Stolen Blood

Death Can be Repulsive

Third person POV

"JANE... GET OUT HERE YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH!" Jeff shouted. Jeff found his way to where Jane was.

~Dont ask why cause I dont even know

"COME OUT HERE SO I CAN MAKE YOU SUFFER!" Jeff shouted once more. But his voice turned into nothing in the dead silence that settled around him. He couldn't see a single thing. It was a very pure darkness that surrounded him. But he trusted his instinct and trudged forward. He clutched his knife tighter, ready to stap anything that decided to pit against him.

Jeff suddenly stopped, he heard something, but couldn't tell what is was. It sounded like a faint breathing, but a very weak one. Jeff knew exactly who was near.

"Mertha!" Jeff's voice echoed. "Mertha are you okay?" There wasn't any answer. Just the sound of footsteps walking slowly towards Jeff.

"Mertha answer me."

Nothing...

"Mertha...?"

Then, the sound stopped.

"Jeff..."

"Mertha, tell me your alright."

"Run."

"What?"

"Time to die bastard!"

A dim light flickered on, and Jeff eyes irritated to the sudden brightness. Jeff could see Mertha out of the corner of his eye. He flinched and saw, Mertha standing there, clutching a butcher knife.

"Mertha your alright." Jeff said. Jeff let his sympathetic instinct take over, and he threw himself at her.... hugging her.

"Bad mistake Jeff." Mertha said with a very raspy voice. Before Jeff could react, Mertha raised the butcher knife and flung it at Jeff. But Jeff dodged at the right moment. Jeff flung back into the wall. Jeff was confused.

"What!?"

"You deserve to suffer for what you did to my parents." Mertha shouted running towards Jeff.

Mertha's voiced didn't sound her own. Jeff quickly got to his feet and took action. Within seconds, he had Mertha's wrist held back with his hands.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Mertha?!" Jeff saw Mertha's eyes looked empty and black and white. It wasn't Mertha anymore.

"Jeff, you deserve far worst punishment than what you put your victims through." Another voice echoed not only from Mertha. But from her.

"I finally have you Jeff." Mertha and Jane said. Whatever Jane said, it came from Mertha as well.

"Now you will finally die." Mertha broke free from Jeff's grip and thrusted the knife forward, causing it to dig into his shoulder. He thrusted backwards, making the knife violently tear out of his shoulder. Jeff's focus was all on his life threatening wound, Mertha grazed him right in the side of his face, knocking him to the floor.

"That's it... games over Mertha!" Jeff said spitting out a broken tooth. Jeff got to his feet, just in time to block Mertha from flinging the knife into his skull.

"Careful Mertha, that skull is the important part." Jane said. Jeff pushed Mertha away, causing her to be thrown off balance, giving Jeff the perfect moment to attack. Jeff flicked his wrist and the knife nailed her right in the leg. It was lodged deep into her thigh. But Mertha didn't hesitate to pull it right out, and a bunch of blood spurted out. Jeff could see tears pour from Mertha's eyes. Mertha was not in control, but he knew she was still there, but suffering from Jane was putting her through.

Mertha threw Jeff's knife back at him, and it came to fast and cascaded past his neck. Jeff could feel the deathly wind when it went past, and it sent a chill down his spine. Jeff didn't hesitate to grab his knife that lodged into the wall. Mertha stood there, with blood soaking her pant leg all the way through. Mertha still had a emotionless face, but Jeff could see the fear hidden in her eyes.

"Mertha, snap out of it. This isn't you." Jeff tried to get through to Mertha. But Jane stood not to far by, observing the entire thing.

"I am afraid that won't work Jeff. She is in my complete control, and she will do whatever I command."

Mertha thrusted forward, swinging the butcher knife in every direction towards Jeff. At each swing, it either cut Jeff deeply in his chest area, or it grazed his sweat shirt. At every dodge, Jeff grew more and more weak. Mertha was not giving up. Jeff couldn't withstand the power that was both her's and Janes. Jeff only had one decision... running. Jeff gathered the rest of his strength and dashed for the nearest door he could see. He bolted though the door, and shut it right behind him. He held himself against, so that Mertha wouldn't get through.

"You can't hide forever Jeff." Mertha said through the door. Jeff felt the pressure against the other side.

"It's alright Mertha, he, will take care of him." Jane said. Then, it stopped, Jeff was now relieved and backed away from the door. But then, Jeff put all his focus into the room he was now in. Blood everywhere, skulls scattered the shelf, and medical tools cluttered the table. But Jeff's attention was more drawn to what was in front of him. There, sitting in a chair, was a very thin human like thing, it's skin looked withered, and see through. Both it's eyes were removed, but it was still breathing. His hands have been removed and replaced with rusted blades of many different weapons. There was a boy standing next to him, holding a syringe, and staring at Jeff, as if he was waiting for him. He then smiled widely, making the stitched around his mouth cringe. He injected the syringe into the thing and stepped back.

"Have fun with Jix." Jane said though the door. Then, the thing's eye sockets glew blood red, and it rose itself out the chair, and stared at Jeff. Jeff pupils narrowed, and it felt as if his face was even paler than it was. No words came from its mouth, but an odd gurgling noise came out. Then, it through himself at Jeff, but Jeff dodged it in time and it rammed itself into the wall. Jeff knew, that he was a dead man.

A/N: I am very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very sorry, but I have to stop here. I have to end part one and start another fanfic of mine, I have promised alot of people I would start it TODAY, and I do not take promises lightly. SO ya...

TO BE CONTINUED...