Death's Slave [Jeff the Killer]

Chapter Four: The Family

  When I woke, Jeff had been laying on his side, staring at me. When I asked why, he silently stood and left. Not knowing what to do, I stayed. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes. I wonder if I'll ever get out of this hell hole... or if he's right.

  I waited for an hour or so, thinking about everything. Wondering how everybody was getting along without me. My thoughts were interrupted by the pale man yelling  "C'mon, bitch! Get down here!"

  I can't believe I'm responding to "bitch." Wanting to be able to cope, I figured a few hits before I went down wouldn't hurt. Casually reaching for the weed, I heard a chuckle from behind me. Shit.

  "Jeff wouldn't want you to smoke his drugs when he's not around, Katie." the boy snickered. He had blonde hair like sunshine and eyes as black as coal. He wore ripped jeans, a light green t-shirt, and a green beanie. The expression on his face was empty, until he heard Jeff stomping up the stairs. A playful look entered the void and his eyes shone red in the center.

  "Ben!" he hollored as soon as he saw the boy, "Get the hell out of here and stop talking to her!" In a split second, Ben was gone. Then, he reappeared in the opposite corner of the room. More than one of them can teleport?

  Jeff revealed the steel from his hoodie pocket and thrashed it towards Ben, however, he just kept teleporting. Finally, Jeff caught him by the throat, where he then placed the tip of the blade. Blood began to trickle down Ben's neck and onto his shirt, staining it red. I watched in curiousity as Jeff dragged the blade up to his jaw. Just as Jeff was about to finish him, Ben shanked the smiling monster in the shoulder and vanished.

   "It's time for her meds." Ben laughed as he walked into the room, carrying a needle. Jeff took a final swing at him before Eyeless Jack interfered and grabbed the needle from them. Without saying a word, Jack left and took the blood with him.

  "Kill joy." the blonde sighed.

  The two murderers laughed together, with their crooked, edgey laugh. They may be twisted, but there's something beautiful about them... I looked down at my hands, then back up at the lunatics. Has it already started working?

  "What's the matter, pretty girl?" Jeff asked as the space between us grew smaller.  He had come too close for comfort.

  "Get off of me." I commanded softly. For a moment, his eyes gleamed with mischieve. Noticing this, Ben walked out.

  "What are you gunna do if I don't?" Jeff chuckled as he placed a hand on my waist, "You can't do shit, pretty girl."

  He pulled me in closer and I was beginning to get nervous. I was pushed onto the mattress with a monster hovering over me. Jeff's other hand was holding him up and holding me down. I shifted beneath him.

  Averting my eyes, I repeated, "Get off of me..."

  He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. I closed my eyes expecting to be yelled at or cut again. As I waited, I felt his hot breath getting closer until his lips met with my neck. Struggling to get away, I felt his grip on my wrists tightening. Despite his animalistic approach, I was actually getting off. He wasn't dirty and grotesque like I had thought he was. This untame creature had me pinned down and was making me notice the way I had already begun to change.