Two Broken Minds (A Jeff the Killer x Jane the Killer fanfic)

A Last Hello Part 1

A/N: Oh god, the feels...

I didn't run through the woods, I stalked through them. Still reeling from all that Jack had told me I felt my fury build once more. Now I had another reason to slap Jeff once I found him.

If the other Pastas were being serious then I could ask the house to take me somewhere specific and it would listen. Figuring I had nothing left to lose I thought, Alright house, I need to get to the Mad House and you're going to take me there. Isn't that nice.

I could feel the forest around me attempting to restrain me and keep me from leaving. Thick misty fingers wrapped around me and dragged at my clothes, begging me to stop and think twice. It might have had a good point but I wasn't in the mood for listening to reason. Drawing my knife I sliced viciously at the air around me. The mist recoiled and the suffocating heaviness receded as if I had wounded a living creature.

Now, I thought at the house mutinously, you are going to take me to the Mad House before I kill something.

Immediately it rebelled thickening the air around me once more. I could feel the panic and fear swirling through the atmosphere as it fought me.

I'm not going to get myself killed. I insisted mentally. I'm just going to save Jeff.

The house didn't want me to go. It was nicer about it than Slenderman but it still infuriated me. I had to leave now! If Jeff was still alive he didn't have the luxury to wait for this house to overcome its fears.

Jeff will die! I thought passionately. Don't pull this shit with me right now.

With a reluctance I could practically taste, the house drew me from the bowels of its forest and spat me out in a thin decorative spread of trees. I could scarcely believe these stiff weeds counted as a forest at all.

Harsh sunlight fell upon my masked face, blinding me momentarily. Sounds of traffic and people felt harsh on my sensitive ears. As soon as my sight had returned to me I darted out of the minimal shade of the branches above me and into the shadow of a much larger object.

An imposing grey stone building, the structure I assumed to be the fabled Mad House loomed over me. I cast it a withering glare as if the building itself had wronged me. After scanning the grey exterior I spotted a door to the east and sprinted to it.

Most likely a staff entrance, the door didn't appear to be locked, probably because a good deal of the work day still remained. A single security camera above the door frame watched the entryway. Confident that my mask would hide my face I stalked over to the camera and thrust my knife through its lens. Not the neatest way to disable security but it worked well enough for my purposes.

I pulled the door open, thankful for the silence of its hinges.

I gave the room a quick once over. I guessed at its use as a break room judging by the old fridge and microwave. There were three armed men lounging at a foldout table off to the right of the door. The one facing the door glanced up and his face clouded with confusion which quickly melted into alarm. Before I could even move the man had drawn his weapon and his friends were hastening to do the same.

"Drop the weapon and put your hands up!" The man closest to me hollered. With the speed of a snake I lunged forward, knocking the gun from the guard's hand, coming up between his arms and stabbing his Adams apple in the same move. The other two men fired. Seeking to avoid the projectiles, I fell to the floor and rolled to my feet, ready to attack again. I set my eyes on the second man and took a flying leap at him. Panicked, he fired again. Unable to dodge I brought my knife up to block the incoming bullet.