Jane the Killer X Male Reader [Complete]

An Unlikely Situation

(Y/N) = your name here                    pov = Point of View     (h/c) = hair color    (e/c) = eye color  

 

Your name is (Y/N), you are 18 and a recent high school graduate. You have a job working at Hot Topic, have some friends, and a nice house and have a 1967 Chevy Impala hardtop. (Fun fact: this is the exact Impala  model from Supernatural.) Your life was interesting to say at the least. Today on this cool rainy day of April 21st, you decided to walk  home in the rain. You worked only 5 blocks away from home anyway. However, once you reached the bridge that separated the city from the suburbs you call home, you saw a trail of blood droplets leading to under the bridge. Curiosity got the better of you, so you pulled out your butterfly knife, and went down under the bridge. Right there you saw a girl, she had cuts all over, and torn to hell clothes. You reached for your back pocket to grab your cell phone, but then remembered you forgot it at home on the charger. SHIT!!! You run down and pick the girl up and ran back to your house. You got there in 5 minutes, opened the door and sat her down on the couch.  You did not care about the blood because it was a leather couch. You immediately ran to get the cell, ONLY to find out you forgot to plug it IN! "FUCK ME, REALLY?!" 

You immediately went and grabbed your sewing kit, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a wash rag, and a tub of hot water. You sat down next to this girl and started cleaning her wounds and before long you were stitching her up. Then, it occurred to you WHO exactly you were stitching up. It was the "serial killer" (more like a VIGILANTE) Jane the Killer. "Damn. I wonder what she is doing in MY town." You had been real interested in THIS particular "criminal" for a long time. You thought of Jane as a hero. Considering her victims are all murderers, rapists, pedos, drug dealers, etc. You noticed that she had a lot of scars. She had some that looked like they were once fatal. The rest looked like minor cuts. "Maybe these cuts were from previous fights with her 'victims'." You whispered to yourself. You were done in about 10 minutes. Then, you took one good look at her body. With her mid-back length, black hair, mask, pale white skin, cuts and double-d chest, you thought she was pretty hot. But then you mentally smacked yourself realizing that the rags that she was wearing was hardly better than her being naked. You went up to your room and got a XL t-shirt a pair of boxers, came back down and dressed her in them.

Just then your cell started to ring on the charger...