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

Chapter 23: Stay

Note:
This chapter contains vulgar language, violent themes and slight gore. Be prepared!

In the last chapter (Chapter 22, The box) You could choose whether to stay with the killers or to escape the killers. If you didn't choose just yet then go back to chapter 22 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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No... You just knew this wasn't a good idea. Escaping these killers was bound to go wrong. You wouldn't even make it 5 steps up the stairs before you would get caught. You decided to only wait in silence, watching these three bickering about something so unimportant.

"Be quiet, I can hear something." All three killers were immediately silent, glancing around for the sound which became louder and louder.

"Shit, it's the fucking police?" Jeff seethed as he quickly walked over to the window, the two other killers followed, gazing outside to see whether they could catch a glimpse of the red and blue flashing lights. You only stared at Jeff, waiting for him to blow up at you because it would probably be somehow you fault.

He turned towards you in a whim, glaring down dangerously at your small form before speaking:

"How could they know?" You only shook your head, letting him know that you really had no idea how this could happen, even though this was a complete lie. He only stepped closer towards you, while you slowly narrowed your eyes at him and shrunk down.

"They may have been keeping a close eye on this building ever since those girls got taken." The hooded man huffed, crossing his arms. Jeff seemed to relax a little at this, his dangerous aura slowly disappearing. Your eyes shifted from Hoodie towards Jeff and to Masky.

"We've got the box now; let's get out before we need to clean up more shit." The masked man said, before he ran up the stairs with the hooded guy closely following behind him. Jeff's head snapped towards your before he got a hold of your pulse.

You stumbled forward from the sudden tug at your wrist and you knew just in time to get your stability back before you would crash onto the ground. Your hand gripped the banister of the stair, to help pull yourself up.

"Come on, we need to leave." He only growled whilst he dragged you up towards the stairs. You had to use all of your power in order not to falter over your own feet as Jeff continued to drag you along with him. You heard him muttering curses under his breath.

The sirens were coming closer and closer and you suddenly began to feel this tiny little ray of hope entering your heart. What if those police officers saw you? What if you were freed from Jeff's grasps? The FBI couldn't go up against them you knew that for sure. But it was because they didn't know these creatures yet.

With the information you had gathered, there was bound to be something they could do. Even though the blueprint was already in their hands. They could always create a new weapon right? They had to!

Jeff ran out of the back door, you still tagging along as he made a sprint towards the woods. Once you got to the edge of the woods realization dawned up on you when you felt nothing in your hands. Your blood immediately retreated from your face and your mouth became instantly dry.

You had dropped the box.

Oh no! No, no, no! It must've happened when you tumbled down because Jeff pulled you along with him. The box is probably still in the basement! Oh god, you're so stupid sometimes! Fear had hit you in the face as you could only imagine the foul things Jeff would do as soon as you told him this.