My bones ached, and I tried to use the least amount of energy possible, so I could minimise the amount of souls I had to consume. But that just left me feeling even weaker. It had been another 8 days since his last attack, and I was growing impatient. He seemed to only be attacking when he knew I was as well. Which could only mean one thing, he is watching me, and this little rivalry isn't one-sided.
My remarkable idea was to strike the building he was meant to advance to next. So at the darkest moment of the night, I advanced. My steps were painfully slow as I bearly had enough energy to keep myself upright. But this was my only chance to find him and overpower him for good.
Under the dimly lit moonlight, my fatigued form pressed forward toward the targeted building. It was a quiet night, each step echoed with the weariness of my bones. To my genuine surprise, the building was still there, in all its glory, which meant I wasn't too late. But just as I was about to ignite my powers and destroy this place, I blacked out from exhaustion.
As I regained consciousness, I realized I was in my bedroom. I looked around and soaked up my environment when I found a note lying next to me saying 'nice try'. Panic set in as I realized he was always one step ahead when I came to this game of cat and mouse. As I picked up the note, a Polaroid of the targeted house splattered in blood was behind it.
I sat up and heard a faint whimper, my attention shifted to the nearly lifeless figure lying beside my bed. Instinctively, I drew the last shreds of life from it and consumed its soul with my last ounce of strength. This was good enough for now, but I will soon grow weak again.
A twisted sense of relief washed over me when I looked outside and darkness shrouded the street. I could harness souls in the cover of night, going unnoticed. Under the moon's eerie glow, I ventured out taking life after life. A surge of joy perversed within me. I could feel my strength returning. Amid the night, I continued my hunt, reveling in the anonymity the night provided.
Satisfied with my replenished energy, I stealthily returned home. In the confines of my bedroom, I began to meticulously plan my next move. The note and the blood-splattered polaroid were a heavy reminder that the competition was cunning and relentless. Sitting in my dimly lit room, I analyzed the information I had. As the night pressed on, I devised a strategy and assessed all the risks. This was going to be hard as I presume he watches me for the majority of the time.
After days of meticulous preparation, I gathered my strength to face and resolve this final confrontation. My faintly lit room cast a shadow on the map spread across my table, outlining every piece of information, like a puzzle finally being completed. I adorned myself in dark attire, blending seamlessly in the night's descent. The journey seemed to take longer than usual, each step reverberated against the solid concrete, creating a rhythmic echo that resonated through the empty surroundings. The frigid air sent shivers cascading down my body, as a chill embraced me in its icy grip. Every house appeared identical, complicating the task at hand as the uniformity blurred the distinctions between them.
As I approached the house, a sense of unease crept over me, intensifying when an unfamiliar face greeted me at the front door.
"I've been expecting you," the figure declared in a deep, husky voice. His pale complexion showcased prominent cuts on both sides of his mouth, etching an eerie, permanent smile. Strands of jet-black hair cascaded, veiling half of his face, contributing to an air of mystery.
A white hoodie adorned his frame, bearing splotches that I hesitantly presumed to be blood. With the hood drawn up, his features remained elusive, shrouded in an ominous aura. The atmosphere hung thick with an unspoken tension, as I grappled with the unsettling presence before me. A peculiar stillness enveloped the surroundings, leaving me to confront the mysterious figure standing at the front door.
I contemplated a hasty retreat, considering fleeing in the opposite direction, yet an inexplicable force compelled me to remain rooted in place.
"Don't just stand there; we have lives to take," he declared, a surge of exhilaration coursing through me. Did he intend to destroy this building with me? My steps were deliberate, drawing me closer to him, expressing my willingness. But before I could approach too closely, he strode inside, and I followed suit.
The front office teemed with people. The mysterious man cast a glance my way, gesturing for me to unleash my powers. I ignited my hands, hurling balls of fire across the room. A twisted smile adorned my lips as I continued, a relentless storm of fire consuming many in its path. The man, engrossed in the act of ending lives, dealt with those attempting to escape, while I gathered the souls of each victim.
A strange vitality surged within me, as if this long-standing rivalry had, at last, reached its culmination.
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˚₊‧꒰ა𝓹𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬໒꒱ ‧₊˚ <-> ˗ˏˋ jeff the killer x reader ࿐ྂ
FanfictionY/n, a crazed killer who had finally met her match. A strange murderer has been trying to one-up her for a considerable amount of time. Once she meets him face-to-face, she finds out who he truly is. ill update it whenever i feel like it 😪 im worki...
