Batmangirl19

{Jack’s POV}         Frustration filled Jack as he returned to the cabin, slamming the door behind him. He tossed his mask onto the table and slammed his fist on the wall, shoulders heaving as he seethed with silent rage. Yet again, another failed night of hunting. Every evening he’d practice on dummies before hunting, but after eight days he’d only recovered a fraction of his original skill. More often than not, he had to sedate or slit his victims’ throats before removing their organs because he still felt too weak to guarantee a successful kill if they were conscious.         This time, though, it wasn’t be

{Jack’s POV}         “Hush little baby, don’t say a word... Momma’s gonna buy you a mockingbird...”         I need to scream.         “And if that mockingbird won’t sing... Momma’s gonna buy you a diamond ring...”         I need to hear.         “And if that diamond ring turns brass... Momma’s gonna buy you a looking glass...”         I need to see.         “And if that looking glass gets broke... Momma’s gonna buy you a billy goat...”         I need to eat.         “And if that billy goat won’t pull... Momma’s gonna buy you a

{Reader’s POV}         After our little “chat”, Jack left me alone for the majority of the day. I think he actually felt kind of bad, if such a thing were possible. He avoided the bedroom and just left sandwiches for me outside my door. The only times I saw him were when I went into the hall to reach the bathroom, at which point I could see him sitting on the couch messing with my laptop. Based on his mumbling, I assumed he was having trouble doing whatever he wanted, but he didn’t come to me for help.         The next day wasn’t much different. I slept in until the afternoon and found myself bored with little

{Jack’s POV}         Before [Name] could even blink Jack had her pinned to the bed with her hands above her head, hovering just above her to avoid putting his full weight on her wound. It was so sudden she just stared at him dumbfounded for a few moments, her eyes slowly widening as the situation sunk in. Jack chuckled as she started squirming, but he kept his grip on her wrists firm. He released one hand to tilt his mask, revealing a razor-sharp smirk. Earlier he’d shown her his mouth to intimidate her for interrogation purposes, but this time was for pure pleasure.         “To be honest, I’m not sure why I brought

{Reader’s POV}         The sun was high in the sky when I awoke, grunting groggily as I rolled over. Yawning, I glanced around my surroundings in faint confusion. This wasn’t my bedroom... Puzzling over it, I froze mid eye-rub as everything abruptly rushed back to me. Jack. Jack had kidnapped me, taking me to his house. Tensing, I quietly pulled the covers over me and rolled over to face the wall. Right now I wanted to go to sleep and enter a completely unrelated nightmare. Of course, though, I had no such luck.         I heard the tumbling of a lock being undone followed by the door opening as Jack entered. Quickly I closed my

{Jack’s POV}         Darkness blanketed Jack as he lay curled in the bed of the truck, lights and colors dancing across his blurry vision. His hands and legs were bound with duct tape, his mouth as well, but he was too weak to struggle, too tired... His lids fluttered as he rested his empty eyes, his already griggy mind lulled by the rhythmic sound of the tires running over the pavement. So tired... So sleepy... He’d just escape in the morning...         The moon was starting to dip in the sky a bit as the truck drove over the mulch- and stone-littered ground, the bumpy ride making [Name] grunt and stir a bit. After crying for

{Reader’s POV}         I sat in the bed with the blankets pulled over my shoulders as I hugged my knees to my chest, a million thoughts running through my mind at once. He ate organs? The claws, sharp teeth and gray skin already proved that guy wasn’t human, but that little tidbit of information was still a bit much to process. Remembering the strings of flesh hanging from his teeth made me shudder. Where had he gotten them? Had he eaten...?         No, more importantly, what had he been eating before this? If I assumed he wasn’t human, then his diet might consist only of organs. How long had he been here? My mind conjure

((A/N: Please check description for an important announcement!)) {Jack’s POV}         Numbness filled his mind as he lay sprawled on the floor, his scalpel lying just out of his limp reach. A syringe protruded from the side of his neck, filling his body with numbness. His own tool, turned against him. How ironic. A shadow loomed over him as his intended victim stared down at him, his mouth curled into a somewhat manic smile as he picked up the scalpel to remove it from Jack’s range. “Don’t worry,” he cooed, kneeling by Jack with a crazed smile. Crazy. This man was crazy. As Jack’s consciousness faded, he

         I sat on the couch, reading the most boring book I’ve ever read, when I heard the familiar sound of tires crunching over gravel. My eyes lit up as I jumped and flung the book aside, dashing towards the door to see a familiar green pickup truck pulling into the driveway. “Buddy!” I called as I raced towards it, waving enthusiastically as it turned off and the door opened. However, my joy turned to horror as Buddy nearly fell out, red staining his shirt. I froze in my tracks, my eyes wide. “B... Buddy...? Buddy!” I ran to his side, helping him to his feet. “Buddy, what happened? Buddy!”