Jack could just barely see where Sophia stood—her nervous system lit up as very, very faint threads, but they brightened when she moved. Completely unconcerned, he followed along behind her as she stumbled for the exit, and winced as she whistled randomly, right in his ear. Like he couldn’t have seen through that tactic.
Chuckling, he laid a hand on her shoulder out of nowhere. “Wrong way, birdy,” he teased, giving her a hard spin and stepping away again.
Sophia let out a little yelp when he grabbed her, falling to the ground when he shoved her. “You asshat." She spat, taking in a breath after she said it. If he caught her, she was going to pay dearly for that, and the whole ‘knee to the balls’ incident.
She let out the breath of air, trying to keep her breathing regulated. She looked around for a moment, figuring that if he was going to attack her, he would’ve done so already. Just like most of the guys she was sent to kill, he enjoyed the game too much.
She looked around, waiting for her eyes to catch a gleam of moonlight under a door, leading her to the kitchen, or hopefully outdoors.
Jack picked at his nails, sparks flying off with every click. "I’m pretty sure you don’t ‘have’ any Jackson Price, so I can’t answer that question, birdy,” he replied, tilting his head at his own hand. Finally, he looked up at her, and grinned widely. “As for whether or not he’s still breathing…well, that’s up to him, I suppose. Although judging by the rest of you, he’s probably too…”
The lights above them blew out, and down both ends of the corridor, one by one, plunging both of them into darkness and rendering Jack invisible but for his eyes.
She almost screamed. Almost. But she kept her mouth closed, moving as quietly as she could. She walked slowly, towards where she thought the exit was. It was hard for her to tell though, seeing as she wasn’t in her usual environment, but if she could assume correctly, he wasn’t either. And for that she was thankful.
After she was a good distance away from the glowing spheres, Sophia whistled a tunless note, cupping her hands so that the sound would echo. She hoped that it would confuse him a moment, giving her time to get a head start.
psa:if i ever send you a meme, you are under no obligation to respond to it if you aren’t comfortable with it. this is supposed to be fun, chickadees, and i never want you to do anything that you don’t want to out of a sense of obligation. that’s all lovelies. have some puppies: