When It Rains Blood (Jeff The Killer Horror, Romance)

Beauty Of A Fighter. Chapter Fourteen.

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Chapter Fourteen

Beauty Of A Fighter.

?????????? P.O.V.

She hit him again. Square in the chest this time, knocked his mask clean off. She learns fast for a human girl. Either that or Jack has lost his touch, he may need replacing soon...

I stood in the darkest corner possible on the other side of the bathroom next to the stalls of toilets, and watched the fight. Jack of course knew I was here, though if the girl knew I was here I could not tell. She was very good at hiding things that's for sure.

“Had enough yet?” She taunted him as he stood slowly.

“I'm just getting started.” He grinned, blood seeping into his smile. She was still weak from her injuries, so she couldn't do much to him.

Jack let out a low growl as they circled each other. Stupid girl, she won't have a clue what hit her. One of Jack's most treasured abilities was his speed and grace. Those two together is a nightmare for anyone without training.

“Come on, come at me.” She taunted again, her eyes wild with excitement and anger. It was so much fun to watch someone slowly slip into insanity without even realizing it. Even to me now, I know she is losing it, she wont be able to take much more of this. The strong ones always fall the hardest.

Jack screamed out and in moments grabbed her neck, pinning her to the wall behind her. He let out a crazed laugh. “Isn't this how we first met Lightning? Me pinning you to the wall just like I am now. Except then I didn’t like you,”

This rose my interest immediately. Jack you aren’t in love with that thing are you? I almost laughed. He does need replacing.

“Sorry, I don’t date, desperate murderers.” she spat in his face. Making him laugh. “You honestly think I want you as my girlfriend?” He laughed again. “Sorry, I don’t date freaks like you.” he dropped her to the floor, making his way to the bodies.

Maybe he doesn’t need replacing, but either way that girl has to go. She is causing to much of a problem for our killings. Though she is fun to have around, she makes this all a challenge, but her presents here has caused to many problems as is.

“Stay away from them!” she screamed, catching my attention. She had jumped off the ground and dived for Jack's tool belt, ripping out a rather sharp object.

Oh this should be fun.

She threw the object without even looking at him and by the time he had heard it whistling through the air it was to late to move. It sunk into his left shoulder just above his heart. He stood there for a moment before slowly lifting his right arm to remove it from his shoulder. You're damn lucky she aimed higher than anticipated.

The look in her eye had changed now. There was a sparkle in her bright blue eyes that I had not seen before in her. Surprise, she was surprised...no...that isn't it. I looked deeper. Those eyes...tell me your secrets.

She closed her eyes and stood, limping slightly she walked behind Jack and removed what now I see was a scalpel from his shoulder.

What was she doing? I asked myself as she started pulling Jack toward one of the sinks No, she isn’t doing what I think she is doing, is she?

She sat him on one of the sinks and pulled his black hoodie off, followed by his black shirt underneath. He didn’t move or show any sign of objection or gratitude. His back bled, but he showed no sign of pain.

Moving swiftly she dashed to one of the closets and pulled out two white rags, a bottle of alcohol and a first-aid kit. After that she ran one of the cloths under water and cleaned his bleeding wound.

With careful hands she cleaned the wound and opened the kit she had placed on the floor beside her.

I cocked my head to the side when I saw her eyes this time. They were practically dead. They showed no emotion whatsoever. As she pulled out a needle to stitch the wound her eyes didn’t change for a moment, not a flicker of emotion. What's going on in your head little one?

What really threw me off was when I did see emotion in her. She had just finished stitching him up and applied the alcohol without telling him. He stiffened in pain, and her eyes lit up with worry. I didn’t like seeing that emotion in her. It made me angry, but not just at her, but at him too.

I shook the feeling away and focused on her. She wouldn’t let Jack move, when he tried to she would just yank him back down. “God, let me go. I have suffered worse I will be fine.” he tried to stand again but she just yanked him back down.

Something was off...something wasn't right. What was wrong with her? I started going off a list of things that just weren't right about her right now.

Her eyes still lacked any emotion whatsoever, she hasn't said a word since before she stuck a scalpel in Jack's shoulder and she seemed...dead. It was like she was just going through the paces of life, as if this were a normal thing she did everyday.

“Listen, you should go, it's late and Slendy is out,” He sure is, and he is watching you right now. “I will deal with the bodies, you go get some sleep.” She looked down at her hands for a moment and clenched them into fists.

“I was just replaying a debt I owed you for stitching me up. Next time I will kill you.” Her voice cracked, but it was still strong. She stood and walked toward the entrance...and toward me, speaking in a soft voice over her shoulder. “And for each kidney you take the more painful it will be.” she laughed.

Has she finally lost it? She sure sounds like she has. She grew closer and closer to me until she reached the exit and stopped. The moonlight shining through the entrance made her hair shine blue. But she wasn’t looking at the moon, she was looking straight at me with that dead look. She knew I was watching her every move.

She pulled something out of her back pocket and threw it at me. It bounced off the wall behind me and landed at my feet. I didn’t have to look at it to know it was the scalpel though. The look in her eyes had changed again. They were filled with determination and arrogance.

She walked out leaving that last look to burn in my mind. I waited just a few moments before I bent over and picked up the surgical knife.

I laughed as I realized something...she aimed high on purpose.

End Of Chapter Fourteen

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