Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 3: Dissapeared

Chapter Three 

Amber P.O.V

His long, black stringy hair covered part of his snow white face. He looked up with a wicked grin, but it only made his face look more horrid to most people. He had two cuts running from each corner of his mouth up to his ears, making a larger grin. His eyelids were burned black, perhaps too much eyeliner. 

What? 

But it didn't seem like eyeliner though. It was more like a burned-black kinda deal. Too bad, too sad Amber. 

But he didn't look all that bad. He actually looked kinda mysterious, cute and unknown, as if you wanted to get him to know you some more. 

But the name Jeff sounded all too familiar. I couldn't put a finger on it. Come on, Amber, stay focused. Ask him what he likes to do, yadda, yadda. 

 "Well...hey." I said, smiling, trying to be nice. 

He grunted. "Stop being so happy. I know I'm ugly, so go on, laugh, make fun, I will just end up killing you anyways." 

Wait, what? "No, no, I--" 

"Why do you want to sit beside me?" he demanded. 

I sighed. "You know...Karin...and I would like a new friend." 

"I thought you were used to be so alone." he smirked. 

What. The. Fudge. How does he know me? I feel like I have met him before, like we have been friends for some while, or something. 

"I do...at times. You know like when sometimes you just want to kill someone, and other times you just want to be friends with them, but they hate you or something like that. Or maybe when you just want to love someone, but they don't love you back or you used to love them and they left you..." I trailed off and realized my hands were in fists. I swallowed and relaxed them. 

Jeff perked up when he heard the word "kil". "Hmm..." he said. 

There was an awkward silence so I decided to ask a random question. 

"So uh...what do you like to do?" I asked. 

He stiffened again, and pulled out a long knife from his pocket. I wondered how he even fit that thing in there. 

"You get caught with that, your screwed." I warned him. Was he going to kill me? He seemed a little weird at first, but now, he seemed like he wanted to kill everyone. 

He smirked and brung on of his hands up to my mouth, covering it. His hands were leathery like and kind of cold, and the other hand brought the knife up to my neck. I swallowed as he trailed the knife down my cut from last night, where it cut open again. 

"I see you have a battle scar..." he said. I tried to nod but his hand held me in place. 

"I wonder how you got it." he said. Yeah, I wonder the same thing. 

"Wasn't Ben, he doesn't do it that way." he said, mock-thinking. Ben? Who? What way? 

"Might have been Jack...no, I know who it was." he said, a wicked smile growing on his face. 

He leaned forwards and whispered in my ear, "It was me."

My body shivered. It was the same voice that whispered, "go to sleep". Okay, my mind was playing tricks on me or something. Jeff pressed the knife into my throat hard. I tried to remain calm and breathe. 

"Just GO TO SLEEP!" he said. I tensed, waiting for something to happen, and I looked up at Jeff. He was frozen in his spot, his knife still in my neck, doing nothing, just staring his dark eyes into mine. I stared back, and it was as if I was being drug into a black hole. He held me there, and I relaxed. 

He shuddered and pushed me up against the seat, and tried to repeat himself. I tensed up again. 

"GO TO SLEEP!" he yelled. No one in the bus was paying attention though. 

Instead of slicing my throat, he let the blade fall slowly to where it cut through my shirt by my shoulder, making me wince in pain, but I didn't cry out, my mouth parted in astonishment. I blinked back tears as we watched the blood fall from my new wound. 

I looked at Jeff and he was frowning, as if he was disappointed in himself. 

"Fuck." is all Jeff said as he licked his knife and put it back in his pocket as the bus skidded to a stop, squealing. 

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

What the fudgewits just happened?! 

Billions of thoughts tried to process in my head, and the result was a headache for me. 

I noticed he didn't have any belongings with him, and he just stood up and got off the bus. 

I exhaled in relief as he got off the bus.

If he was going to kill me, why hadn't he done it then and there? I stared at the back of my seat in front of me and sighed.

"Amber!" the bus driver said as I nearly flew up out of my seat.

"Sorry." I whispered as I exited the bus.  

Jeff was on my mind for the rest of the say and I couldn't focus in class, and I couldn't even eat lunch properly. What a waste of $3.50. 

But I didn't see Jeff at school. 

He just...disappeared. 

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Sorry the chappies are so short :P 

I will lengthen them as I go so don't flip the flip out .-.