"Are you sure a shortcut through the woods is a good idea?" I ask nervously.
"Oh, we'll be fine. You've been reading too much Creepypasta," Stevan says. My arm draped around his shoulder was starting to fall asleep.
"There's no such thing as too much Creepypasta," I say, taking my arm of his shoulder. I clutch my side and limp next to him.
Stevan laughs. We chit-chat as we walk down the path. Suddenly, we come across two dead policemen's dead bodies. They're lips were slit up their cheeks and their guts were spilled over the ground. The smell was horrendous. I took one sniff and began to throw up. Stevan pulled my hair back and I threw up everything I had eaten today. I cough a couple times and stand back upright.
"You okay?" Stevan asks.
"Well everything hurts and I just puked my guts out. Everything is perfect!" I say sarcastically. He laughs. "I'm so glad my suffering makes you laugh."
Someone elses laugh behind us scared the living you-know-what out of me. I turn around to see the man himself, Jeff the Killer.
"Oh my gosh..." I mutter.
"Isn't it funny how when we suffer, someone one is always there to laugh," he says, pulling a knife out of his pocket.
Somehow, I remain totally calm. I can't find the slightest bit of fear inside me. I wish I could say the same for Stevan. I felt every muscle in him tense and he was even shaking a little bit.
"What do you want?" I ask in a calm, nonrude tone.
Jeff walks up to me and puts his leathery hand on my cheek and mutters, "So beautiful..."
I turn my head away the slightest bit, afraid of getting my face slit. Jeff turns his head sideways.
"Why are you afraid? Don't you trust me?" He asks in a tone that sounded like he cared whether or not I trusted him. Yeah right. How could I trust a killer? I can't. I just look into his dark eyes with an expressionless face. Jeff frowns and backs away from me. I felt fear beginning to creep inside of me.
I was just face to face with Jeff the Killer... I think. Jeff looks Stevan in the eye. I hear him taking shaky breaths. I glance up at Stevan, who is only a few inches taller than me. I'm not short, he's just really tall.
Jeff holds his knife in Stevens mouth and threatens to pull it up his cheek. I hold back the tears as best as I can. Jeff swiftly pulls the knife up the sides of both of his lips and his neck in the blink of an eye. "Go to sleep, Stevan," Jeff says quietly in Steven's ear, but he made sure I could hear him. I scream as Jeff runs off, glancing at me one last time before he disappears in the trees.
I rush over to Stevan.
"No no no no no no no no!" I say getting louder by the word.
"Shh shh shhh," Stevan says, pushing my hair behind my ear. "It's okay." Okay?! How can he be okay?
"No. No." I studder, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Carla..." He starts to cough blood. I hold him, letting the tears flow. Stevan pulls himself up to whisper in my ear, but couldn't get the words out. I hear his voice crack. And then his body goes limp.
***Yay for killing off a character two chapters in!!! XD Anyways, yeah. Steven's gone, but we'll hear from him again, dont worry >:) ***
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BlueBird •A Jeff The Killer Fanfic•
FanfictionCarla wasn't always normal. She's been slipping through reality's fingertips since the day she was born. Can anyone stop her before she's too far gone?
