Hidden Deception (Jeff The Killer X Reader)

Chapter 11

A grin spread across my face as I dodged him, sliding of the edge of the bed, hearing the creak of the springs as he landed roughly on the bed.
A growl emitted from him as he got on all fours, getting in a predator-like stance.
I narrowed my eyes as if to challenge him, waiting for him to make his move.
Nearly half a second later,he lunged at me, scalpel in the air.
Time seemed to slow down the closer he got.
I waited for him to be close enough before I rolled out of the way at the last second, feeling satisfied at the grunt noise that came from him as he hit the ground.
I acted fast and sat up, quickly tackling him, placing my knife to his neck.
He growled before elbowing my side, making me gasp in pain and fall onto the hard wooden floor.
I scrambled to get up, only to get tackled by the masked fucker.
I struggled against his grip, eyes blazing with pure anger.
The scalpel wielding man only tilted his head, as if he was completely calm.
"It's been a while since one of my kills has been this...interesting..."
I glared into his empty voids, taking note of the blackish tar that dripped from them.
"Get off of me you asshole."
One of the sides of his mask lifted slightly, indicating that he was smirking upon hearing my voice for the first time.
"Hm, so the beauty does have a voice..."
"Shut up."
"How rude..."
"Hypocrite..."
I felt the scalpel dig into my shoulder slightly, blood slowly flowing out of the wound and dripping onto the floor.
A small hiss of pain escaped my lips, earning a chuckle from the killer as he leaned down a bit, lifting his mask up slightly.
He paused for a second before licking the wound slowly.
I cringed as I tried to get out of his grip again, this only resulted in him pinning both of my arms above my head using only one of his hands.
I'm gonna die aren't I?
"Your blood tastes delicious... I wonder if your kidneys do too..."
Shit.
The hand that was holding the scalpel cut down the middle of my shirt, slightly scratching my smooth skin.
I winced slightly, fidgeting against him.
He started to press the sharp blade onto my skin, before I had kicked the end table next to my bed, the lamp on its surface had toppled off and crashed onto the back of his head.
He paused as it time froze, before slightly tensing up and weakening his grip against me.
I took this chance to push him off, watching him lose his balance and fall over.
He tried getting up, starting to say,"You b-"
Before falling back down and laying motionless on the wooden surface.
I sighed and took his scalpel away, placing it on the end table before getting up and throwing the rest of the ruined shirt into the trash.
I looked down at him before grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room, through the hall, down the stairs, and into the basement.
I kicked him down the basement stairs, earning a shocked sound from Jeff as a loud "thud" was heard.
"What the fuck?!"
I ignored him and walked down the stairs, pulling Jack over to where the chains were.
"Ah!!! Put on a shirt! Wait, who is that? Why the fuck are you bleeding so much?"
I glared at him as the lit lamp that was by the stairs illuminated my face.
"Shut up."
He was shocked for a second but huffed and stayed quiet, knowing that I was going to tell him later.
I started to chain the little fucker up, the same way I had with Jeff.
Chain him up as much as I can, but not take any risks.
After I was done with that, I saw the familiar gleam of a phone in his pocket, it was a shock it hadn't fallen out.
I took it and took out the battery, throwing it in a random corner of the room.
Take no risks. BEN could always be watching.
I sighed and looked over at the masked man before grinning and getting a stupid idea.
I slowly inched my hands toward the edges of the mask, lightly grabbing onto it.
I started to lift it up before taking it off completely, what I saw next made me shocked.
Pale gray skin, plump grayish lips with blood on the corners of them, and closed eyes with long eyelashes that stood out because of the black tar substance coating them, making them appear thicker and longer.
Holy crap, he was hot...
Its a mystery why he decided to hide his face, from what I read, he thought he was a hideous monster, but that's just the exact opposite.
I shook my head and sighed.
He just tried to kill me and harvest my organs, and now I'm admiring him...
What the hell is wrong with me today?
I stepped away before remembering that I was losing a lot of blood from the cut he had made on my back earlier and groaned in pain as the pain came back.
I accidentally stumbled over to where Jeff was, muttering curses as I tried to deal with the pain.
"What the hell happened to you?!"
A small look of concern was on Jeff's face, but it was barely noticeable as he tried to hide it.
"A bitch attacked me. That's what..."
I hissed in pain as I stumbled over to the first aid kit on the wall, pulling it off and opening it.
I heard Jeff sigh.
"Come here and bring that with you."
I was confused for a moment.
"What? Why?"
He rolled his eyes like the answer was obvious.
"Your obviously not going to be able to patch yourself up, and I definitely do not want you to die from blood loss, shirtless, making me look at you while I'm stuck here."
I saw a faint blush on his face, as he tried to look anywhere but my upper body.
I sighed and walked over to him, first aid kit in hand.
"Fine."
He took the kit and took out the rubbing alcohol, turning me so my back was facing him.
He poured the liquid onto a cotton ball, starting to dab at the wound.
My eyes widened as I held in the gasps of pain that were threatening to spill out of my mouth.
He stopped after a while before, wiping away the blood from the area.
He grabbed the bandages, starting to wrap it around my torso.
"Mind telling me what the attacker looked like?"
"You'll see him later. I reckon you know each other."
He sighed and finished up.
"Fine."
I turned to face him, smiling faintly.
"Thanks..."
He rolled his eyes before looking away, a light pink hue on his cheeks.
"Yeah yeah..."