A blood-curdling scream came from the TV, a young girl was getting stabbed by a killer, you looked over at James, whose eyes were glued to the screen, you were wrapped in a big purple Minky blanket. She kept screaming "you know, it's kinda a bit boring, but then again most horror movies are" "yea I guess you're right in a way" "I recon, if I was to kill, id make it creative, like jack the ripper" you shook slightly thinking about him killing, you laid down pushing James off the couch, he just sat on the floor, you dozed off.
A pain in your calf woke you up, startled James was hovering over you with a small black pocket knife, your eyes shifted to your calf, blood was slowly pouring out, "WHAT THE HELL JAMES!?" he stared at you, he had a grin, you managed to push him off, quickly getting off, he pushed you to the ground, you crawled backwards not taking your eyes off him, him walking towards you, you felt a wall behind you, your eyes widened 'this is the end' went through your mind, your chest rising and falling quickly, he towered over you, looking him up and down before instinctively kicking him in the shin, he stumbled back and held his shin, quickly getting up and sprinting past him to the front door, you heard heavy footsteps behind you,you fiddled with the lock before finally get it open, you looked behind you, he was a few feet away, you swung the door open he started to chase you, slammed the door behind you he hit it, you ran to the middle of the street, scanning the area around you for anything useful, a long sharp brown thing near a tree caught your eye, you spirinted over it, it was a stick, you shrugged and picked it up, it was slightly heavy, sharp on both ends, you held onto it tightly, now looking around for your 'friend', a deep chuckle came from behind you, quickly spinning to meet james, charging at you with the pocket knife still, you held the sick sideways in front of you, before the knife touched you, you moved the stick so it the knife got stuck, he pulled the knife out and stared into your eyes, his glare matching the killers, "I'LL SLAUGHTER YOU LIKE I DID TO YOUR WORTHLESS MOTHER AND CHEATING FATHER!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, disbelief ran through your body "that....that was you?" tears started to form in your eyes, he grinned and charged at you again, you held the stick over your knee and snapped it in half, he was approaching fast, once he was close you forcefully stabbed the stick into his left thigh. Pulling it out, scarlet red blood oozed out of the hole, the bone was visible through the hole, he ripped part of his white shirt and tied it around his calf, the shirt already getting stained red, he death stared you, his icy blue eyes empty, no emotion to be seen. Like he was staring into your soul, the knife was gone and so was James, a shiver ran up your spine, something snapped, you looked up to see James falling from a tree, you shifted the stick so it was now sitting upright, it punctured his right shoulder, something dark blue fell out of his pocket, his eyes widened, pushing the stick into the tree with force, he tried to get free, while he was getting free, you picked it up, it was a dark blue bowie knife, with a green gem in the middle, red and blue lights blurred in the background, you looked over at James, who was trying to snap the stick which he managed to do, in one swift motion. The lights were a lot closer now, closing in around you and James, he couldn't flee, you held the knife near him, he stared at you, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a butterfly knife not breaking eye contact, he spun it around his pointer finger before stopping it and holding it, smirking "GET HIM Y/N!" one of the cops yelled, "you can do it y/n, and it will free me too" a whisper came from the knife, you looked down at it before looking at James, he swiftly charged at you, the knife piercing your stomach, he spun the knife before pulling it out, you backed away holding your stomach, he charged at you. You leaned to the side and he stabbed the knife into his neck, he let out a blood-curdling scream, he staggered backward, dropping his knife and holding his neck, he walked into a tree and slowly sat down, his chest rose and fell quickly before stopping, his bloody knife lay on the road, people were crowding around the scene. You dropped the knife and stood on it, the gem broke. A deep laugh came from behind you. You spun to be greeted by the cops taking James' corpse away
