Jeff and Jane

Chapter 6

Jeff POV

     I follow Jane into the woods, mainly out of curiosity as to what she was doing. A knife throwing practice? I hide behind a nearby tree as she whips daggers at that poor oak. I frown, gazing at her perfectly calm face. If anything, a hint of a smile peeking out from the corners of her mouth. Her serene manner contrasts with the constant motion of sharp metal flying through the air. I start to get a little uneasy and sneak away. I kick up dirt as I trek through the dense forest, puzzling over Jane. That scene with her the other day still leaves me confused. Maybe I shouldn't have told her. But I can't take back those  words. I can't take back anything I've done. I feel like I should just end it and kill her. I got over my parents death,(sort of) so what's another death of someone close to me? I think I loved  my mom and dad once. The word still sounds foreign and strange to me, and even more strange when thinking of John and Betty Woods. I shake my head, brushing off these conflicting thoughts. But my brain won't stop processing and I feel the need to kill again. I exit the forest into the cozy and quiet little suburbs. I dart through the open field and walk in the shadows. I stare up at a particularly pretty gray house and climb up to the second floor, peering in the window of a girl, who seems to be peacefully sleeping. I open the window. Unlocked, this gets too easy. I step into her warm room and slip a knife out of my pocket. Groaning, she flips on her table lamp and tries to scream as my hand is wrapped around her mouth. She kicks and thrashes angrily as I stab her repeatedly. Blood runs like a river from her wounds. She won't die, I only stabbed her in the abdomen. I jump out the windows as soon as the parents hear her moaning. If she locked that one window, she wouldn't be bleeding out as her parents frantically rushed around, trying to help their fading daughter. The rush doesn't leave me, and I find myself completely mad as I race back through the forest, the leaves of trees flashing in blurs as I run. 

     The mansion is dead silent. I feel a lingering presence behind me in the pitch black and whip around, grabbing a frail little body. A piercing shriek comes from the girl and a light is turned on. Sally wriggles out of my grip and runs behind an extremely annoyed Slenderman, crossing his arms. 

"Y-you scared me!!!" Sally screams, crying into his leg. 

"How come you're sneaking around in the dark?" I said, completely exasperated.

"BEN and I were playing hide and seek!" On cue, BEN comes out, confused.

"Sally you're really bad at hiding, you got caught!"

     Slenderman grabs the  squabbling pair with his long tentacles and drags them off to their rooms. I wander down the halls, deciding to go up on the roof. I go up in  the elevator and enter onto the open platform. The wind kisses my face and wreathes around my body, it's cool embrace giving me solace from loneliness. She soon leaves me, to my demise, as if though she cannot stay. I am again left with the empty abyss inside. Walking over to the perimeter of the roof, I plop down, my legs swinging over the ledge. If being up here does anything, it reminds me of Jane. She couldn't have appeared at any better time because right now she is standing behind me, irritated.

"Stop creeping around here at night, it's pissing me off." Jane proceeds to sit next to me.

"And when did this affect anyone, especially you?" I ask sarcastically. She doesn't respond and we sit in silence, the wind's howls replacing the quiet between us. As much as I would like for her to say something, Jane makes no attempt to further our conversation. All she does is stare at the ground, her face cold and emotionless. I realize how close I could be to pushing Jane to her death.  

"Hey, why was Sally crying downstairs earlier?"

"Oh, I sort of scared the shit out of her, she was wandering around in the dark and I got a little freaked out, grabbing her." 

"Wow, you always were such a gentle person."

"Fuck you." I growl and get up, walking towards the elevator. I did not need to listen to her bitching.

"Jeff," I pause, my fingers hovering over the button. "you should face things instead of running away from them."

"I could say the same for you."  She's a massive hypocrite, my god. I press the button and the elevator door slowly opens. As if in slow motion, Jane tackles me into the elevator, slamming me against the wall. The small box shakes as I rub my head. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yell, glaring at her. Jane is on top of me, her face unemotional as she leans in closer to me.  

"Jane get the fuck off of me right now." My heart is racing, and I can't tell whether it's from frustration or that she is inches away from my face and I all  can stare at is her lips. It's most likely both. We kiss. The air around us feels weird, and I am struggling to breathe. Jane pulls back, getting up as the doors open.

"Sorry," Jane whispers and walks down the hall to her bedroom. 

           Even while lying in bed, I can't stop feeling short of breath. I should be sleeping, but I can't, my eyelids were burnt off long ago. I usually can calm myself enough to sleep with them open, though tonight is a different case. Everything is different now.

Jane P.O.V 

     Another start of an ordinary day, everyone is eating breakfast in the dining hall, some discussing ways to torture people and others simply not speaking, keeping to themselves. In many ways I can respect that. We are all monsters, we can do what we want without consequence. Sometimes I feel like we are a family, but then I shut down. I never want another family ever again. Jeff skipped out on breakfast today, I don't think anyone knows where he is. BEN, not surprisingly, doesn't care. All he knows is malice, and the fact that Jeff is missing causes him to grin evilly. At this point, the only one who is actually humane anymore is Sally. Yet she still murders people. I poke at my waffle, partially listening to the multiple conversations around the room. Distant cackling, that's Jack. Kidney talk, that's EJ. I wonder how this became normal for me. I don't have time to think about social morality right now. I should be planning revenge, killing Jeff while he is vulnerable. I should be. But I'm not, and I am a horrible child. The small, tortured part of my soul tells me to kill him, but my actions have made it confusing as to what I'm going to do. Kissing your enemy may not be the best way to defeat your rival, especially if you're susceptible to falling in love with that person. Nothing will ever be normal, not even after I kill Jeff. I'm a murderer, even if I was trying to stop those people from suffering.

A.N- It's been a month since I last updated! I'm sorry. I ended up ditching the book for a while and putting it off for my other book. But, I'm thinking of actually ending this book soon, like maybe after a few chapters. The ending will not be what you think it is... I can't say anymore. Should I make a different fanfic? Suggest some ships or something in the comments, I always appreciate it. And once again, I'll see you in the next chapter!