(Y/N)~ Your Name (Y/EC)~ Your Eye Color (Y/FM)~ Your Favorite Music (H/S)~ He or She (Y/FC)~ Your Favorite Color (Y/FBF)~ Your Favorite Breakfast Food (Y/CN) Your Cats Name (S/M/L)~ Small. Medium. Large.
Jeff's P.O.V
Cold....my wound seeping blood. I continue to trudge along squeezing the open wound on my arm. Dragging my gash covered leg filled with broken glass i see a light in the brush of the trees. I limp towards it, the cold night air kissing my bare scar riddled neck. The light grows brighter and I soon realize that it is a house. I continue towards it hoping no one is there, at least long enough for me to clean myself up. The house grows larger as i approach the back porch. Just as my foot hits the wooden porch step my vision goes dim then black..
~Thump~
Your P.O.V
You jump hearing a loud thump on the back porch. Normally you would not be jumpy to such things, but you with the house to yourself while your parents are in Florida for a week has put you a bit on edge. Even though they only left a few hours ago. You decide to check it out mentally screaming at yourself how stupid that is. You slowly walk to the back door clutching a knife in your pocket. You open the wooden door a loud screech sounds from the doors old hinges. You see the large man lying face down on your porch blood stains on his jacket. You fall to your knees examine the black haired man before you, you see him covered in deep cuts and gashes. Glass shards protruding from his arms and legs. You do your best to pick him up, you drag him to you bath room and lay him on his back. His black locks covering his face, you carefully and gently pull the blood soaked hoodie off of him, and then his black shirt. After removing the two items of clothing you see his scar riddled, pure white skin. You think nothing of it at the time and grab your first aid kit. You slowly pull the glass shards from his arms with pliers then stitch any large gashes on his arms. You clean them then wrap them in gaws, you move to his legs. You pull the large glass shards out, then remove the the black baggy jeans. Not paying any attention to the man partially regaining consciousness. You clean the wounds and stitch them as well, wrapping them in gaws. He seems okay for now, you put your head to his chest and listen for a heart beat. You hear one and decide you can't just leave him on the bathroom floor. You clean up your mess and throw his clothes in the washer. You pick him up and drag him to your bed, you lay him down and sit beside him. "I wonder what happened to him....it looks like he was hit by a car," you mumble to yourself. You reach for you phone and a large hand grabs you arm. You jump and yelp from how hard it's squeezing. The man looks at your frightened face. You find your voice, "l-let go get off me!" You fight his grip and he moves his black locks, reveling his carved smile and his lidless eyes. You scream and fight harder, but his grip only grows tighter. "Stop.....fighting or I'll have the right mind to kill u right now," the man says in a deep angry voice. You nod and shake in his grip, "who are you....and where in Satan's name are my clothes," he says staring into you (Y/EC). You shake unable to find your voice, "ANSWER ME," the man yells. you flinch and tears prick your eyes, yelling always made you cry. The man sighed and softened his tone, loosening the grip on your arm, "I'm sorry...now please can I have my clothes." You answered staring into the mans cold gaze, "I found you on my back porch and u looked like you needed help, so I cleaned you up and I'm washing you blood stained clothes." The man nodded looking down at himself, "theses stitches and gaws you did this?" You nodded and he stared at you, "why?" You look at the mans pale face, "you needed help you could have bleed out." He sighs, "well....thanks." You nod and look up at him, "hey uh what's your name, and um why's your mouth cut like that?" He laughs a loud creepy laugh, "names Jeff.....Jeff The Killer....and this, why I've made myself beautiful." You cock your head to the side and Jeff tells his story.
