My friend

Jeff the Killer

*Mel pov*

    I walked back to my 'house'. A cardboard box. I picked it up and searched for a new place to live. I eventually found a quiet alleyway away from my previous home. I set down my cardboard 'home' and crawled inside to get a few hours of sleep before the sun came up.

    "YO BITCH!! WAKE UP!!!" Something hard kicked the box not long after I fell asleep. My box was kicked again. I grabbed my switch blade from my bag and jumped out to attack who ever was attacking me. It was Troy and Keith.

    "THE HELL GUYS!! I WAS SLEEPING!!" I yelled at them. The sun was staring to go down. That was a long nap.

    "You're in our territory, bitch. Normally you would be dead by now, but sense you are such a pretty bitch, I'll give you the option to join us, but there is a price you know." He pushed his fat hips away from his body a bit, but I got the message. I nearly gagged.

    "No. I work alone." I quickly grabbed my bag from my now destroyed home, with out breaking eye contact.

    "Wrong answer, bitch." Keith looked like he was about to run forward and grab me, but an evil sounding laugh stopped him in his tracks.

    "As much as I want to see my enemies kill each other, I can't let you do that because that's my job." Troy and Keith slowly turned around to stare at the speaker. I could barely see around Troy's fat but I could make out a familiar white hoodie. I pushed my way to the front of the group to see.

    Jeff. Jeff the Killer. My parents murderer. The reason I'm on the streets. The reason I look over my shoulder. The reason I don't have a family. The reason for my hate.

    "Troy, Keith, let's agree to disagree and KICK.HIS.ASS!!!" They nodded. Jeff laughed.

    "This will be fun. Not only do I get to kill my childhood bullies, but also the girl who survived." He charged pulling out a huge kitchen knife. Before we could do anything Jeff had already stabbed Keith and jumped on Troy. I kicked Jeff in the side. He fell off of Troy but got up with amazing speed and stabbed him in the chest.

    "That was too easy." He turned to me.

    "Now time to finish you off." He smiled his insane smile while licking blood off his knife. He jumped at me. I dodged causing him to lose his balance. I kicked his feet off from under him and he fell on his face. His knife fell out of his grip and landed a few feet away. I pinned his arms behind his back and sat on him. He struggled, but I was strong and held him down. I remembered something I use to do as a child. I pulled on the sleeves of his hoodie until I could tie his sleeves like a straight jacket around him and into a knot, almost impossible to get out of. I grabbed his hair and pulled back, putting my switch blade to his neck. He stopped squirming.

    "You killed my parents, you destroyed my life, you kept me from living a normal life, so tell me," I leaned in next to his ear, "how does it feel to have nothing." I knew this feeling well, it was the only thing I felt anymore. He stayed quiet.

    "For years you hunted me, FOR YEARS! I had nothing, I felt nothing!" I was basically screaming now. He was still silent.

    "So tell me, how does it feel to know that you are the reason why you have nothing. No matter what you do, no matter where you stay, you will always have nothing." I hissed. I pulled away my knife and bashed his head against the asphalt. Then I pulled him up by his hair and pushed him away from me. He turned and looked at me with a surprised expression.

    "No matter how much I want to kill you, I can't. I can not and Will not get down to your level. I would rather live with nothing, than live with guilt and hate." I did probably the dumbest thing I could have done at the time. I turned my back to him and put my switch blade in my back pocket. No sooner had I done that then I realized my mistake. I turned around just in time to be tackled by Jeff. He quickly slipped his sweatshirt of and held my hands down. I struggled under his weight.

    "GET OFF OF ME YOU JOKER REJECT." I yelled at him. He just smiled and reached for his knife. When he couldn't find it he looked around, and found it resting a few feet away.

    "shit." He whispered to him self, then he smiled.

    "If I can't kill you with my knife, then I'll kill you with yours." He flipped me over. AW HELL NO!! He turned around and sat his humongous ass on my upper back. HE IS NOT GOING TO TAKE MY SWITCH BLADE OUT OF MY BACK POCKET. I lay still as he slowly reached for my knife, letting his fingers drag against my back. Then in one quick movement I put my arms underneath me and pushed up. He almost fell off but he was catching on to my tricks and held on with his legs.

    "Not this time deere, not this time." He slid his hand into my back pocket, slowly pulling out my switch blade. I struggled the entire time. I heard the blade slide out. He turned back around and flipped me over, grabbing my hands before I could do anything. Pulling them over my head and using one hand to hold them in place. He took the knife and pressed the tip into the side of my mouth.

    "Why don't you smile?" He asked as he pushed the blade into my cheek, slowly carving a smile onto my face. When he finished he put the blade at my throat.

    "Now, go to SLEEP!" He slashed my throat and laughed his evil, crazy laugh. He raised his arm to stab me but something pushed him off of me.

    "Da fu-SHIT!" He ran away down the alleyway as fast as possible. I put my hand to my neck, blood was going everywhere. I turned my head to see who saved me. It was Slenderman. His tentacles were out and a black liquid was spilling out of his...mouth? I didn't know he had a mouth. He ran over to me and put one of his hands over the cut on my neck.

    "what are you doing here?" I asked feebly. He didn't answer. Instead he grabbed my discarded backpack and looked through it.

    "if you are looking for my bandages I used the last ones I had on you." He looked at me surprised. Then ripped off his jacket and shirt. The bandages were still wrapped around his chest. He ripped them off and wrapped them around my neck, I'm still losing allot of blood. Slenderman looks down into my face. That's the last thing I see before my vision goes dark.

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A/N

    Cliff hanger!! Even though you guys think you know what will happen, in the long run I will shock you beyond compare!!!!! *evil laugh*

Slenderman: What are you doing?

Me: It's for dramatic effect.

Slenderman: Ya Ya just get to writing, the readers what to know what happens!

Me: Fine! But i'll be as dramatic as I want!

Slenderman: *Rolls non-existent eyes*