Never Yours (JTK Fanfic)

Part 6

I woke up to loud yelling. It sounded like my parents. Mom and dad must be arguing again.

I rubbed my eyes and got up out of bed. I crept quietly over to the door so they would know I was awake.

'They always do this at night,' I thought as I slowly slid the door opened. Light from the hallway pooled into my dark bedroom, making me squint.

They were at the end of the hallway. My parents were standing in front of their bedroom door, yelling loudly. It's a wonder how they think anyone can sleep through something like this.

"Do I look stupid to you? Of course I knew that!"

"Really? Really? You knew that but you went ahead and took it into your own hands anyway? You knew that she was MINE from the beginning!"

I watched them carefully. What were they talking about? Were they arguing about me?

"No shit but you were obviously in no condition to do it yourself! You even let her do THAT to you! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you weren't fit for this mission."

Mission? What mission?

And just like that, things began to warp away from me, like my environment was being sucked away by a vacuum.

"Say that again to my face, elf boy,"

I slowly blinked my eyes open, seeing two oddly familiar faces standing a couple feet away.

Jeff had BEN's shirt in his fist, speaking down at him with a scary look on his face.

BEN didn't look like he did before though. He wasn't drenched in water and his eyes were no longer oozing that black liquid. He looked more composed than before.

Jeff on the other hand, was only dressed differently in a black shirt sleeve shirt instead of his signature white hoodie.

Upon noticing I was awake, BEN's eyes met mine and Jeff's gaze followed his, both boys staring at me, as if they were surprised that I was awake.

I blinked slowly at them, taking in my surroundings.

BEN seemed to read the room and somehow teleported away in a series of pixels like in a video game.

Jeff stood there, staring at me intensely, a newfound evil glint in his eyes.

If I hadn't singlehandedly taken him out myself, I might have been more afraid.

"You..." he spoke lowly, almost in a growl.

I sat up on my bed without breaking eye contact. This is a new level of pissed that I hadn't seen in him before. The other times I had seen him, he was torturing me for sport, or what seemed like his sick entertainment.

Right now was different though. He had a new score to settle. He looked at me with a burning vengeance. A chill ran down my spine.

"How are you feeling buddy?" I tried, somehow thinking it would lighten the mood.

It seemed to to the exact opposite though, as if sealing my fate. He looked down at the floor before letting out a low chuckle that rolled into a full out maniacal laugh, making him throw his head back. It was as if I had said the funniest thing in the world.

In less than a second though, he stopped laughing and stared dead into my eyes with that sick homicidal smile before saying clearly.

"You're so dead."

I figured it was best to keep my mouth shut from now on.

He stepped closer to me and grabbed my throat so fast that I didn't even have time to gasp for air. Locked in a choke hold, he lifted me up off of the bed and dangled me in the air like a rag doll.

I struggled, unable to make any sound and kicking around, trying to get loose even though I knew that there was no way I'd escape from this.

He grinned in my face and let out another crazed chuckle before throwing me to the floor.

I caught myself just in time so that I didn't hit my head on the floor and coughed, finally being able to regain my breath. I held my throat and watched as he leaned down over my body on the floor, making me recoil on instinct.

"You have ten seconds to run away," he said.

I felt his words pierce through me and wrap around my body like chains. All I could manage to say was "...Huh?"

He stood up fully and pulled his knife out of the pocket of his jeans and loudly began to count.

"One."

My eyes widened. I needed to run.

"Two."

I scrambled to my feet and made a break for the door, he smirked as he watched me fleeing in a feeble attempt to save my life.

I heard him announcing three as I bolted away from the room. Now I just had to try and remember the layout of this place. He definitely would expect me to bolt down the hallways, get lost and look for a room to hide in.

Using quick thinking, I ran as fast as I could to where I knew the proxies usually gather and converse. I was sprinting as fast as I could and could no longer hear Jeff's counting.

Then I saw them, Masky and Hoodie in the kitchen. Hoodie was sitting at the table having a big slice of cheesecake.

I ran over to Masky who seemed surprised to see me. I ran behind him and grabbed his shoulders, using him as a shield as I peered over his shoulder.

"Don't move please," I said breathlessly.

Unsure of what to do, both proxies froze, watching me.

Waiting in anticipation, I stared at the hall I had come from.

Then right on cue, Jeff came running in and spotted me instantly.

As soon as Masky realized what was happening, his whole body tensed up and he put his hands up as if to prove his innocence.

Jeff walked over to us and pointed his knife straight out at Masky.

"Move or I'll kill you too," he said.

"Please don't bring me into this," Masky said wearily like this wasn't the first time he'd been through this.

With that, Jeff stepped closer and grabbed Masky's shoulder and pushed him to the ground out of the way before swinging his knife at me which I narrowly avoided with a yelp.

I ran while he was recouping and jumped on top of the kitchen table where Hoodie was eating. Hoodie responded only by pulling his plate off of the table close to his body protectively.

Jeff ran at the table and swiped his knife sideways at my ankles, missing as I jumped into the air. Incredibly, I was filled with enough adrenaline to kick him in the face mid air.

It sent him backwards but not as much as I'd hoped. I barely landed back on the table with a wobble and Jeff stumbled, holding his nose with his free hand, baffled.

From the floor Masky let out a snort and quickly covered his mouth over his mask with his hand, holding in a laughing fit.

Jeff snapped his head to shoot him a glare that I couldn't see, but it was bad enough to make him shut up instantly.

I took this chance to hop off of the other side of the table and run away.

Jeff caught on and began to sprint after me.

The real chase was on.