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

Chapter 24: Escape

Note:
This chapter contains vulgar language and violent themes. 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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You decided to make your escape. Staying here was bound to go wrong, the police would eventually come across you and even though you knew these killers were immune to bullets, you certainly weren't.

You again turned towards the killers, watching as they were still engaged into their argument. You took slow side steps towards the stairs, carefully keeping an eye out for them. Suddenly the hooded man spoke:

"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. This was your chance!

Before any of them could turn to you and ask you how this could be, you had shot up the stairs with the box. The adrenaline coursed through your body as you nearly flew over the steps. You didn't dare to turn around, afraid that you might trip over something like those girls in bad horror movies do.

"Fucking hell!" You heard Jeff shouting which was followed by loud footsteps. You knew this house well, and that was your main prerogative. Once you had shot outside of the basement you immediately ran over to the front door and dashed through it while slamming the door shut in order to buy you some time.

You stumbled a little from the harsh impact, trying not to falter too much as you quickly regained yourself and started running into a random direction. You heard the sirens coming closer and closer and you decided to run towards them or the street.

Somewhere seen.

"You fucking cunt, come back here!" You heard Jeff shout at you, but your urge to escape was bigger than your fear for him. You felt your breathing getting heavier with each step you took, your muscles began to protest against you but you had to run.

This was your only chance to escape.

You ran right onto the streets whilst yelling for help. It wasn't very loud, considering you were out of breath. You wanted to run towards the sound of the police sirens and thus into the neighbourhood more, but a figure at the end of the street made you slow down your running.

It was Masky.

You nearly cursed under your breath as you made a sharp turn into someone's yard, to avoid Jeff from catching you. So much for running towards the police sirens. You didn't think about it though, you only wanted to escape those three.

You saw a fence nearing, and you knew that you had to be extremely quick. While running, you threw the box over the fence. You then made a big jump in order to get as high as possible, climbing onto the fence with agility and speed you didn't know you had thanks to the adrenaline.

You jumped off of it, landing roughly onto your feet until you stumbled onto the ground. The landing caused some jolts of pain searing right through one of your legs and you hissed out of pain. But there was no time to stop; you needed to keep on going.

You quickly snatched the small box away from the ground. You had no idea why you even wasted all this effort on keeping the box, but it felt strange. It felt rather important to you and you wanted to make sure these killers wouldn't get this box.

You ran along the edge of the woods, not even thinking of going in there even if you knew Masky could be close. Going in there was the most idiotic thing you could do. You dared to take a quick look around and saw that no one was following you.