Don't Let Me Die (Jack The Killer Fan Fic)

Chapter two: Like father like son

There i was. Laying on the ground in the middle of the woods. I felt my eyes start to open as I laid there looking up at the trees. Despite the pain I managed to stand up, and started walking er, limping to a tree. I fell holding on to the tree tightly. "What is this!?" I yelled at no one. "Wh-what am I!?" I screamed looking at my bleached white skin. The pain I felt was unimaginable, everywhere excruciating pain. I stood there until I felt I had enough strength. I started walking forwards, and I kept walking. And walking, aimlessly walking forwards. "Where am I?" I kept muttering. "I don't understand"

I eventually stumbled onto a camp site. There was one tent set up and a small camp fire. No one was here, so I sat next to the fire. It was dark, freezing, who ever was supposed to be here would be back soon I thought to myself. I felt my eyes start to close and I fell asleep next to the fire, feeling it's warmth on my body.

"Get the hell up" I rolled over my jet black hair still covering my face. I said fucking get up! I opened my eyes and looked up seeing a man, maybe 30 holding a 12 gage shotgun and a younge boy, maybe 12, standing behind the man. I got up and looked at him. "He-hello?" I managed out. Show your face. He said to me sternly. I moved my hair back showing my face to him. "JACK!" He screamed and fired the gun. Swiftly I moved. "Jack?" I said to him confused. He screamed and fired again. I rolled to the other side without trying. It was like something took over my body moving for me.

"Daddy is he really jack?" The kid asked worried. The man nodded and pointed the gun at me. I'm jack? I thought to myself.

"That's jack the killer" he said and shot the gun again. I ducked and looked at him confused.

"Why are you shooting at me!?" I yelled at him. He fired again but threw his gun since it was empty. He pulled a long knife out from his side and rushed forwards at me. Defend yourself something said to me. So I did. He ran at me and I grabbed his wrist. "Please don't make me do this" I pleaded to him. He kicked me in my stomach and went to stab me. Instinctively a grabbed his wrist again and snapped it. It felt..good. He screamed and I grabbed the knife he was holding. I put it in my hand and jumped on top of him.

"Like father like son" he said to me. I smiled and slashed his face once laughing. Then again, I put the knife in his skull and felt blood splash all over me. I kept stabbing and stabbing I don't know why I just couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop...I kept laughing and looked up at the little boy.

"Come here" I whispered to him laughing. He tried to run and tripped over his shoe laces. I licked the blood off the knife and smiled. "Tsk Tsk" i said giggling and stood over him. Go to sleep I thought to myself. And stabbed the prick in his little head and laughed with blood covering all over me. This is nice I told myself. Very nice.