My love story (Jeff the killer's sister)

~Martha's Pov~

"Amy does he still have a pulse?"

"..." I look over at the girl with bright red-orange hair, she reaches down and places two fingers on his neck. "...no."

"What!?" The dirty blonde boy shouts as the car starts to lose control.

"DEREK! You're driving!" The person on the passenger side next to the dirty blonde shouts as grabs the steering wheel

"Fuck! Abby!" The dirty blonde guy, guessing his name is Derek, shouts. Ignoring what the guy who's holding on to the steering wheel had just told him.

"Ye-yes!" A small fragile girl replies. She's sitting in the back seat right next to me. She has long wavy cotton candy pink hair. She looks younger than everyone else, including me. She's got to be at least in middle school.

"Don't you dare shout at her like that Derek!" I jump at the sudden harsh voice coming from the guy holding the steering wheel. He shoots Derek a quick glare before looking back ahead.

"Sigh," He lets out a short breath of air, "Come on Abby. Can you please help Michael?" He says.

As he pleads, I notice he has this sad expression on his face as if in any giving moment he's going to disappear.

"A-al-" the girl with cotton candy pink hair gets interrupted as she begins to speak.

"Hey!" The guy holding the steering wheel shouts as he looks over at Derek. "Remember what happened last time, Derek?"

"But..." He takes a glance at the guy who's laying on the lap of the girl with reddish orange hair, then glances back at the girl with pink hair, "you're right.." He pauses for a bit before continuing, "It's just Mikes like a brother to me..."

He lets out a long sigh before turning back to the steering wheel. He takes the steering wheel from the other guy and begins driving again, only this time slower, as if he no longer has a will to arrive to his location.

As we keep driving, nobody in the car says one word, filling the car with nothing but an awkward silence.

"I'll do it!" The little girl jumps up and shouts causing everybody to turn around to look at her, and Derek to step on the brake, causing us to jerk forward.

"Really!?" Derek shouts as he glances back at the girl, who I'm guessing is Abby.

She nods and looks back at Derek. "Michael's like- No! All of you guys are like family to me. I won't and can't lose any of you guys." She shakes her head vigorously and looks down at her clenched fist on her lap.

"Amy.." The girl with red-orange hair murmurs to herself.

"Alright!" Derek turns back to face the steering wheel and begins to drive. He starts rushing through traffic trying his best to avoid hitting cars.

After a few minutes we arrive in front on this big White House with a red car parked on the parking lot by the garage. Guessing someone else is home or it belongs to one of them.

"Go open the door Amy!" Derek shouts at the girl with red-orange hair as he helps the other guy pick up Michael and take him inside.

We head into the house and head into what looks like a living room. They place the guy Jeff had stabbed in the cafeteria at the mall on a table in the middle of the living room and take his shirt off. You could see where he had been stabbed at getting worse.

He looks so different compared to earlier. He has little to no color now, along with his lips. His skin looks pale and bruised up, while his lips are no longer a pinkish red but a light purple. He looks like a lifeless body. 'what exactly are they going to do?'

"O-okay, I'm ready." Abby says while taking her sweater off.

"You sure?" The guy who was sitting in the passenger ask with a concerned expression almost hoping for Abby to say no.

"Yep!" she responds with a big smile on her face as she hands her sweater to guy. "But I need you to be here when I'm done. Okay!" She looks at him, waiting for a response.

He nods at her as a reply.

"Yay!" She jumps into his arms and gives him a big hug, "Thanks, Andy."

"Okay you two, that's enough. We gotta do this before it's too late." Amy speaks up, cutting Abby and Andy's hug.

I look over to my side and spot Derek leaning against the wall. He's looking down this tiny box in his hands. I remember what he said back in the car, 'he's like a brother to me.' I head towards him and place a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry. He'll be fine. I know he will." I give him a brief smile before looking down at the tiny box.

He looks at me for a brief second with a look of confusion implanted on his face, then looks back down at the tiny box in his hand. After what seemed like an eternity, he looks back at me and flashes me a smile, "you notice I was worried, huh?" I move my hand away from his shoulder as he puts the box in his pocket. "Thanks, Martha. Sorry if we made you worry. I was planning on introducing you to everyone but seems like you've figured out who's who."

As he's walking away he turns around and tells me one last thing before disappearing into a different room.

"Oh, by the way, I'm not just a dirty blonde kid, ya'know." Derek says while flashing a wink.

I stand there confused before I realize something, "How'd he know that.. I don't remember telling him my name.. I don't think I called him dirty blonde kid.. Did I?.. No.. I don't think so at least.." I whisper to myself as if saying out loud would make more sense than it does in my head. It doesn't.

I turn my attention back to the living room, I wish I hadn't. I'm dumbfounded with what I see.

Abby, the little fragile girl, has all these weird signs on her arms, they look almost like tattoos except they're glowing.

"Eh!" I stand there, not knowing what to say or do.

"Uhh!" She groans as her face begins to get twisted in pain.

"Come on! You can do it, Abby!" I hear Amy start shouting as if to cheer her on and motivate Abby to continue going.

With her arms stretched out, she takes a few steps back. I glance over at Michael's body only to see it now floating above the table, as he floats up there, the glowing signs start to appear all over his body too.

"Uhh! Ugh!" Abby falls to the ground as she emits a painful sounds causing Michael's body to fall back on the table. 

"Abby!" Andy and Amy run towards Abby as she falls on the ground and looses consciousness.

As Derek walks into the room he freezes at the sight of Abby on the floor, then quickly glances over at Michael before letting out a deep sigh.

"Guess it's my turn." He says while stretching his arms out and placing them on Michael's head.

I may look calm and composed on the outside, but trust me, I'm not. I have no idea to what's going on.

I look back towards Andy and Amy to see how Abby's doing. Andy places the sweater on top of Abby as in to cover her and make sure she's not cold while Abby's head is laying on Amy's lap.

"Ah!"

I hear a familiar voice behind me, it doesn't quite sound like Derek, which confuses me. I turn around to see a satisfied and proud looking Derek. I glance over towards the table where Michael was laying just a few minutes ago. He's no longer on the table looking like some corpse. Michael's sitting on the table holding to the once open wound. He no longer looks as pale as earlier, in fact, most of his color has returned.

"But...how?" I whisper to myself as I take another look around the room. Who are these guys and how is Michael alive? What's going on?