Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 3: Escape

Note:

In the last chapter (Chapter 2, an intruder?) You could choose whether to hide or to escape from the killers. If you didn't choose just yet then go back to chapter 2 and choose.

If you did pick your decision then consider all of the above not written and go on with the story!

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However what are you going to do now? You got the cell phone so when you call the police could be here any minute...

You decided to make your escape.

You knew what you had to do. Hiding is meaningless, you are bound to be caught. They never said their time limit, so it is either hide until being caught or run and have the possibility to escape. You ran over to Farah's window, tugging at the small lever in order for it to open.

But it never opened.

You cursed as you knew this one was locked too. They had probably locked every single window in this whole house. However you realized that you weren't downstairs anymore. If you would crash the window the distance between you and your killers would buy you enough time to crawl through.

Once you are standing outside you could scream for help and call the police, whilst finding a way to survive. If there was something stuck on the roof you were always the one getting it, so you were at an advance, being more experienced on a roof than those killers are.

At least you'd hoped.

"Times up, darlings. Now let's play."

You knew you had to hurry up and you speeded over towards a small candlestick on Farah's side table. Your hands wrapped themselves around the small, metal pole and with one, swift swing you struck right through the glass, making it shatter into one thousand pieces.

You knew you had no time to lose, and without a second thought you reached out for the still lingering glass in the window frame. Your hands began to get all painful and bloody, but you knew those killers had heard the crash and were now after you.

Once you were convinced you could fit through the small frame you immediately grabbed one of the roof tiles and pulled yourself through, ignoring the screaming of your flesh when it made contact with the remaining glass and stinging like a mad bee.

You bit your lip once you were completely through, trying your best not to faint from the incredible height. You quickly opened the phone and dialed 911, making sure to stay clear from the window frame and keeping a close eye on it.

"911, what's your emergency?" You heard a woman's voice calling out to you and you could only sigh in relief. "Help me, there are two insane killers trying to kill us! I live on (S/N)!" You yelled into the phone, hoping to attract some more attention other than that of the killers.

"Alright a police dispatch is on your way. Where in the house are you now?" You had to regain your balance as you made more meters away from the shattered window. You were about to answer the woman when you heard the shattering of more glass.

The shattering of glass near you.

You immediately turned around, staring in horror at the smiley killer slowly crawling out of another window closer to you. Of course! What a stupid idea! There are more windows around! You mentally cursed at yourself as you began to scream loudly, hoping to gain some attention from neighbors.

However the killer only stared at you for a second, malice clearly shown in those icy, lidless orbs. He seemed to smirk even wider than his face would allow, gripping the handle of his knife tightly in those leathery white hands of his.