Through the Eyes of a KIller

Chapter 8

Jeff: And just who the hell are you?

Toby: Ticci To-to-toby… and you?

Jeff: Jeff… Jeff the Killer.

Toby: And just who are y-you sweety? *Winks at Ren*

Ren: …

Me: Alright you three, back to the story. And you *points at Toby*, back down… now.

Chapter 8

Jeff’s POV

I ran to the boy and helped him stand. Helping him over to the couch I realized he was a killer just like me. At his sides were two bloody hatchets, one looked old and rusty while the other looked new and glossy. On his face was a muzzle like piece covering his mouth and yellow tinted ski goggles. Blood spewed from the mouth piece accompanied by a blood curtailing cough from the boy.

“Get out, everybody OUT,” Slender Man ordered forming his tentacles in warning! I grabbed Ren’s arm and led her out of the room and into the bedroom. She looked shocked, almost scared out of her mind.

“Hey, don’t worry, Toby will be fine,” I said reassuringly hugging her tightly. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even breath.

“I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about Slender; if you had felt what I did when he told us to get out you would be to,” she explained. I cocked by head at her words, slightly confused. “Slender wasn’t just shocked, he was heartbroken! Jeff I think Slender Man is in love with that boy,” she exclaimed! I look her in the eyes, searching for any sign of doubt; but to no avail. She was completely sure she was right, and I couldn’t argue with her.

“Look Love, let’s forget about him for now and have a good Christmas. Soooo… have you thought about what I asked,” I asked hopefully? She sighed.

“Yes Jeff… but… I… I just… can… can’t take on… that type of… responsibility; I’m sorry,” she said quietly. He words stung, I couldn’t respond. I was in shock. How could she not want to, my mind raced? How could this be? How could she? Why would she not want to? Does… does she not love me, I thought? “Je… Jeff?” I shook my head, and looked away from her. “I’m sorry”-

“Go,” I ordered.

“Wha…  what,” she asked in shock?

Ren’s POV

What did he say, I thought in shock?

“I said go… so go,” he repeated. My heart snapped. He wants me to leave; why…, I thought?

“Wh… why,” I asked as tears began to gather in my eyes.

“I SAID GO! I DON’T NEED A REASON!” He takes out his knife and throws it at the wall behind me. I feel liquid running down my cheek and reach up. I look, and my finger is covered in the dark red liquid known only as blood. My mind went blank, my feet moved by themselves. I ran out the door, down the stairs, through the living room, and out the door. I leaned against the door and slid down it, covering my face with my hands. He cut me… he hurt me… he told me to leave… then I will, I thought angrily. I stood, dried my tears and took off into the night never looking back, never thinking about him. I ran for miles, for hours, for days it felt. My feet felt like I had been running on broken glass but I never stopped, I still heard his voice echoing in my mind; GO GET OUT; it hurt, it stung, it burned. I kept running, not caring where I ended up; I was once again a homeless wisp in the wind. I wanted to teach him, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to kill him. I stopped running, there I was in the exact place I had first found him. I was at my old home, it was faded and empty. Dust hung on the window panes and doorstep. I stepped on the creaky wood of the dusty door step and twisted the doorknob. I looked around, dust hung on every painting, every piece of furniture, every light. Blood still spattered on the wall where I had died looked fresh even to this day. Not looking at the clock I walked down the long white hallway and into the master bedroom. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I remembered my old family. The sheets hadn’t even been touched since that day and the mirror still glimmered in the pale moonlight. I suddenly feel extremely tired and flop onto the water bed; tears still clinging to my face. I slept, no warmth, no covers, only the cool night air caressing my clothed body. I awoke the next morning to the chirping of birds. I looked around, the window was open completely and birds had flown into the room. I quickly shoo the birds out of the window and shut it latching the locks.

“Who could have opened that,” I asked the air?

“Just little ol’ me,” I hear a female voice behind me. I whip around to see a teenage girl about my age leaning on the large door frame. Her hair was dark as night just like mine and her skin was white as snow. Just like mine, who is this chick, I thought? The girl chuckled and turned to me. I gasp, realizing this girl was like me in more than just looks. Her eyes were pure black and her lips were black as tar. “You seem surprised… what are the odds of yet another demon girl running around in the same town? Crazy right?”

“Who are you…,” I ask uncertainly? She smiles showing me her pearly white teeth.

“Names Jane… Jane the Killer; and I think you know just who I want to kill…,” she explains. The name hit a raw nerve and I gasp.

“Jeff told me about you… you’re trying to kill… him because he… did the same thing to… you as he did… to me,” I stutter. She makes a fake pouty face and walks over to me.

“Yes, poor Jane, and poor little Ren… or should I call you Diana,” she asks devilishly? I shake my head at her question.

“Diana died 5 months ago; my new name is Siren’s Scream. What do you want with me,” I ask as I sit on the water bed? She chuckles and takes a seat next to me.

“I just want your help… in killing Jeff.”

“What is the catch?”

“No catch, only blood.

“Why should I help you?”

“Because he hurt you… so you wanna get him back. So… do we have a deal?”

“Yes… we do.”