{Chapter 2}

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                            3rd POV

The slight creak of a window can be heard from inside the room as the unknown figure sneaks in.
The white hooded man scans across the room, quickly giving a 360 of it before looking at the sleeping girl in-front of him. Turning to get a better look at the woman, he notices the blonde hair from outside the blanket. On her left, is a nightstand that housed your normal necessities. He scans over most of it until more than 1 thing catches his eye. 1) a picture in a frame of 3 kids. 2 blonde girls and a familiar brown haired boy. 2) the opened bottle of fireball on the corner.

The man quickly swipes the alcoholic beverage before getting a close look at his soon to be victim. He raises his sharpened knife before stabbing her leg.

The woman shoots out from her sleep and tries to throw herself out from underneath him.

"You FUCKER, that's my leg!"
The woman slides out from underneath the hooded man before grabbing the baseball bat from the opposite side of her bed.

"You don't just stab a woman motherfucker,"

Bing.

The sound echos through the room,

"WTF?" The man in the white hoodie screams before taking a step back.

"Damn woman, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!"

"What's wrong with me? I'm not the one  trying to kill someone you joker freak!"

"Now, get the hell out of my house, you son of a bitch!" The short tempered girl shouts at the man. 

"Yeah, no. No one gets away from me." The man goes to swing at her, but she hits him again. Knocking him out cold.

"..."
"Are you awake yet?"

The man opens his eyes to meet tired, annoyed ones.
"Can you untie me psycho?"

"Not until you promise not to attack me again."

"Whatever just untie me."

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"Should I really tho?" I smirk.
"I mean, what good would it do me if I let a serial killer out free?"

He looks into her eyes, with a smirk so sly he thought he was slick.
"Idk, maybe you should find out?" His snarky reply made me chuckle a bit.

"You know what? Fine. But if you kill me I will haunt your ass."
Untying the rope from his arms, he rubs his wrist before standing up to my level.

His probably 5'10"- 5'11" slightly contrast my (height) self. His eyes, so blue they almost look clear, loom into mine as he just stares at me.

"Okay I know i just tried to kill you and everything, but why are you so fucking familiar?"

"Bro I don't know! How about a better question, why did you try to murder me?!" I interrupted his answer.
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   "Actually no, don't answer that. 
Because I don't want to know. It was probably a stupid fucking reason anyways! How about your name then?"

I notice him rolling his eyes before the man plops his nasty ass on my couch.

"It's Jeff the killer, but I guess Jeff is fine if we're homies now."

I roll my eyes before it dawns on me, "Hey! Get your nasty ass off my couch!"

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"No"

I let out a huge frustrated sigh before banging my head against the wall.
I'm too hungry for this.
"You hungry?" I asked the random man in my house.

"Are you seriously asking me if I'm hungry?"

"Fine then just starve I don't care-"

"Yeah yeah, well then I am."

"...how does chicken wings sound?"

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"Damn for store bought wings they don't taste half bad-" the Dark Haired killer voices.

"Well yeah because I know how to pick my food," I open the freezer to grab my eggos and insert 2 pieces into the toaster.

"My favorite!"

I sit down across from the deranged psycho with the plate of chicken wings and waffles, and my usual cup of tea.

"Are you eating waff-"

"Shut up"

I swear this man is getting on my nerves. I'm about to report his ass to the IRS if he don't stfu.

"So just curious, shouldn't somebody being writhing in pain if they just got stabbed in the leg? Not hopping around." He looks up at me.

"I'm yeah, about that. Pain? She don't exist to me" I shrug back at him.

"You serious?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be? It kind of comes naturally after all."

"Damn you freaks. You remind me of that twitching freak-"

"What did you just say?"

"What that you remind you me of tha-"

"No I fucking heard you, I- just never mind." I stand up with my plate in my hand and set it in the sink.

'Damn what is her problem?' He shakes his head.

"Well as long as you don't kill me then I don't really care what you do. Just don't make a mess. I need to go to the store, and grab a few things. Want anything?"

"Beer."

"I'm nineteen dumbass"

"Wait really? Damn. How did you get that fireball?"

"Wait- you took my fireball?"

"...maybe."

"Fucker. It was in your pocket wasn't it."

"Sure was" he grinned at me.

With a sigh I grab my jacket and put my shoes on.

"What is it with all you weird people recently, I can't ever have a normal life I swear-"

"What?"

"I said-" he cut me off

"No I heard you. What about 'you weird people' are you talking about?"

"Oh I just ran into these three weirdos at a cafe yesterday and they gave me a weird feeling, and then one of them ran into me. It was horrible."

"Oh? Did they say anything?"

"The dude in the yellow jacket apologized for bumping into me but he was weird. Could have sworn I saw a mask in his pocket. Weirdo."

'Shit' Jeffery ponders.

"Anyways, I'm leaving now. Be back in like an hour or so." I announce before walking out of my house, and off the small front porch, before walking down the sidewalk.

'It's getting colder, I should probably start driving again soon. Oh well, Womp Womp. I'm just gonna hurry the fuck up.'

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