Jeff the killer love story (yaoi)

Masky?!

Jeff pov!! (Have I made one yet?)

I looked sternly at Ben who had his arms crossed and a sulking look on his face.

"He always does that, it's not my fault he is such a bitch!" Ben defended himself as i wrapped his bleeding knuckles.

"It's not my place to judge him, I wasn't their so I don't know what happened" my brow furrowed in concentration and thought.

"That bastard! I can't stand him" Ben continued his rant, leaping from his seat on the bathroom counter. Knocking off the First aid box which was laying open, most of it's contents already scattered and broken on the floor in my haste.

"Just shut up! Stop being such a asshole and let me finish wrapping your hand, or would you prefer I tell Slenderman?" I yanked him back in his seat harshly, aggravated.

"Whatever" Ben replied lamely, acknowledging my threat and letting me continue.

To be honest I have no professional first aid skills, but you learn to get by when you constantly get injured during killing. When I was done I looked it over, the bandaging was a bit messy but it should be fine.

"Thanks" Ben muttered almost in audibly.

"Don't bother me with your idiocy again" i spat out in frustration, realising I had been side tracked from what I was previously doing. The musky black tiles gently reflected the wavering lights flickering around us, Ben looked angered by my comment and was glaring harshly at the various syringes laying hazardly in the mess.

I walked out of the room, eager to continue my earlier preparations. Tonight I was going hunting. My expression slowly progressed into a sadisticly excited grin, thinking of various ways I could kill and torture my victims. What sort of people will I kill?; adults, children, businessmen, students, newborns. My veins pumped with anticipation. It had been far too long. I could hear everyone's pulse so loudly as if calling me to destroy them. Pulling my knife out of my pocket I twirled it around in my hand, inspecting the rustic blood which remained. I think I'll bring James with me, this should be interesting...

Masky pov (so many new ones lol)

I abruptly left the room, neglecting the broken shell of my mask as I clutched my face; some of the shards from my mask had cut me when Ben was hitting my face. Looking into a bronze framed mirror I studied my face, swollen and bleeding, jaggered pieces of my mask leaving deep cuts as i pulled them out unaffected by the pain, I feel so numb. Looking closer in the mirror, I stood frozen, struck by fear and startled. I was crying? What? Why? Because Ben hit me? My brows furrowed, it had been so many years since the last time I cried. What was wrong with me? Nothing made sense, the pain had barely bothered me but there was un mistakenly tears falling down my bruised face, my sunken eyes were wide with confusion.
I felt slightly insecure looking at my face in the mirror, I wasn't really attractive. Although I suppose it doesn't matter if I wear my mask, I think only to glance down at the remains. I'll have to get Slenderman to fix it, if it's possible.

Loneliness shrouded over me in a gloomy shadow as i retreated to my room, unsure of how many days I'd spend in their while my mask is being repaired. I leave what peices got stuck in my skin in a small pile outside my bedroom door, knowing Slenderman would understand. For some reason I really wanted to see Ben, for him to smile at me in his goofy demonic way, to be able to hold him.... Never mind I didn't just think that, YOU HAVE NO PROOF!!! I hesitated to close my door, my hand lingering on the brass door knob before shutting it and locking it tightly.