Life at Creepypasta Mansion

Chapter 13

...Life at Creepypasta Mansion...

Chapter 13.

~Masky's Point Of View~

I bolted up the stairs to the room I had left Erica in, knowing Jeff would be in there. I wasn't even halfway up the staircase before I heard Jeff's horrid shouting and Erica's bloodcurdling screams. I started sweating uncontrollably. I darted in and out through the corridors, and up a second flight of stairs as fast as my legs would carry me, until I reached the abandoned living room.

"No, no, no no no no, NO!" I yelled over the other noise. I fumbled uselessly at the knob of the locked door. Jeff must have locked from the inside after entering...

After another thirty seconds of disturbing screams and useless lock-picking, I got too frustrated to continue.

"This is pointless."

I took a deep breath and the door as hard as I could, hoping the lock would possibly break.

The door swung wide open. I froze for a split second while taking in what I was seeing. Jeff had his favourite kitchen knife to Erica's throat, pushing its' tip into the side of her neck. Crimson red, sparkling blood trickled down her collar bone, staining her white blouse.

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF LORD ZALGO DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON'T?!" Jeff absolutely screamed. Tears streamed down Erica's pretty face as Jeff brought his closer to her ear, taking no notice in the pain he was causing.

"A heart," she whispered, "that's what he has that you don't."

~Erica's Point Of View~

Not a moment too soon, Masky came bolting through the door, swiftly ducking Jeff's first punch. He didn't have time to say a word before Jeff attempted throwing more consecutive punches.

"You're so pathetic," said Jeff clasping his fingers around Masky's throat, "do you really believe that you can beat me, the King Of Creepypasta, in a fight?"

"P-probably not, "said Masky, obviously suffocating, "but I-I'm willing to try, if, we fight in my conditions."

"Hmmm, okay, what would those "conditions" be?"

Masky took off his mask, and threw it away, "No weapons, hand-to-hand c-combat."

"Heheheheh, if you wish."

"Okay, then l-let g-go."

Jeff took his hands off Masky's neck, and took a couple of steps back. My heart was beating fast. I didn't think Masky was going to live through this fight.

But, Masky was lots more agile then I believed. As Jeff threw punch after punch, Masky dodged and ducked every one. Jeff was getting tired, and Masky still remained unscathed. Masky ducked one final punch, before quickly positioning himself on the ground and swiping Jeff's legs from beneath him with his own. Jeff fell to the floor, landing on his shoulder.

"Do you give up yet, Jeff, King Of Creepypasta?" said Masky, quoting Jeff's idiotic words.

"No."

Masky gave Jeff a harsh kick in the chest causing Jeff to cough and splutter until blood spilled from his mouth, which wasn't new to him, only this time it was more painful.

"Now?"

"Y-yes." said Jeff between between coughs. Jeff's blood spilled all over the floor around him. He choked and spluttered and spasmed randomly before saying, "just remember... she's my girlfriend."

"What?" I said, "you think I'd still want to date you after this?!"

"Not really, but just think about what I can do to you if you don't."