Madison The Killer {Jeff The Killer}

Chapter Twenty (Edited)~

-Jeff

As I am working on Madison as she is near death. As I am trying to pull the bullet out of her stomach her eyes close and her head falls to a slump.

"Is she..gone?.." Ben says sadly.

"I don't know" I pause on the verge on crying but I quickly hold it back to keep who I am. "She passed out, that has to be what happened!"

"I don't know man, she has lost a lot of blood.." he sighs, walking away.

I keep working on her, dead or alive. I get the last chunk of bullet out, At least I think I do. I wrap her up with the medicated bandages I found at someone's house. I pick her up and carry her to her room putting her on her bed gently. I put my head on her chest trying to hear a heart beat.

I hear one!

I quickly jump up in excitement but then put my head quickly on her chest, and now I hear none.

I fall to the ground and curl up in a ball holding my head in my hands. "Why!" I scream rocking back and forth on the ground. I stay there for what feels like forever.

-Ben

I'm in the kitchen sitting at the table. I watch Jeff carry Madison to her room. About five minutes later I hear him scream.

I think of the possibilities as I run to her room lean against the door frame watching Jeff act like he never has before, like he lost someone he loved. I never though I would see Jeff like this.

-Madison

I start to flutter my eyes open, my vision going from a blur to clear once again. I look around noticing I'm now in my room. I see Ben leaning again the door frame and I hear slight sobbing next to me. I stare at Ben for a little wondering what he's doing. He then catches my gaze and walks towards the sobbing.

"Jeff" he says calmly.

"Get the fuck off me Ben, I'm not in the mood for this" he growls.

Was Jeff the sobbing?

"Jeff..." he pauses, obviously trying not to get killed. "Get up".

"Why? I might as well die" he claims.

"But then I would be lonely" I finally gasp out interrupting them.

Jeff quickly jumps up and looks at me. "your.." he says his depression quickly turning to happiness "your alive" he says as he smiles and hugs me.

We stay in a hug for a while as Ben leaves the room and waves at me.

"I thought you were dead" he pauses, "you lost a lot of blood.....".

"Well, I guess I'm just that tuff" I smirk and giggle little bit, trying to brighten the mood. He jerks out of the hugging position.

"We won't be able to adventure with each other for a while" he sighs. "I don't want to chance you dying this time" he smiles as he starts to leave the room. "Get some rest" he then leaves the room closing the door behind him.

-Jeff

I walk out of Madison's room and close the door behind me. I lean against the wall and slide down it. I am now sitting on the ground smiling. I have never been this happy that someone that was almost dead survived. I usually would be very sad. Depressed even. Since their blood didn't drop. I try to dismiss this foreign feeling. It goes away after an hour of sitting on the ground.

I finally get up and walk to the bathroom. I clean off my knife and start to rub it

"Soon my precious, Soon" I coo at my knife. Doing this, I start to remember when I was in the bathroom, creating who I am today. I smile largely, larger than my carved in smile. I walk out of the bathroom and to the front door.

Ben stops me, "Where are you going?"

"I need to kill" I pause. "I'm in to much stress" I say while laughing at the same time. Remembering when I was in the hospital.

"Don't you want to stay with Madison?" Ben pauses. "To protect her?"

"Your here, can't you protect her?" I groan.

"Unless you haven't realized I am 10 times smaller than all of the creepypastas and normal humans. The only thing I can't be beat at is video games" he pauses as he frowns.

"The only reason I'm a creepypasta is because of my game. I'm only unbeatable when someone's playing my game. And I don't think someone trying to kill Madison will play my game" I try to speak but he quickly starts to talk again,

"It seems to be a lot of creepypastas are trying to meet the new creepypasta. And I don't think they care if she were to die" he claims.

My heart sinks to the feeling of loosing her again, if I left and she would of died from one of them it would of been my fault. Ben sees the depression in my eyes but I quickly fade it away.

"Fine" I groan. "I hope you realize, I have a terrible need for blood to be dropped right now..." I sigh and go into the living room, siting on the sofa.