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

~Chapter 4: Crush?

Chapter 4

Jeff P.O.V 

Damn it. 

I ran. 

Where? Oh yeah, right. 

I ran through the woods that were on school grounds to a random neighborhood that I didn't even know was there, my hood blowing off my head letting my hair fly out behind me. I pulled out my knife from my pocket and licked the rest of Amber's blood off of my knife. 

Damn that girl tasted good. 

Wait, what the fuck did I just think?! 

ARG! I stopped to punch a tree that was right beside me, hoping it would fall. To my disappointment, it didn't. It only caused me a headache. 

Something was all too familiar about that Amber girl. I could sense it, and she sensed it too. Her blue eyes burned holes into mine as she stared back at me as she relaxed. 

I mean, come on! Who wasn't afraid around me? People do everything BUT relax. I groaned and truged over to a house. 

I know I wasn't really supposed to kill during daylight, but whatever. 

I ran and found a window that was already open. Great. They are just inviting killers today, aren't they? 

I squeezed my way through it and landed softly on the other side. Peering around the house, all of the lights were off except for one. I scooted to the shadows in case the person saw me. 

As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out an outline of a man hunched over a desk down the hall, with the door open. Psh, he leaves his window open, and his door. How stupid can humans be this year? 

I pulled my hood over my head and slowly made my way down the hallway. 

The man was muttering something to himself and writing furiously on his paper. Too bad he wouldn't live to see his inventions or whatever the fuck he was making coming true. 

Sike. 

I never cared about anyone or anything. 

That's the way it is. 

That's the way it will always be. 

He lifted his head up to see me looming over him. I smiled wickedly as his mouth parted in a silent scream. 

"GO TO SLEEP" I said as I reached over to slice his neck. He scooted his chair back as I jumped over his desk, his papers scattering everywhere. 

I grabbed him and pinned him down, and stabbed him over and over again until there was a giant pool of blood underneath us. As I exited the house, I admired the blood spatters on the wall and the new ones on my hoodie. I climbed out the window and continued running. 

I stopped at the tree I punched by the school and sat down leaning on it, thinking. I noticed my thoughts kept drifting back to Amber. 

Fuck this. 

I climbed to the top of the tree and peered into the school. The room was empty. 

Ah, that's right. Lunch time. 

I climbed down the window and rounded the school to the cafeteria window. 

I saw Amber, siting by herself. I wondered who she wanted to kill. 

Karin? Oh yes. 

She wanted to kill her. I heard it when she yelled it. 

Yeah, I've watched her from time to time. Maybe all the time. I can't seem to decide on the perfect way to kill her. She loves her mom, killing her would break her, but it would be worth it to see her suffer. Her dad...eh. 

Seeing her sit there all by herself made me want to go over there and hold her. 

Wait, what. 

God what was I thinking? 

I needed to visit Slendy tonight, I think he knows what I am going through. 

I sighed and got up, running to the same neighborhood. 

***

I watched her as she wiggled underneath me, but I continued to carve the smile into her face. Blood poured down her face as she squirmed. 

I stared at her and she stared back, hopeless, as I watched the life drain slowly from her. 

Smiling I drove my knife into her stomach below her rib cage and twisted the knife as she screamed. 

Time to end this. 

"Just...Go to sleep." I said and stabbed her in the heart. 

The life faded from her eyes as I busted out the window and ran back to the school. 

I continued this maneuver for about five more houses. 

Fuck Amber. 

Fuck my life. 

I killed nearly eight people in the last three hours. 

The cops where going to be all over me. 

But they never caught me. Running back to the school grounds, thinking about Amber, I concealed my knife and let my hair fly behind me. 

Frack school was already over. 

They were dismissing by grade. 

Ninth Grade. Puny freshmen.

Tenth Grade. Ugly.

Eleventh grade. Boring. 

COME ON HURRY UP. 

Twelfth Grade. About time. 

Amber was one of the last people out of the building, and I took this as an advantage. 

I walked up to Amber and grabbed her by her wrist and smirked.