Please, Kill Me (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter 24 ✓

She will kill him?

"Just stay here!" Jane’s voice was like a whip-crack as she and Rogue leveled their weapons. I am unsure what to do, my hands are itching to do something. I don't want to be the same as before, always running away, always scared to do something. But what will I do?

I stood frozen, my breath hitching as I watched the two worlds collide. Rogue was a blur of steel, diving into the three shadow-mimics, while Jane moved toward Jeff with a heavy, grim deliberation. She didn't look like a savior; she looked like an executioner.

"Slender and the others will be here soon," Rogue shouted over the sound of clashing blades, to reassure Jane  that soon they will get back-up. "Don't worry!"

But worry was all I had. I watched Jane draw her black knife, her eyes locked onto Jeff’s manic, unblinking gaze. I am worried how Jeff will end up.. I don't want him to get hurt.. I.. I don't want him to be in pain, but right now he is uncontrollable; unable to comprehend things or recognize us.. or me.

"I’ve been waiting for this day to come," Jane hissed while wiping a dirt from her knife.

"Why don't you move aside?" Jeff’s voice was a jagged rasp, vibrating with a terrifying, unnatural energy. "Let me get what belongs to me."

"Why won't you just---" then  Jane plunged toward Jeff, her voice a guttural roar of a decade’s worth of trauma. "--DIE!"

She targeted his face, aiming for the jagged, carved grin that haunted her dreams. As if these two have some history that they cannot bury together. Jeff’s head snapped back with the fluidity of a snake, the blade missing his nose by a fraction of an inch. Without missing a beat, he brought his forearm up, the heavy fabric of his hoodie taking the brunt of Jane’s follow-up strike.

"Funny thing is," Jeff chuckled, a sound like glass grinding on bone, "I can’t die until I’ve put everyone to sleep. Including YOU and her!"

He lunged. It wasn't a clean strike; it was a savage, downward hack intended to split Jane in two. Jane dropped into a low crouch, the silver blade whistling over her hair, and drove her knee upward with bone-shattering force into Jeff’s abdomen. The air left his lungs in a wet huff, but instead of reeling, he used the momentum to spin, his knife swinging in a wide, horizontal arc.

The tip caught the fabric of Jane’s black dress, slicing through the silk and into the skin of her upper chest. A spray of crimson splashed against the dark fabric. Seeing the blood—her blood—Jeff’s lidless eyes flared with a manic, crimson light. He became a whirlwind, his attacks coming so fast they were a blur of silver. Jane was forced into a desperate retreat, her black knife clanging against his steel in a frantic, spark-showering rhythm. He wasn't just fighting; he was feeding on the chaos.

Seeing them tear each other apart for the sake of my life made the world tilt. I looked toward the shadow of Liu, standing at the edge of the clearing like a puppeteer. Smiling and amused as if he is there to watch a theatre play involving blood and murder.

"You," I whispered. "You’re the one who did this."

In a blink, he is already in front of me. His smile was a cold, stagnant thing. "No. I’m just giving him what he wants."

"No! He might be a killer, but he isn't like this! He knew me.. yet now, he doesn't even recognized me--!"

"You think he changed for you?" The replicate of Liu tilted his head, scanning me with a bored cruelty. "You think he’d spare you? He’s Jeff the Killer. This is who he is meant to be."

"You're controlling him!" I stepped into his space, grabbing his hoodie and pulling him down to my level. I don't care if he killed me right now by how close we are. He can whip his hand and snap my neck any moment, but I did not care. I don't care at all.. when it comes for the sake of Jeff. "He promised to kill me on his terms. Not yours. Killer or not, he is my friend—and he would hate you for making him a slave."