were floating peacefully inside the blackness of sleep. Everything was so serene around you and no matter how cold you were, how much your own body shook, you wanted to just stay there forever; protected and hidden away from all the problems that you were facing when you were awake. Like the fact that you had been kidnapped, the blue masked man that was anything but human and the fact that you would probably never find out what happened to Jack. All of these things were clouding your mind, making you want to find just a small escape by numbing the pain away from your fragile heart. And the sleep that wrapped around you like a chilling veil after the man tossed you inside the lab once again was just that; a numbing escape from the reality which you gladly accepted. It was the best deal that you could get, since as things were now, you were probably going to die inside this cold and merciless white cell. Time was running out and you were sure that death was on his way to claim your weary soul for his collection.

   Yet, you couldn’t spare thinking things like that right now. What really mattered was to find a way out of this hellhole before it was too late. The man tried to make it perfectly clear that in the case you attempted to escape, you would die and not by his hand, since far more dangerous things lurked outside his room; but you knew better. You knew that the only monster in here is him and it was rendered necessary to get as far away from him as possible, before he decided to end your life himself. So, you had decided to utilize any given opportunity to do just that. Escape. The opportunity would soon present itself, since good things come to those who wait. You would exploit any opening to the fullest. You had to get out of here yesterday and even if you knew that you were unable to take him down, you would surely outsmart him.

 Yes. This was the solution to all of your problems; thinking things through and utilizing every possibility.

 It was right at that point, that something invaded your cold sanctuary, reaching deep down inside the darkness and piercing your thoughts through; it was a voice. A low, controlled and alluring voice, which was speaking your name. Your conscience immediately responded to the call and started shifting and focusing away from the dream-like state, but your heart struggled to keep it in place. It was a battle already lost though, since by the time the voice sounded a third time, you felt yourself being ejected back into reality, in an awakening that was in no way calm. And that was only enhanced, when your weary eyes finally opened and you came face to face with the all-too-familiar royal blue mask that was mere millimeters away from your own face.

 Your brain just denied taking in the information at first; your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but when you realized what was going on, your head immediately leaned backwards, trying to regain the personal space that you had lost as the man hovered above you. Still, you were unable to go even further back, since his sturdy hands were wrapped harshly around your delicate shoulders and with even this small movement, your back connected with the wall behind it. You realized that you were trapped among him and the wall, far beyond your heart started racing by the closeness. Anger bubbled up immediately inside of you and your mouth fell open as an angry expression spread over your face.

 ‘What the hell do you want?’

‘Do I finally have you attention?’ he responds, his voice even.

‘Is that your idea of waking people up?’

‘I see that you are awake. Good.’ he ignores your words.

 Before you even have the chance to take in what is going on, he grabs your chin and turns your head so that your whole neck is exposed to him and all you see afterwards is a silver flash, before the stinging pain of the needle piercing your skin shots up inside of you. Surprise penetrates you and you open your mouth to scream, but everything has ended before you manage to do so; he takes the needle off and stands on his feet once again pacing away from you and into the brightly lit room. Your chained hand flies to your neck in surprise, but you feel nothing else but a slight numbness where the needle injected you.

 ‘What did you do to me now?! Haven’t you put me through enough already?’ you demand to know, nailing your furious gaze on his relaxed figure.

 ‘You do not have to worry.’ He says as he inspects some of his medical tools ‘It is just a mild anesthetic that will keep you obedient. It will take just a few moments to take effect.’ His tone was even, but still made your heart lose some beats ‘If I wanted to kill you, anesthetic was not going to do the trick for me.’

  ‘Oh, geez thanks for the tip on that.’ you bite out, your head starting to get dizzy ‘What do you want the anesthetic for though?’

 ‘This is the fun part actually.’ Even if you couldn’t see it, you could hear the smirk on his voice ‘I am going to examine you.’

