When It Rains Blood (Jeff The Killer Horror, Romance)

The Perfect Target. Chapter Twenty-Three

This is the chapter all you fangirls have been waiting for. This chapter was AGONY to write. I had so much trouble with it I almost quit. But alas I am still here and writing!

Yet another chapter I haven't had time to edit! If you notice any errors, TELL ME!

Chapter Twenty-Three.

The Perfect Target.

Jeff's P.O.V.

It was annoying. I thought as I threw up again. Light managed to live through another fight. I raised my head up and glared at the forest she had leaped into. "Thanks for the cushion, Jeffery." She remarked when she landed atop me, after being tossed out the window. She was more then she seemed... it was so annoying. She was long gone by now. She wouldn't even look back. She knows better and she doesn't care.

I'll admit, she outsmarted me and I yet again let my guard down. It was stupid. Up until she showed up, I took out people twice her size and twice the skill. Why was she always able to get away! I slammed and fist against the ground. I must be losing my touch. No! She is just lucky.

Really. Damn. Lucky.

My stomach flipped again, causing me to lose just about any food I had left in me. This never has happened. Letting a target escape once or twice? Yes, but literally trying to kill them and having them escape... never happened. Something about her was so odd. It made my hands shake and my heart race. It was a need. A need to fight and always fight. I scowled at the ground. Damn her.

Shaking myself, trying to remove the glass piercing my skin and clothes; a ghostly giggle filled the air around me. "Jeffery, you okay?" Sally always treated me like an older brother. I never really cared enough to tell her not to. I don't have a family. Not here. Not anywhere.

I snapped a response that I was fine and stood slowly. We might have only fell a story, but it hurt like a bitch when she crushed me earlier and my head didn't feel any better. "She got away again, didn't she?" She pressed. I growled a rough yes and started walking into the mansion. It only looked like a cabin on the outside, but on the inside. Well it was huge, easy to get lost if you don't understand the codes.

Sally gasped, "Oh no! Jeffery! Slender won't be happy about this. I don't think I can stand another one of his rants again." I rolled my eyes. No one can stand Slendy's rants, they are a form of torture.

I walked into the kitchen, shocked to find Jack on his knees scrubbing the floor. "The hell are you doing?" I asked in a humored voice. The air reeked of bleach and lemons. Sending me in to a short flashback of the fight I had when I was... not a murderer.

Jack didn't respond.

Odd...

Jack and I, we argue a lot, but we make a hell of a team. Normally Jack isn't to short from telling me what's on his mind, which was something I liked about him. He normally opens his mouth to tell me how wrong I am about things, then we continue to make bets on who is right. But this here, this was strange. This was an ideal time for Jack to say something clever and make me look like a moron. What was going on here?