Leigh sent me a file which contains this chapter. All this time, she was planning to do this. It's like she sees the future :0 or maybe she just read the last chapter... or something...
"So, how are you doing?"
Kira walked over to the balcony, leaning over the railing. She tried to ignore the voice.
"You know, it was really weird watching you and that gray dude kiss."
She blushed at what he said.
"Are you guys a thing? I'm curious."
Kira still didn't answer to him. A bunch of questions popped up in her head.
Brother?
Where was he?
How is he doing this?
"Good question, since we're siblings, I'm connected to you. So, I could telepathically communicate with you. Which, I'll admit, is cool. And if pain is conflicted on me, you could feel it too. And damn, that lady is really strong."
Kira still stood silent.
"Giving me the silent treatment? Kinda rude. I never knew my sister was a snob."
Kira ignores it again, then goes inside. She closed the doors and sat on her bed.
"By the way, remember that scar on your chest? That was me."
Her head started throb.
"I know you're listening, Lana, don't pretend. I know you're holding on to my every word."
"Who's Lana?" She asks.
"Even your name? What have they done?!" He says in a mocking matter. "You're Lana, it's your real name. Like mine is Lewis."
"I... don't understand."
"Don't understand what...?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"So, I can't talk to my sister after eleven years?"
Kira pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to get rid of the headache.
"Well, I'm actually trying to do my job."
"Job?" Kira questioned.
"Well, since you live with people that are called by a weird name, it's my job to find them. Probably not a good thing to tell you my plans for the weekend, but what could you do? Use your fancy telekinesis and try to stop me like you did to that kid? And he only wanted to see you again, since you two used to be best friends."
Kira was now annoyed.
"Never mind, it was your boyfriend who killed him."
"Stop it."
"Stop what? All I'm doing is talk to you."
Kira caught a glimpse of the mirror, her face now showing a look of surprise.
The boy in the mirror smiled at her.
"Huh, I just realized how much we look alike."
The boy had the same shade of brown Kira had for her hair, his eyes also cerulean.
The boy then disappeared.
"Nah, don't worry about me going through the mirror, that was just an illusion."
She heard a laugh.
"Are you nervous? There's nothing to worry about, Lana. I'm not sitting next to you, so I can't hurt you."
The throbbing seized, followed by his last words that seemed to linger im her mind no matter how hard she forgot.
"But I'll find you soon."
* * *
Nothing's as good as a good morning. Well, not for Jack. He didn't like the sun rays hitting his... eyes when he wakes up. The few seconds of being blind made him grouchy a tad bit, but he always seemed to keep all of his emotions to himself.
He stood up, neck aching and still a little drowsy. He went to the window and closed the curtains after taking a peek outside. He could see the leaves of the trees surrounding the mansion swaying with the breeze, and the Seedeater chasing Smile dog. He then took his black hoodie and pulled it over his tank top. And he put his mask on.
It's been two years since he arrived to the mansion. Two years since he regained his sight, even without the two optical orbs that should be a part of his head.
Still, he hadn't gotten used to it. He wasn't used to seeing an eyeless boy when facing the mirror.
He wonders when he'll be blind again. After, Slenderman did tell him that he can't have it forever.
"You'll get to see the world as long as I'm active."
If Slenderman would be mentally absent, he'll be blind. He wanted to relive the days he relied on his other senses.
He stepped out of his room, and heard a creak. He looked around and noticed the door to Kira's room close. He went downstairs and into the kitchen, seeing Ben smoking.
"It's too early, stop that." He told Ben, taking the roll of paper and drug. He ignored Ben as he whined and drops it to the floor, stepping on it.
"Duude, why you do that?!"
Jack ignores him again and goes for the fridge. He took his bag of kidneys and took one, immediately biting into it.
"Yer a jurk." Ben pulls a strip of paper out of his pocket, along with a small bag of what Jack assumes to be cannabis.
Jack was about to question his accent, but decides not to. High, or drunk, Ben was not really easy to tolerate with.
Like one time, Ben knocked his door down and danced into his room. It took Jack a while to make him get out of his room, but he managed. At times, he would see him argue with his reflection.
Ben, in this state, was even more annoying than he normally is. He's just glad that he hasn't been smoking for the past month, which meant peace for him.
Jack went to the training area. He expected everyone else to be there. As he descended down the stairs, a throwing knife was going towards him. He immediately ducked, the knife hitting the wooden steps behind him.
Jeff grumbled, going towards the stairs and tried to pull it out.
"Slender will be mad once he sees that." Jack referred to the small gash on the wood.
"Whatever." Jeff walked back to the spot where there are dummies. Several daggers and knives stuck out of the body of one particular dummy, indicating that Jeff had been using it.
"Why are you sour?" Jack asks.
Jeff sighs, throwing the knife at the dummy, hitting the bulls eye on the chest of dummy. "It's Jane. Slendy let her stay here!" He grabbed another throwing knife from a small box, placed on a pedestal next to him. "Now I have to fucking deal with that bitch. I just hope that there's no other person that Slendy brings along that hates me."
"So, I did miss something."
"Yeah." He turned, wincing. "She kicked me in the balls."
Without looking, Jeff threw the knife. It hit the bulls eye on the dummy's head.
"It was partially your fault. If you didn't burn her and kill her family, she wouldn't be planning her revenge." Jack stated, matter-of-factly.
Jeff grumbled, taking several knives and daggers from the box. He held them all with one hand and threw it at the direction of the dummy. Once again, not looking. The sharp objects hit the dummy and the wall behind it, forming a horizontal line.
He yelled out of frustration, eyes gleaming with anger. "LIFE IS HARD!"
Jack turned away and left him to destroy the other dummies set up for the others. He passed by sections for training, which contained targets for archery, a couple of cabinets containing weapons, a station to practice stealth, and a boxing ring. There were also machines for exercising.
And now he's curious on how he got all of the equipment.
He passed by the lab, seeing that it was empty. The only thing that remained of the doctor were the test tubes he used yesterday.
He decided to ask Callum, who just so happened to pass by.
"Uh, I don't know actually." He answered, looking as curious as Jack was. "I think he left to satisfy his 'thirst for gore'." He said, chuckling.
"Oh, okay." Jack said, before he turned to leave. Probably to train by himself.
"Hey, wait!" Callum called after him.
Jack turned around again.
"Want to spar?"
