The Portal *Jeff The Killer*

my father's killer?

Madele's P.o.v:
I looked at Jeff and thought of something that made my blood boil. I didn't want to ask, but the words forced themselves from my throat.
"Jeff, did you kill my father?" He didn't look at me and he didn't answer. My eyes widened at the expression of guilt on his face. Was I really In the same room as my father's killer? Strike that! I wasn't just in the same room as him, I was talking to him like he was...my friend or something! The one person that didn't make me want to kill myself painfully, was I in this room with his killer? "Jeff did you kill my father?" I asked again harshly. Jeff sighed deeply.
"Yes, I killed your father but it was for his sake, he was about it die anyway and I just didn't want him to suffer anymore. He was in pain, and lots of it." Jeff answered.
"In pain? In pain! You ass! You absolute ass! I can't believe you'd try to feed me that crap! You kill for a living! You just killed him for the sake of killing, you betraying, manipulative..." He strode forward and slapped me across the face. Hard.
"Maybe so, but I'm still the killer. And right now, you're the damn victim, so shut the hell up!" He snarled. I spat up into his face and he swiped at it, eyes glinting.
"You shouldn't have done that. The last time someone spat in his face he cut their tongue off. And then took their eyes." Ben commented from the stairs, and I looked over to see him smirking. Jeff laughed sharply, and Ben took that as his cue to leave.
"Ben is right you know. I'm going to hurt you now. The pain of your father's death will be nothing. At least I killed him with one quick stab." He mocked, pressing the point of his knife into my throat, and I felt blood trickle from the place it was touching me. My father's face flashed through my mind, and I stopped crying. I felt my eyes narrow and my blood started to race. An inhuman strength overcame me and I yanked my arms up, the leather straps tearing like wet tissue paper. I smashed my fist into the side of Jeff's head, sending him reeling away from me. The straps on my legs were easy to rip off,  I was free. I grabbed the weapons nearest to me, which happened to be a scalpel and a hand saw. I held one in each hand and stared into Jeff's eyes viciously.
"Ready to play?" I grinned, then I lunged at him, sending him to the floor. I shoved my knee into his gut when he tried to attack me, and he staggered back, wheezing. I slammed my foot into his side, and he grabbed it, pulling me closer and driving his knife into my side. One would expect it to be the end when one got stabbed in the side, the knife going through a few vital organs. But I didn't. I felt a bare sting, then it healed. Jeff made a small noise of disbelief and knocked me to the ground. He slashed his knife across my throat, and blood splattered, but it healed straight after.
"Damn it!" He hissed, rocking back on his toes.
"Damn it sounds about right." I smirked, my scalpel suddenly at his throat. I dug it through, then pulled it out and pushed it deep into his eye with an unpleasant pop.
"Are you satisfied yet?" Jeff sighed from underneath me, and my eyes widened as his wounds vanished, leaving his eye and throat as it was before.
"YOU DESTROYED MY LIFE! LIKE HELL I AM!" I shrieked. He shoved me backwards, and I rolled, coming up in a crouch. We attacked simultaneously; slashing, stabbing and dodging. I finally got him pinned, and I wrestled his knife out of his grip. I punched his stomach, then smacked my fist into his nose, warm blood dripping onto my hand. I liked the crimson color, I got his knife and stabbed it through his chest. Pretty scarlet spread across his white hoodie, and I smiled prettily down at him. He groaned slightly as I left the knife where it was, lodged in his chest like a decoration. His hand came up, faster than I'd ever seen anyone move, and grabbed me by the throat, squeezing. I gasped for air as I sat atop the person choking me to death. He rolled so he was straddling me, both hands now around my neck, knife still inside his chest. I could feel my throat start to concave, and I struggled to draw another breath.
"You gave it your best efforts, but if you black out you'll stay blacked out, no matter how well you heal." He said softly, tightening his grip. A drop of blood dripped from my mouth and down my chin, and he sighed happily. "I'm just the better fighter."
"Jeff, you've proved you're better. Now get off her." The voice was unfamiliar, but Jeff did as he was told, sitting back as I coughed and spluttered, blood splattering out of my mouth in a dark waterfall. I clamped my hand over my mouth, but the blood dripped through my fingers.
"Damn Jeff, you got her good. Think she'll recover, or just die?" That voice I recognized. Ben.
"Thanks..a hell...of a lot...for the help...Ben..." I choked around the coughing and blood. I raised a shaking, blood coated finger and pointed. "All...your fault...for leaving..."
"MY FAULT! You spat in his damn face, not me!"
"Slender wants to see her, morons." Someone sighed, and I looked in their direction. There was a boy sitting on the bottom step, head tilted. He was wearing a black hoodie and a blue mask with black goo dripping from the sockets like tears. He also had on black jeans and black leather boots. His hair was a reddish brown, and I found myself trusting him less than I trusted Ben. More than Jeff though...
"Why if I'm dying?" I asked wearily, sarcasm heavy in my voice as I stopped choking on my own blood.
"Just move your ass already, or I'll eat your kidneys. I'm sure that'll kill you, if stabbing doesn't." He snapped.
"Uhh...he's joking, right?" I asked Ben, and he grinned, shaking his head. I jumped to my feet.
"Follow me. God, why couldn't he have asked Masky, Hoodie or Toby to do this? I could be eating right now dammit!" He snarled, storming back up the stairs. I followed, and I heard Ben and Jeff walking up behind me.
Well, doesn't this day just get better and better...