Prompt: Jane discover that she's not the only one to survive Project Liquid Hate.
Her mind couldn’t help but flash back to when the fight took place. While she was out and looking for Jeff, Jane’s mind kept wandering back to the man that almost killed her. If it wasn’t for Sally, who knows what would have happened? This was not the first encounter of someone stronger or supernatural, but this guy was on the next level. He was with…the other party but he was human.
The man with two different colored eyes haunted her thoughts as the search continued for Jeff. His strength was overpowering her, like how Jeff did sometimes but it was on a rare occasion. But he was like Masky too, the more pissed he got the stronger he got. What could this mean? He was human as far as she could tell. So was Jeff and herself, but they could do things that normal humans couldn’t. Like her with magic and Jeff being able to stun people by looking into their eyes. A shiver went down her spine, then crawled back up as the memories of learning how Jeff could do that flashed in her head.
Nothing made sense. He didn’t have a defining mark beyond the eyes, but that is common enough among normal people. The side he was on, he was on an eldritch demon’s side opposing her boss. That was obvious to everyone who encountered him. But what else did anyone know about him? His rage was something like Jeff and herself, but he didn’t seem infected with anything that they were or even Jace for that matter. Yet it didn’t feel the same way how the three of them do. It wasn’t the same blood lust, the feeling of wanting blood running through her fingers and seeing the carnage around her. The internal craving to see blood come out of a body running down as their face pales in comparison and their eyes to roll to the back of their head; the light twinkling out their eyes as their soul leaves their body.
Deciding to try and knock herself out of this stump and train of thought, she pulled out her phone to check what is going on in the world. Scrolling through some news, she reads about how people are going missing. Boring. People are dying. Same old same old. Yet people from this company kept going missing, turning up dead left and right all over the country. This now has her attention and she had to know more. Taking advantage of the fact she needed to recover for a day, she searched the internet for information on the organization/company that this was about.
After a few hours, Jane threw her phone against the wall and it broke in half. That fucking organization, they fucking were the ones who did this to her! Or rather, who helped the infection from Jeff along and gave her the extra abilities she can do. Liquid Hate, that fucking project of sick fucks. Slender preyed on this when he recruited her, knowing that this happened to her. He even mentioned it, which made her wonder how much more he knew about this.
Putting on her mask and a simple black dress, Jane made her way out of her room and into the open air of the Domain. The weather never changed here; overcast with no rain, cool with an uneasy breeze that shows up at the worst moments for the ultimate creep factor. It was nice to have a little home to herself, no one else being able to enter and infiltrate her sanctuary. The mansion was always within walking distance, never more than twenty paces away. He had to have the answers or at least a few to what is going on.
Marching up to the mansion, she heads inside and goes right for where she knows Slender to be. His library/office for when he knows someone is coming. Slender usually has tea ready for her to drink with him, with their usual book discussions and complaining about Jeff. With the latter asshole not being here, it only went down to talking about books and loving how quiet it is in comparison.
‘You may enter Jane.’ A voice rings in her head as she goes to knock on the door. Without hesitating, her heads move from the going to knock to open the door. The door closes behind her with a slam, harder than intended which hinted at her steaming anger in her. She needed answers, and he had to have some of them.
‘You come because of the raid.’
Slender states, knowing it wasn’t a question, setting a cup of tea down on the elegant side table.
“Of course you know. I need to know a few things about Liquid Hate. Namely, were there people other than me who survived? Or did they continue, or someone else picks it up and use the data gathered?” It was a lot of questions at once, and she spoke quicker as more words spilled out of her mouth. It wasn’t normal for Jane to be this nervous, this demanding. But if her boss had answers, he owed it to her.
Slender looked calm to her, not indicating any emotion due to not having a face. All he did was pick up a teapot and pour the second cup of tea, steam rising into the air, swirling before dissipating. The area around them became that calm that would cling to a person, making them paranoid that someone was watching. She knew that he was watching her, probing her mind without her consent how he always does to everyone he talks to. Jane knew this, knew it was happening, but there was nothing that could be done about it without getting in some serious headaches. Fighting him out of the deepest parts of her head would waste more energy than she wanted to spend for the time.
‘They continued, yes. Despite being taken down by you and many others, the company came back and continued on their experiments. You wish to know because of the male you fought, yes?’ Slender responded, unmoving and staying still.
“Yeah, the guy with the two different eyes. The one Sally helped me with.” Jane didn’t have to much pride to admit the child helped her unlike some of the others in the house.
‘Ah yes, him. I do not know much of him, not even a name. But his strength is like Masky in that the angrier he gets the stronger he gets, but he does have some other things. I could feel the spirit of the dead surround him, connected to him. What that connection is between the spirit and him I do not know. I was more focused on trying to not die myself, and making sure that all you will survive the night with the least injuries as possible.‘
Jane huffed in response to that because it only partially answered her question. “So what, is he a part of Liquid Hate or not?“
Slender appeared to have sighed from his body posture despite having no mouth. ‘As far as I am aware, yes because no one can get that strong without some extra help. He’s marked by my competitor, but it didn’t give him anything extra from my observations. Be it he allowed it, or it happened to him without his knowledge I do not know.’
“So there is a way he could have no idea that he’s experimented on. With no side effects, like my black eyes?“
'You expect me to know all the answers to something I personally care to not take part in, especially something in the past child. I would not be taking that tone with me, else you wish to relive those times. I can not say for sure if he was or wasn’t. Now leave me.’
Standing there watching, the woman in black looked at her boss with hate and rage bubbling under her skin. It felt as if she was a teapot boiling over, the steam billowing out of her head. How dare he treat her like this, hold out on her. She knew why because he was a being who believed himself higher than her. He was, he was something that wasn’t human, that wasn’t an angel or a demon, a being that is nothing and everything. He might not know anything, but being a person of time he has all the time in the world to look into it. If people were being used against him from the same program she was a part of, he should research it. With a huff, Jane turned on her heels, stormed out of the library office area into the kitchen of the mansion and out the back door of the whole building.
Getting back to her own mini-domain in this entire place, slamming the door behind her as it faded into nothing leaving her in the small house she built this up. The steam from the teapot boiled over now as she screams out in frustration and anger, losing her temper and her level-headedness in one fell swoop. All the while Jeff wasn’t here for her to blow off some steam by fighting him. No, he had to be gone! Jane looked around at her destroyed room, not remembering how it got this far; she could see nothing but red.
Picking up two knives, Jane slid them into their sheaths on her thighs. Tonight is the night to blow off steam the old fashioned way. A good ol’ killing of creeps.
