Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 31: Dead Or Alive?

Chapter 31

Collin P.O.V

       I remember there was a time where my dad told me that he didn't want me to grow up because the world was just about money and stress when you got older. I think I'm starting to question his logic. When you're raised without your parents fully loving you and giving you attention, it adds to the problems in life as you get older, such a self-esteem issues, depression, etc. I wonder if he thought that both him and mother were doing me good by not giving me attention and letting me run with the wrong people. 

       When I was a sophomore in high school, almost two years ago, one of my close friends was a stoner, big time. I didn't know how influential he would be to me until I spent the night at his house and he helped me get high. He was always pressuring me, using things like "Dude, don't be a loser, it feels good, and plus it doesn't affect you." and "Do you want to be like your parents and have your head stuck in work all the time and have no time for anything at all?". The second one hit me the hardest because he hit the right button. 

        That was thing about this guy, he knew my weak spots and used them to advantage. I never really realized that until now. Every time he wanted to do something that I didn't want to do, he said something that triggered me automatically to doing it. For example, he wanted to go to a club, but you had to be 18 to enter, so he made me buy fake I.D's and we went in the club. The club was okay but the stench of alcohol and drugs made me loose my appetite. I had to drive that friend home that night because he was too under the influence of drugs to stand straight. 

      When I think of this friend I think immediately of Ben. For some reason, he just seems the type that would push your buttons to get whatever they want from you, and I don't want that happening to Amber. That's why I have to stay strong for whatever is coming my way. Something that is big and going to inflict unnecessary pain. 

       It has been approximately an hour since I have told Amber to leave, me and the...thing  are playing a cat-and-mouse game. I have been running from it, hoping to lure it as far as possible from the mansion. I'd catch a small glimpse of it from time to time. It was a monster, no wonder I had sensed it from afar. 

        I stopped about two miles north from the river, and stopped to take a small break. This was it, I was going to face it now, no more running around trying to avoid it. I leaned on a sturdy oak tree, my right hand grasping the tree for support, as I fought to catch my breath. There was a smaller stream directly in front of me, not as big as the river that Jeff kicked Amber into, it was much smaller than that. 

      There was a snarling sound, and I looked up. 

Directly across the stream from me, stood the monster. 

     The creature was standing on all four legs, and it's features resembled a canine quite clearly. I could smell it's foul, rotting flesh as it dripped off of it, splattering the forest floor with dark red, almost black, drops of blood and rotting flesh. It's pungent odor rolled off of it's dark, matted fur in waves, almost knocking me off of my feet. A dark red tongue lolled out of the corner of its mouth, where dark grey slobber dripped of it and around it's razor sharp teeth. I stood straight up, and stared directly into it's bright green eyes, which looked startling familiar. They pierced into me strongly, as if they were trying to tell me something, or trying to warn me. I didn't let my glare waver as I held my ground. 

     The canine beast bunched it's hind legs and pounced across the river, stalking slowly towards me. It looked aggressive, but it didn't look like it was going to hurt me anytime soon. I slowly started walking towards it. What if it didn't want to hurt me? Every since I have gotten involved with L.J, things have gotten pretty weird, so maybe this is another thing that comes along with it. But, it smelled so putrid, I don't think any good could come out of it at all. It's mouth started to move, and I swear I thought it tried to speak. I listened more intently. 

"Do...n't........ run...." 

I stiffened, and slowly started to back away, keeping my guard up. It could jump at any time. 

The monster closed the space between us, and it's head cleared mine by a foot. I looked up into it's eyes, trying not to focus on the gruesome features it had. The eyes looked like the only thing that was sane on this monster. 

"What do you want from me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. 

The creature was swaying from side to side now, looking as if it might fall over any second. Was this animal... sick? Is that why it was slowly decaying? 

"C-C.....Collin...?" The voice was more pronounced, and I could hear it perfectly. 

I froze. There was no way that this could have happened. 

Why was the voice of my father inside of this demon?