se·cret
/ˈsēkrət/
adjective
not known or seen or not meant to be known or seen by others.
noun
something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.
de·sire
/dəˈzī(ə)r/
noun
a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing...
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Third POV
"Fucking...hell.." Jeff curses under his breath as he limps slowly through the woods, clenching the stab wound on his abdomen.
Normally, the killer would be piss. He hates when his victims fight back a bit too much. Sure, he enjoys the chase, but when they get that sudden 'will to live' it sets him off. But that girl...she caught his eye the moment news went around about a new family moving into his home.
BEN is always the one to keep tabs on everyone's past lives. He was the first to tell Jeff the news. The two found it funny. Who in their right minds would move into a serial killer's old home? Idiots. Idiots would. So Jeff took it upon himself to keep an eye on the new family. Slenderman didn't mind; the creature needed more offerings anyway.
He had watched as the family unloaded the van, though it was mostly a teenage girl who was being ordered to do so. The killer couldn't help but click his tongue. It's not shocking that the killer hates a lot of things- one of them being people with no backbone. Like hell he'd ever let anyone boss him around like that. Slenderman still doesn't have a tight enough leash on the infamous killer.
What caught his eye was the vacant look in her eyes. That deep emptiness, fading to a darkness hidden behind them. Jeff knew that look; Jane had the same. The only difference between the girls is their upbringing. Jane was raised with loving parents; this girl wasn't.
Jeff could tell the teen wasn't even related to them. She stood out completely, her skin being noticeably darker. What he doesn't get are the white spots on her knuckles. Maybe that's why she's treated so poorly, her skin.
As the days flew by, he found himself wanting to watch her 24/7. He couldn't understand why. Maybe he was waiting for her to break. That did happen during school. He had watched the fight from a cafeteria window, everyone being too focused on the battle to notice him. He was right, that girl's life has always been a shitty one.
Then to hear that bitch of a foster mother talk down to her in such a way irked him. So much so, he decided to make himself known to her. The smiling killer stood outside her window, the look on her face bringing a sick, twisted feeling in his chest.
She enjoyed it. This bitch enjoyed being watched. It would make sense after being deprived of attention most of her life. Though the killer honestly expected her to scream, maybe even shake in terror- she stared back while biting those fucking lips.
He couldn't believe it. The teen seemed more interested than afraid. Jeff couldn't help himself and moved to get a closer look. He wondered what sounds would come from those juicy plum lips of hers. As he was crossing the street, however, he paused, seeing her flash her knife at him. The look on her face clearly stated, 'fuck around and find out'.
He wanted to laugh. He wanted to fuck around. This random chick dared to threaten Jeff of all people, a killer who could end your life in seconds without batting an eye. Though he found it amusing and couldn't help but grin. Another day. He could wait another day.
