The Killer In Me (Jeff the Killer) COMPLETED

Chapter Eleven

Skylar's POV

I continue to stare into Jeff's forever non-blinking eyes, gently reaching for my pocket knife hoping he doesn't notice.

I'm not afraid, how could I be? I never was afraid of him, now with Masky's training I've become more confident and increased my strength.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time..." Jeff drags on, slightly pulling his arm back, ready to end me. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing I am facing death.

My efforts are proved worthless, but yet I still try to reach for my knife. Just as I feel Jeff move I finally feel the handle of my knife, pulling it out and stabbing Jeff in the side.

My eyes widen in fear as he doesn't even flinch. Instead, he grips my throat with one hand and roughly throws my across the living room. I look up to see Jeff pulling out my tiny knife, giving off small growls.

As I attempt to push myself up Jeff hurriedly walks over and kicks my face, sending my flying back an landing on my back looking at the ceiling.

Jeff towers over me grinning. "Pathetic!" He yells, giving me another kick to the stomach.

"F-fuck you.." I hiss, recieving yet another swift kick to the face. I begin to cough up blood, clutching my sides.

Jeff roughly grabs a tuft of my hair and pulls me to my feet, small wimpers of pain escaping my lips. I look around panicking, my eyes landing on a large ceramic vase on the table next to me.

I reach for it, ignoring the pain and connect it with the side of Jeff's face.

He lets out a irritated groan and drops to the floor, releasing his grip on my hair. I jump up and kick him in the face, hoping to wound him some more.

Frantically, I look around for my knife. Jeff gives a swift kick to my legs and they fall out from beneath me. I tumble to the ground, gasping for air.

Jeff sits up and straddles me, connecting his fist to my face multiple times. I can feel the burning from the broken pieces of the vase, piercing the skin on my black. I continue to hiss in pain as Jeff's picks me up with no hesitation and pegs me at the wall as though I'm nothing but a tin can.

Blood seeps through my clothes and covers my face. "P-please.. S-stop." I beg holding me hand up. Jeff completly ignores me pulls me up, pushing my body into the wall.

My eyes fill with tears as I know I'm done for, there's no point in fighing it. Jeff brings down his knife, piercing my shoulder. I let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"That's what I like to hear!" Jeff growls, twisting his knife and jerking it out of my shoulder. "You're nothing but a pathetic, useless human who deserves nothing more than death. So let me give it to yo-". Before he could finish his sentence, Jeff is pulled back by the hood of him jumper and thrown the the floor like a rag doll.

I drop to my knees, feeling my vision slowly fade.

I watch as a tall, muscular figure bend down to Jeff's level and grips him by his hoodie, continuously throwing punches and blows to Jeff's body.

The figure eventually drops Jeff and he falls to his knees. Staggering to his feet, Jeff wobbles towards the back door, picking up his knife in the process. As he opens the door he turns back to the figure in front of me, pointing his knife at us, "I'll get you for this you fucking shithead." He slurs and runs into the forest.

The figure kneels in front of me and picks me up bridal style.

"M-masky?" I mumble.

"Shhhh it's okay.." He replies. I snuggle my face into his jacket, my whole body aching. Masky gently sits me on the bathroom counter.

I wobble a bit but gain my compsure and manage to sit up straight. If it weren't for Masky, I'd probably be dead. No scratch that, I would be dead.

But a part of believes Jeff. Maybe I am a pathetic and useless 'human'. What the heck does he mean by that? Isnt he human too? My thoughts were interupted as Masky gently starts wiping the blood of my face.

Once he had finsished that, he washed the blood out of the cloth. I stared, watching the red coloured water slip down the drain.

"Right, shirt off." Masky instructs.

"What? N-no..!" I go to stand but my legs feel like jelly.

"Oh just do it, I've seen you in a bloody bra before." He says in a demanding tone.

Oh yeah, that's right. He has.

Its not as bad as it sounds though. He just came over one day while I was getting changed in my room. I had clothes on but not my shirt yet, no biggie.

"Fine.." I grumble and gently take my shirt off, hissing and wimpering from the pain that erupts from my shoulder.

"This is gonna sting a little." Masky warns as he pours disinfectant on it. I give a small scream and tears threaten to fall.

About half and hour later, Masky had completely cleaned my wounds. "Take a quick shower, I'll wait it the living room." I nod in response and begin to take my sweatpants off as Masky leaves the bathroom.

Feeling the warm water makes me feel so content. I let the water gently wash over me, as I begin going through all the previous events, a small blush appearing on my face as I recall taking my shirt off so Masky could fix my shoulder.

A series of knocks on the door interrupt my thoughts. "Sky? You okay in there? Its been like an hour." Masky yells from the other side of the door. Shit, I didn't realize I had been in here for so long.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." I yell back. I turn the shower off, shivering from the sudden coldness. I dry myself off and wrap the towel around me, unlatching the door and walking towards my bedroom.

I pick out some warm blue trackies and an oversized black T-shirt that used to be my dads. Looking in the mirror, its only then I realise how bruised and bashed I really am.

My left eye is surrounded in purple, blue and black, my bottom lip has a small split below is and my entire face is a deep shade of red and just looks horrible.

After gazing at my appearance I make my way downstairs, careful not to slip down the stairs.

Without concentrating properly, I miss a step and go sliding down the stairs, coming to a hault at the bottom.

"Ow.." I mumble to myself as I gather my thoughts.

Masky comes running to my aid, "You're so silly." He chuckles while picking me up bridal style and carrying me to my room.

He sets my down on my bed and pulls the cover over me. "Get some rest." He instructs, heading to the door and turning the lights off.

"M-maksy?" I mumble.

"Yeah?" He turns to face me.

"W-will you stay with m-me? Please."

He nods and walks back over to the bed. He gently slides in under the covers and faces me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my closer to him. I feel so safe when I'm with Masky.

I smile slightly as I nuzzle my face into his warm blue hoodie, slowly drifting to sleep.

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