MEANT TO BE MINE

Jeff The Killer Pt. 2~FUCKED~

Author's Note/Background: This is part 2 of the one-shot from my first book. A quick recap if you don't want to read the first one or have read it and just want a quick refresh-er. The reader and there friends had went in the woods. Some of the friends got killed, while three people survived. One of them was in a coma that later wakes up and doesn't remember anything, the other is convinced the man that attacked them in the woods was just a crazy man dressed up like the urban legend, Jeff the Killer, and lastly the reader who knows that Jeff is real, but doesn't have any proof. As well as Jeff had taken a liking to the reader as he found them beautiful and liked that the reader attempted to fight back in the beginning. The first one-shot leaves off with the reader getting a 'gift' with the word 'mine' carved into the heart. Jeff appears and talks the yandere shit as a car pulls up, Jeff leaves as to not get caught by the person who pulled up. The reader is conflicted about the situation, wanting to keep friends and family safe---as well where the heart came from. ***I'm also changing the reader to he/she/they, the original was female specific terms. Anyone can do what I do when reading stories that don't match your identity, just pretend you happen to be that gender in the story or switch it to what you prefer.*** 

P.S. Gender/gender identity isn't up for debate here. I've never had an issue relating to this on this platform, but just putting it out there hate towards this stuff won't be tolerated. 

P.S. 2- I've went through and read some of the comments and you guys are hilarious on the last one-shot book. Between the memes, vine references, and just general sarcasm. 

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"[y/n]! Is it true Randy did this out of love?" 

"Did you encourage this behavior?"

"Anything you'd like to say to the victims families?"

You put on your sunglasses and pulled your hoodie up, trying to block the flashing lights of the reporters and make it hard for them to get a good photo. If they were going to make your day worse, you were going to make their photos crappy. It was the least you could do. Some men were escorting you out to a vehicle that would make sure it was safe before taking you to current house. Due to everything that had happened, you had to move. Between the media attention, all kinds of people had been blowing up your phone and surrounding you in person. Some offer comfort, others blame you for what had happened, others care less about anything other than the 'juicy details' to post about in a podcast or article. It had been several months since everything had happened and since the trail was over, it had been picked back up again. 

-flashback-

Jeff had left quickly, leaving you stand there with a box of a unknown persons heart. At least you assumed it to be a human, it didn't seem very fitting for it to belong to something else. A knock on the door caught your attention, guess it wasn't someone who lived with you getting off work early or something. Heading to the front door, you were greeted by two officers. 

"We need to bring you in for questioning." One of them spoke. 

-small timeskip-

You couldn't believe it. Ryan had killed Tyler. He claimed that "Jeff" had told him to do it, to carve out Tyler's heart. Then he was told to take out all of his organs. If he complied, "Jeff" would 'possibly' let him live, otherwise he was sure to die. Said person knew that he had feelings for you and he needed alot of reasons to not just kill him on the spot. Cops thought he had just went crazy. Maybe HE was the one who had killed your friends. It was thought that you possibly knew this and had been keeping it a secret. That maybe you were in on this fucked up situation or maybe you knew and had kept quiet about it as you were scared. You tried to convince them that Ryan hadn't killed them, but you thought he needed mental help. No one was going to believe either of you about the urban legend of Jeff the Killer being true. The best chance Ryan had was to plead insanity and they would have him evaluated and taken somewhere to be watched over. It was the safest option for him, you thought. If he was somewhere he would be constantly watched, cameras always on at any given moment all around the building-he was safe from Jeff.