Stolen Blood

What comes to a end, becomes a "killer" new.

I suddenly awoken once more to sound of sirens blasting off outside and the front door pushed off it's hinges.

"Oh shit. Damn neighbors must have called the cops." I said to myself. I could hear the cops while they were heading up the stairs.

"Search all the rooms." one of them said. After a few seconds, my door was busted open and cop was staring at me disgusted. He saw all the blood I was covered in and the bloody knife. He slowly held up the gun.

"Drop the weapon miss. Just, drop, the we-" He was cut off when I sliced his throat with one swing.

"Anything wrong Harold." said another policemen. He stepped into the room and saw his friend dead on the floor. He looked up his gun right at me, where it was only inches away from my head. I just stood there, waiting fro the next move to strike.

Jeff's P.O.V.

I sat in my room, laying on my bed, cleaning the blood off my knife with my jacket. I was probably going to wash it later. But then the door slammed open with sound of Sally talking at a rapid fashion.

"Jeff;Jeff; you need to see this quick." Sally said. 

"OK, OK, I'll be there in a minute." I said kind of irritated.

"No; not a minute;NOW." Sally said once more. I sighed in frustration. I got up and followed Sally to the living room. Everyone was in front of the TV with the news on. The reporter was standing by a house which was crowded by many people, ambulances, police, journalist, cameramen, and many people with cameras. I was shocked to see it was Mertha's house.

"A local family has been found dead in the home of Hillside street. All except one person of the poor family has been found alive and is found to be the killer. Over to you George." he said. Then the camera panned over the a different side of the house.

"Thank you Kevin. Just in the second story home, the one who is said to be Mertha is in the house right now with two armed policemen. Now, with th-" he said cut off when there was the sound of gun fire going off in the house.

"Oh dear. I hope Mertha is alright." said Slendy putting a hand over his non-existent mouth. Back over that the tv you could see that the guy who is said to be George was looking up at Mertha's window. There was sudden scream and blood splattered across the window. Everyone outside the house gasped in horror. But before another sound could be made. There came Mertha breaking through the window, and falling to the ground below. Glass fell everywhere. Mertha quickly stood and looked to the large crowd of people. She looked up at the camera man, then with a flick of a wrist, she threw her knife at the camera. It completely went out of sight. But the camera man fell the ground dead, and the camera broke when it hit the ground. The TV screen went fuzzy with static.

"Wow, Mertha is one heck of a killer." Eyeless Jack said.

"Ohhhh, so that's Mertha... I like her." Sally said.

"Huh, that chic can kill." said Ben. I was impressed, I never seen Mertha do anything like that before. But before anyone could say anything else. There was the sound of rapid knocks at the door. I quickly opened it and Mertha came rushing in. She didn't see me and she accidentally knocked me to the floor.

"Oh good Jeff you're home." She said getting up off of me. She panting from all the running. 

"Why are you concerned that I would be." I said getting off the floor.

"I just thought I would trust you most if you were home... But anyway, I don't think I can go home anymore." she said with a weak chuckle.

"My dear. I see you are capable of doing more of killer. I am astonished." Slendy said walking over towards us. Then Sally walked over.

"Hi, I'm Sally. I like what you do." Sally said in a girl child-ish act. I rolled my eyes. Ya, she is a 8 year old girl. But how long has she been one.

"Um? Thank you, Sally." Mertha said.

"I can't believe you killed your family." Ben said standing on the couch.

"Ya. Well I did it, and I'm not sure why. But boy do I feel good." Mertha had a wide grin across her face.

"And why to go on killing the camera guy. I never seen anyone throw a knife like that." Jack said.

"Thanks. I had a lot of practice." she said with a slight chuckle. Mertha looked exhausted, her eyes were rimmed red and you could see lines just below them.

"You are quite the killer if I say so myself. Would you partake in something to eat?" Slendy asked. As soon as Slendy mentioned food, you could hear a growling noise coming from Mertha. She put her hands over her stomache.

"Actually, something to eat does sound good right now." Mertha said slightly embarrassed.

"Well alright. I get something started right away." Slendy said.

Mertha's P.O.V

Slendy walked off into the next room, and Sally followed him with a skip in her step. Ben and Jack sat on the couch and swiched the TV to video games. It was awkward just me and Jeff standing there at the door.

"Well, I guess you can stay here. If you would like." Jeff said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Really?! I-I couldn't do that... I feel like I might just get in the way." I said nervously.

"No no I insist. I mean, where else would you go." Jeff said.

"First, off, that is true; I'm pretty much a wanted fugitive now. Secondly, the hell happened to you. You don't seem like the Jeff I first met." I said a  bit concerned.

"Don't get used to this attitude, Mertha. I am just concerned for my ally." Jeff said in his normal stubborn why.

'Ally? Really? That's what he thinks of me?' I thought. I felt kind of annoyed at Jeff.

"Well, you can do what you want from here. Just remember, tomorrow that we go again." Jeff said halfway up the stairs. I didn't know what to do next. I just there by door, trying to calm myself down. I sighed, I didn't know how to begin with doing so. Now, I just walked over the couch and sat down between Jack and Ben. I watched them play Black Ops and it seemed Jack wasn't to good at. But I suddenly noticed how tired I was, when I did only get 4 hours of sleep of today and last night. I started leaning a bit, to where my head was almost touching Jack's shoulder. But before I knew it, I passed out. Drifting off into a deep sleep.