The Hunt (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction)

2: The Kill

Sometimes I wonder what it's really like outside my gated community. Are the people just as mean? Or are they nice? Is there more diversity in religion and culture? Or is all of my state just more clones of the person next to them?

I want to see all the beautiful sites outside of this town, but the most I've seen is a mall and stores in the near-by city. I want to see so much more. I want to see everything from the busy cities to the most peaceful places of pure nature. I want to be free.

For now, I'm stuck here.

I sit on the roof of my home, watching the night sky. Not much happens these nights. Despite the secret rebel ways of many of the teens, not many bother sneaking out on school nights. Lately night after night I have been seeing one suspicious thing. A man "visiting" one of my neighbors. He's always gone once her husband is home though. I'm waiting for the night when they are caught.

I place my headphones over my ears, filling the silence of the night with music. The sky is beautiful tonight. The air is even colder now than it had been in the mornings, so I stayed wrapped in a blanket. Normally I'd be asleep by now since I have school in the morning, but for whatever reason I just couldn't sleep tonight.

I'm brought out of my peaceful state by the feeling of a pebble smacking into my face. The fuck? I rub my cheek where the pebble had hit and pull my headphones off. I look to the ground, hoping to find whoever threw the rock, and possibly hit them.

It didn't take long for me to spot the person. Tall, black pants, white hoodie, face hidden by the hood and his black hair. The guy from a couple days ago. Who the hell is he? I haven't been able to pick out any students at the school who look like him.

I watch him as he puts a cigarette to his mouth and takes a drag. I couldn't see his mouth every well from here, but it seemed very red in contrast to his pale skin. In fact, his skin looked white. Maybe it's just the lighting?

His other hand leaves his pocket, flashing a shinny object I quickly recognize as a knife, and waving at me. I gasp and push myself back further on the roof, towards the window I had come out of. I can't hear him, but the way his shoulders bounce suggest he's laughing.

This can't be actually happened. No, no way anyone dangerous could get in here. Security here is some of the best. It must just be one of the teens pulling a prank. It has to be.

He doesn't move from where he stands. The longer he stands there, the more I begin to think it's just a teen trying to scare me. None the less, I should lock the doors. No one ever bothered to lock their doors here, no one felt the need.

In a rush, I suddenly jump back into my room and pull the window shut. As queitly as I can, I run downstairs and lock the doors. I start with the front door, then the back, then every window that can be opened. Afterwards, I sneak to the front window and peak through the curtains. Still the boy stands in the same spot. I get a bit of a better view of him from here. His skin really is white. And it looks like he's... He's cut a smile into his face? Is that makeup? It must be.

I head back up into my room. Again, I check to see if he has moved. And again, he hasn't. I close the curtains and lay down in bed. My heart beats fast, I worry what will happen if he moves. But I continue to tell myself it's just some kid pulling a prank.

Sleeping became useless. I kept checking the window. The guy, he never left the spot. Morning was creeping up on me. Hours pass till I finally become tired. I fall into a restless sleep.

My alarm screams, forcing me awake. I gasp and sit up with a start, looking around in a panic. I rush over to the window and look outside, empty. The street is empty. At least empty of whoever that was. Maybe it was just a bad dream.