  ‘Come again?’ you weren’t sure if it was your imagination or the blurriness that the anesthetic which ran through your veins gave you that made you fail to hear what he had just said. D!mn this thing does take effect fast! Your brain is feeling strangely euphoric right now and little by little you find it all too difficult to move even a little bit. Strange numbness… not annoying though…

 ‘I am going to examine the state of your heart to see what you are suffering from. It would be easier for me to know how much time you have left and since you are not willing to tell me, I will learn it myself.’

 He was about to examine you himself. He was about to make you undergo a full medical examination because you didn’t tell him what was wrong with you. He really believed he would be able to find it. He wasn’t just a murderous b!stard, he was also delusional. You wanted to be mad at him this time, you wanted to open your mouth and yell at him that you were not going to undergo through nothing, but as your mouth did open and you inhaled a sharp breath, instead of screaming at him, your brain must have messed up the messages and instead begun to laugh. As your mouth opened, a violent bubble emerged from deep within your chest and burst out into a fit of laughter, making you almost fold in two, hugging your belly with everything you had, trying to breathe in. You laughed and laughed and laughed and you were sure that his gaze had fallen on you and that it was growing darker with each passing second, yet you simply could not stop yourself from falling into this fit of laughter.

   Tears of absolute joy filled your eyes and rolled down your cheeks and for a split second you just forgot where you were, the monster that was looking at you quite puzzled and angry and the fact that you were chained up and completely on his mercy. No, instead you chose to laugh at his face with his sad attempts to find out what you had. Like this was ever possible without you telling. Hell, even the doctors that did find out had a hard time to do so and now a mere man thought that this was possible?! So laughable.

 Slowly but steadily, your laugher started to die out, since the anesthesia with which he had injected you loosed up your muscles and you slowly started to stop, just in time when he walked up to you, undoing your chains and lifting you up in his sturdy arms with one swift movement, walking back towards the doctor’s bed in the middle of the room.

 ‘Care to explain what is so funny?’ his voice was a mixture of curiosity and slight, ever-so-faint anger.

  ‘The fact that you really believe that you can find out.’ You hear yourself say from afar, since your whole body now felt alien and your vision was a bit blurred by the anesthesia ‘Don’t take this the wrong way, but you will fail so hard!’ another laugh left your lips.

 Something metallic clinked beside you and two portable medical tables appeared, one on your right that was filled with needles and one on your left that was filled with medical tools ‘And what makes you believe that I’m unable to find out?’ he surely sounded cocky a little bit.

 ‘Because not even the doctors couldn’t find it at first.’ You shrug ‘So failure is at hand for ya.’ You laughed more. D!mn that anesthesia.

 ‘We will see ______.’ He comments, turning some machinery on and placing some taps on you. Before you know it, the sound of your heartbeat fills the room, coming straight out of the cardiographer and able to betray all the emotions you are feeling. Well, that you would be feeling if the drug didn’t keep you under check. His attention is solely turned towards it and you are sure that he is studying it closely, making is own observations.

 ‘You know, I never really got your name.’ you mumble, half asleep-half laughing. You didn’t know this was possible until you experienced it.

 He didn’t even seem to respond to your sentence and you were about to ask him again, when he spoke, stare glued on the monitor screen ‘That is because I never told you.’

  ‘Care to tell me now?’ you ask sheepishly.

‘Is it necessary or one of your concerns?’

 ‘It’s only fair to know the name of the one that’ll kill me.’ you shrug.

 ‘Fair enough.’ He simply said ‘It’s EJ.’

‘I would say nice to meet you, but it’s not good to lie.’ You mock him and burst out laughing once again. As you do though, you notice that part of the control over your body is being restored; your torso seemed ever-so-slightly lighter than before and your head was not so heavy. Did this mean that the anesthesia is wearing off a bit? He didn’t give you too much, that was for sure, because your vision cleared a bit by the movement. This was interesting, yet you were still unable to do anything.

 ‘It appears that you constantly have arrhythmias and palpitations, which are so progressed that are now constant.’ He says, more to himself than to you and completely ignoring your comment ‘You have trouble running for too long, you suffer for more exhaustion that normal and faint easily. You fainted when I chased you out of the forest. Right?’ he questions you.

