HYPOPHERNIA

Chapter 11:

     You walk down the hallway with sweaty palms and a knife in your hand. You had agreed to go to your first kill with Jeff, or as he calls it, "hunt." You didn't have much belongings, so you had to borrow a blade from the kitchen.

     Slender said you didn't have to use your "ability" as a weapon yet. He said that it was a very powerful weapon to have. You weren't positively sure if you really wanted to do this, but you just confirmed it was the right thing to do, considering that is why you live with these killers in the first place.

     You walk to Jeff's doorway, knocking lightly. Shortly you are greeted with the raven black haired man himself. You can barely notice, but he smiles when he sees that you're the one behind the door. "Ready?" He asks.
You nod nervously.

   Were you ready? What if you wussy out? What if you knew who the first victim was? Would you be kicked out of your new home? You weren't sure if you were ready anymore...

     "Don't worry, everyone's nervous there first hunt. Hell, even I was!" He laughed at himself and motioned you inside his room. "I still have to grab a few knives." You smile and nod. You look around the room. There wasn't much. A lot less than you anticipated.

     His bed sheets, of course, were red, his carpet black with red sprinkles. A few dirty white shirts were tossed around the floor, which you stepped over. At the end of his bed was a box. Jeff brought out a key and unlocked the metal compartment. Inside were plenty of knives to choose from. From large butcher knives to tiny scalpels. You were surprised by the many knives he had. You knew he was a fan, but you hadn't known it would be this large.

   "Damn," he closes the box and locks it again. "wrong one." Wrong one? There's more? Jeff steps over to a closet, which soon you find out it's just a large closet full of many knives and even different types of gases.

"Where do you keep your clothes?" You ask curiously. Jeff smirks at you. "Why does it matter?" You blush lightly. "W-well I mean, look at this! Your whole storage is full of weapons!" You walk over to a small dresser and open a drawer. Again you see knives. "Wow..." You eventually find one drawer with a few pairs of shorts and shirts.

     "Well, I've got what I need." You turn around to see a knife flying towards you. You quickly move out of the way as it falls to the carpet. "You'll want to use one of my knives," he stated as he tucked a knife in his pants. "Slendy will throw a hissy fit if you use a kitchen knife." He snickered as he held out a hand. You smiled slightly, grabbing his hand.

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(Y/N) POV

      The two of us silently walk down the hallway of the small cottage. Jeff had told me this guy has been living here for a while. I notice how empty the home is. No family photos. Odd. I copy the stance Jeff takes. He glances at me and points at a door. That must be where that guy is. I let out a shaky breath. Jeff puts his palm on my shoulder and shakes it lightly. I look at him nervously and walk towards the door.

I put an ear to the door to make sure the person-sorry, victim- is asleep. I don't hear anything so I go to open the door.
"Wait," Jeff put his hand in front of me. He puts his hand on the knob. He quietly opens the door and peeks inside. He groans a little bit. "Dammit Strike!" Jeff said as he opened the door all the way open. I saw a man as tall as Jeff turn around.

   Half of his face was covered in bandages, including half his head. His hair was dark (almost black but not completely) and was messy, sticking up and was pretty fuzzy. The skin that showed, which wasn't that much, was light and pale. His one eyes was almost as bright and clear as the ocean...

Well i haven't seen the ocean, but photos were just as good.

He wore an old fashioned looking baseball uniform. On the front it said 00. It was spotted with fresh blood. The uniform seemed to be a little small for the man but he looked just fine with it on. In his hands he held a wooden bat with fresh and stained blood.

"Why are you always taking my kills." Jeff pouted. The man shrugged. I assumed he didn't speak, seeing the bandages and all. I looked below him to see a woman lying there. Her head was bashed, her limbs were twisted in different positions. Not normal ones either. I looked in terror, and quickly turned away from the sight. I felt sick.

"Hey, (Y/n), you ok?" Jeff asked, rubbing my back. I let out a soft sigh, breathing in deeply and nodding.

"Strike, get rid of that," Jeff demanded the man in a soft tone. I. The corner of my eye I saw the man, who I presumed as Strike, nudge the ladies head with his bat before closing the door. A few minutes later the door opened again with Strike holding two bags. One was bloody, the other full of something unidentifiable.

Strike put the bags down beside the wall as soon as his gaze focused on me. He slowly put his hand on my shoulder. I could see a look of worry and sorrow in his eye. He turned to Jeff and started moving his hands quickly. Sign Language.

"He says that he is sincerely sorry, and that he totally forgot that you were going to have your first kill here." Strike looked back at me. His look of worry was still smeared all over his face, anybody would be able to tell.

     "I-It's alright." I breathed out. I could see the shape of the small smile through the bandages. He patted my back again. I noticed most of his body was covered in bandages. What happened?

     "Well, (Y/n), this is Strike-Out. And this is (Y/n)."

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    Sorry for the late update, I'm in the middle of moving right now.

   Don't know when the next chapter will be. :/

  I'll keep updating when I can!

sTaY CrAzY!