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

Chapter 22: the box

Note:

This chapter contains vulgar language, Be prepared!

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The leaves were crunching underneath your feet as you were walking through the dark forest. You had no idea in what direction you were walking, or what time it was. The only thing you did know was that you were walking with three different killers towards your old house.

You had kept your mouth shut the entire time. You knew Jeff couldn't handle any 'stupid' questions, while that masked guy would immediately cut your tongue out if you even would think of making a sound. That hooded guy... You had no idea what he would do. He was calm most of the time, but you were sure he was the worst.

You had been walking for hours through this strange forest, howling wolves the only other living beings in these woods. The trees were looking so peculiar that you didn't even count them as plants. They looked more like monsters.

You shivered from the cold... Or it was because of the situation itself. You had no clue, you only needed to get to the blueprint and then get the hell out of here. Your stomach growled lowly. Before you left, Jeff gave you an apple. But after what you guessed where days without food, only an apple wouldn't be enough.

Your eyes widened once you saw a few, vague lights coming from in between the many trees.

Lights?? City? You felt relief wash over you once the lights came closer and closer. It was a feeling you couldn't describe. Even though you were still walking with three different killers, those lights made you feel somewhat safe.

When you are standing in that city, there might be a chance that someone spots you or the killers and will call the police. Maybe you could be freed from all this, escaping in the city is a lot easier than escaping from the mansion.

However you couldn't help but to feel slightly disturbed about it. What IF someone saw you? What good would that do? Even the FBI couldn't protect you, then what could those small police corps do?

You snapped out of your thoughts when one of them spoke:

"We're here." You raised your head to look through the few trees and straight at the house you once lived in. The once peaceful house where many, many great memories lingered in. Until those killers attacked you and made the house look as if you were playing in a horror movie.

The pain and ache in your heart immediately returned. This was where you saw Mandy, Lola and Farah for the last time... You remembered how Lola was eating her salad; how Mandy nearly crashed down the stairs in order to watch the TV...

You missed them so, so much.

Somehow you felt lucky that your house was right next to the woods, but you didn't really understand. You had been walking for hours it seemed, but when you left the mansion it was dark, maybe early in the morning. Right now it was also dark, and guessing by the very few cars driving by, you knew it had to be late.

You couldn't have been walking for that long, could you? Also, you couldn't believe that mansion was only a few hours walk away from your house. It almost felt like you were living in their backyard! You wanted to ask Jeff, but decided against it. He would only get angry and call you stupid.

At the edge of the forest, the group stopped. You immediately stopped as well in order for you not to bump into the two. The masked man turned towards you and brought his finger to his lips, motioning you to be silent. He then looked from right to left and back before slowly stepping out of the safety of the woods and into the small open field known as your backyard.