Bloodshot Eyes [Jeff the Killer x Reader]

Why Did You Save Me?

(still (y/n) POV

          Who knew, what stood before me would be something i could't comprehend.  It was a boy. It was a boy who looked like he's been either burned at the stake and taken down early or had had a tragic mess-up with plastic surgery.  He had what looked to be a carved on blood red smile upon his almost deadly pale face. But this boy also had wide unblinking eyes that stared at me intently, watching every move I made.  The boy wore jeans and a bloodstained, white hoodie. Then I noticed that he was holding a blood covered knife in his right hand and I realized that the two men were nowhere to be seen. 

        And then it hit me. He had killed them.  Even though I didn't feel any bit sorry about what had apparently became of the men,I just was still in partial shock of the situation I was now in alone. But I was snapped out of my thoughts when the boy in front of me spoke.  

        "You ok?" said the boy.  

   "U-uhh, yeah" I said, nodding my head slightly.  It was then when the boy dropped his gaze from me and turned toward the window that was located on the right side of the both of us.  "Come with me, if you wanna live." said the boy.  "W-what?" I replied, still not completely sure of what was going on.

     "There are more men like them on the way and I'm pretty sure they don't necessarily need you alive." He said, gesturing to the now dead men that lay on the floor behind me. And with that he scooped me up bridal style and jumped out the window with me in his arms.  We seemed to be heading toward the forest that lay just beyond my house.  After about five minutes of silence, with this strange boy carrying me through the thick forest, I gathered the courage to break the silence and finally say something, "Um, Why did you save me back there, and not to mention, who are you?"  The boy looked down at me and opened his mouth to reply. "I'm called Jeff the Killer. But you can call me Jeff."  

        The word 'Killer', rang like a bell in my mind, setting off danger alarms left and right, yet I remained seemingly calm, I don't know why exactly but I wasn't startled or even worried that I had just found out that this boy was apparently a murderer.  I just seemed to trust him for some odd reason that my tormented brain wouldn't let me figure out.  He just kept running through the forest, dodging fallen trees and occasional large rocks, with me cradled in his firm but gentle grip. That is until we came to the enormous mansion that I was completely oblivious to, until only a few moments ago.