 ‘Well yes.’ Comes the natural lie out of your lips. The anesthesia helps you cover up your traces and carefully, you slip your hand under the bed, flexing your fingers to wear off the effects of the drug faster.

You had allowed him to think about your condition without disturbing him, mostly because you were currently evaluating your surroundings. He had left the door of the lab wide open, obviously believing that the drug he injected you with, would be enough to restrain you down as a prisoner inside your very own body, something that lead him not to tie you up on the bed as well. A fatal mistake if you took advantage of the situation properly. It was the perfect opportunity for you, if you just somehow managed to make the effects of the anesthesia wear off, something that you were currently fighting for with all your might. Your eyes had briefly fallen on numerous heavy stuff, which your brain evaluated to be a very good distraction that could slow him down, if you had the chance and the gut to hit him with one of them. Then, he would at least be disoriented for a few minutes, giving you the chance to get the hell out of here and possibly escape from this d!mned place. You just had to play your cards right and continue trying to fight off the drug. Yes, your vision was still a bit hazy, but you would deal with this in time as well.

You must not screw this up.

EJ proceeded into taking some blood samples from your hand and went around the room talking to himself about his ideas and possibilities about your condition and he just could not appear less sane to you than when he started arguing with himself. Literally. He was asking and answering his own questions, at the same time that he connected more machines to you and made a few more tests.

 ‘Heavy heart failure. That must be a symptom though. What the hell is it then?’ He murmured for the millionth time.

  ‘Are we done yet? I’m getting tired over here.’ You whine as he comes closer to you, his figure blurred a bit, but his blue mask still standing out.

‘Shut up.’ his hand wraps around your neck in no time, drowning your complains along with your breath ‘It’s over when I say so.’ He says and it was only right then that you notice that he had his scalpel at hand and not only that, but he was leaning it dangerously close towards your neck.

 Your eyes open wide with surprise and you cease all of your movements, watching in pure horror as he takes his hand back and lowers it on your blouse, taking a hold of the fine fabric and placing the scalpel on it.

 ‘What the hell do you think you are doing?!’ you demand to know, tossing as much as you could, trying to get away from the sharp object. Fear had laced your voice perfectly, something that he surely noticed, since his empty black stare turned to you and he tilted his head to the side, observing you.

 ‘Searching for any conglomerations of blood on your skin. So I am removing the extra fabric.’

‘The blouse is not coming off. I can reassure you that I do not have any.’ You answer him quickly and obviously panicked.

 He remained silent for a bit ‘I don’t believe you.’

‘Don’t care if you don’t, the blouse stays on.’ You demand, blushing hard. You were absolutely not going to allow him to tear the fabric away and expose yourself to his deranged stare and the dark blush was also not helping you.

  The machines that were connected with you were going crazy, but that was nothing compared to what they did when you heard a tearing sound and cold air came in gentle touch with the skin of your chest. Your head immediately perked up, only to see him tear the fabric through, revealing your bra and your exposed skin to him. Instinctively, your lungs inhaled a sharp breath and your hands flew to cover you up, but he was quick to grab them and forcefully place them on your sides once again, with you struggling with all your might to protect yourself, letting out small screams of pure anger and trying to hit him with everything you had- or at least were provided to you through the anesthesia. Still, you had to defend yourself and if that required you kicking or punching him, so be it. Like, who knows what ideas would get in his head and you absolutely did not want him examining you like that. He tried to pin your hands down and stop you from constantly moving around like a lunatic, letting out a hellish growl that would be taunting, if you were not crazed as well at the moment. Your head perked up and you tried to bite his hands off from yours, but before you knew it, his hand hit you hard in the nose, which opened immediately, filling you with the hot red blood that tickled down and stained your (s/c) skin.

A pained scream left your lips, and taking advantage of the situation, he pins your hands to the sides, leaning closely to you, whispering to your ear with a voice that came straight out of the pits of hell.

