Killers can love... Right?

Chapter 6: he is psychotic

Sister's POV

He stood up straight looking like one of the senior boys at school except much more ominous and deadly. It looks to me like I disturbed his meal which seemed to contain what looked like an organ of one of the kids due to its squishy bloody form. He frightened me to an extent but not to where I thought he would hurt me. I knew damn well he was dangerous and could kill me at any second I just didn't think he would.

The boy just stared but then again he didn't. The dim lights surrounding us revealed that he had no eyes just a black substance almost like tar oozing out of his sockets onto the floors along with the blood both mixing into a dark puddle. He turned facing me, his sharp teeth coated in blood which trickling down his ink colored skin. He absolutely horrified me I just didn't scream I remained calm and decided to sit on the floor and watch. My sister thought me well. He sounded like he was growling but had a voice in there somewhere.

He held the fleshy object in his right hand and a mask in his left which appeared blue with the same dripping substance around the eyes. He just stood there so I gave him a hand motion to continue what he was doing and he seemed taken back by my reaction. I guess he doesn't get that a lot. Tightening his grip on his meal the boy bared his teeth, slipped on his mask, and darted down the hallway. His steps were so carefully placed as he ran making no sound at all. It was then that I went after him when he went through my sister's room.

Hurrying to make sure she was ok I saw him leap out her window but she was not there. "Always making trouble for yourself aren't you", I sighed seeing she placed her cabinet under her window so she could get out. "Fine I'll make a deal with you. you come home safe and i'll cover for you, got it?" I spoke to the open window,"alright I love you sis, come back safely". I wandered back to my room and fell asleep knowing (f/n) will more likely than not be escorted home by a cop than get back alone.

Your POV

I just flipped my hood off as the rain ceased. Shoving my hands in my pockets I casually walked listening to the silence that surrounded me. Only thing that really bothered me though was that it wasn't silent. Not even one of the towns folk was walking the streets but it still wasn't quiet.
'I know your watching me. Your like my shadow always quiet and always following' . I thought of all these things but not once did I want to even utter a word in my situation. It was dangerous but some where in my gut told me I'll get back tonight. For (s/n).

Jeff's POV

Blood. Blood. Blood. Oh how bad I want to stab into her and watch all of it drain onto the floor she would lay dead on. I had been watching her since I made my first kill in this town, I know everything. Lots of people talk and with that I know she is bold, hot headed, won't tell a lie due to her sister, has quite the mouth, and gets in plenty of trouble with the cops.
My problem was I just couldn't bring myself to go after her. All I did was sit and watch. she was quite the sight; any guy could just stare at her all day. In my opinion she looked like she could be a stripper but gave an aura that she would beat your brains out. I didn't know why that stopped me.
She has the appearance that she could kill anyone at any given moment wether provoked or for the fun of it. I want her to kill with me. 'Think Jeff you tried that with girls before. It doesn't work. Just kill her then you don't have to make that choice'.

Your POV
'how to temp killers. Well what does every insane person like as much as anyone else... oh no! Not strippers'. I cringed at the thought in my head. I looked and pulled my shirt down so more than a comfortable amount of cleavage showed. I then pulled my jeans up so they hugged tight against my ass. 'This better do something'.

Jeff POV
'Fuck'. The voices in my head began screaming at her sight 'KILL HER! KILL HER NOW!' I tried resisting but the voices drove me to insanity with all their screaming.

Your POV
Something was definitely wrong. That's when it hit me...literally. I got body slammed and shoved into the ground. My burned back clashed into the cement sending electric daggers through my body. My face pushed into a muddy puddle with a knife to my neck.
I struggled turning my face to my attacker. I even tried kicking but he sat on my knees holding one of my arms above me while the other was held down by his knee."How informal. your suppose to take me into a dark ally and then stab me", I laughed as his long black mane surrounded my face as he got close. "Well aren't you brave (f/n)", he just smiled bigger.
My voice hitched at the sound of my name,"how do you know my name"? "I know everything... But you won't live long enough to see. Now my darling... Go. To. Sleep". He seemed to go psychotic at these words laughing hysterically and stuttering with excitement. He sat up raising his hand aiming the knife at my chest and struck down.