 ‘If you move a single muscle, I’m going to cut off your hands.’ he threatened and by the shiver that went down your spine, you knew he meant it ‘I am tolerant towards you today, but do not test me; I will be examining you, so stay still.’

 You swallowed hard and said nothing.

‘Good.’ he was smiling, you could tell.

 He leaned back once again and his hidden stare turned towards your exposed chest, examining it inch by inch. This stirred a very uneasy feeling inside of you; you didn’t like that you were exposed like that and definitely not under his hidden gaze, which betrayed nothing about what he was thinking, making it only worse for your already horrified mind. Your inner instincts begged you to place your hands and try to hide away, but you knew that by doing so, you would infuriate him more and nothing good would come from this. So, even if your inner voice was screaming to you to protect yourself and cover up, you applied all of your strength to keep your hands perfectly glued to your sides, as he was inspecting your body and honestly, pray for the best. Yet, he was doing absolutely nothing else but looking at you, trying to figure out what was wrong without even moving his hands as well. It was then that his stare fell on a strange mark that you had on the upper side of your chest, exactly where your heart was located.

 ‘What is that?’ he asked, pointing at the mark ‘Did you have a heart transplant?’

You nodded and blushed uneasily. F*ck this sh!t ‘No, I underwent a surgery so that they could see my heart from up close and figure out what I had.’ You reply honestly.

 He seemed to be thinking about it for a bit ‘Then’ he said ‘You wouldn’t mind if I took a close peek right?’

His question wasn’t really one that you could answer, as he averted his gaze to his tools, switching into a rather ominous looking scalpel, that was a bit different from the others. He was going to open you up like a dead body and you were sure about it. So, your brain acted quickly, responding to the most ancient instincts of all times; that of self-preservation. You see your right hand shot up towards the small portable table on your right and your delicate fingers wrap around one of the syringes for literally dear life-right now is your chance to live or to die; it’s all or nothing. Your exposed torso turns and before you realize what is going on, you fling the needle towards him, stabbing him in the neck and injecting him with whatever was inside. For the first time in a while, he is completely taken by surprise.

 A low growl leaves his lips and he takes a few steps away from you, his hand flying on his neck and his movements a bit disoriented; he didn’t see it coming and for now, his brain is unable to take in the info. THAT WAS YOUR CHANCE!

 Throwing your feet to the side, you stand up on them and try with whatever strength was left inside of you to make your way towards the door. Your heart is pounding so loudly, that it’s as if it is about to pop out of your chest and fall limply on the cold floor. The continuous lack of your medication and the adrenaline that was now coursing through you like hot lava was a dangerous mix that could lead you to your demise, but right now, this was the last thing you were thinking about. Because right now, you are groggily making your way towards the door of the lab. Right now, you are literally struggling to wear off the last traces of the anesthesia and make your feet move faster and more steadily, hearing all at the same time, his pained growls reverberating from behind you. Right now you are passing the lab door and heading straight towards the door of the room, ready to wrap your hands around the doorknob and lead yourself to salvation. You pay absolutely no attention to your chest that is still exposed; you pay no attention to the blood that is dripping down your nose. You only care about moving faster and without collapsing from the dizziness and reaching the salvation door.

One step.

   Two steps.

You raise your hand towards the doorknob, pure bliss infiltrating your heart as you touch the cold metal and…

 A knock is heard coming from behind the door.

‘EJ, are you in dude?’ a gruff, low voice comes from behind, making you freeze on spot.

 Out of nowhere, a gloved hand falls on your mouth, depriving you from uttering a single word and another sturdy one wraps around your petite waist, pulling you against a toned chest of someone far more muscular than you, stopping you from advancing forward and even raising you up a little bit, with your feet disconnecting from the floor as EJ pulled you into what would be his lethal embrace. The scream was drowned inside his glove and once his voice sounded, you were sure that it must belong to a demon; no matter how low it was, it made your heart almost stop. It was threatening and twisted all at the same time.

 ‘You will pay for this.’

  Next thing you knew was your body coming in hard contact with the lab floor and the door closing right in front of you, taking away all the chances of survival that you had almost grasped.