Phoenix The Killer [On Hold]

chapter two

Phoenix's​ P.O.V

5:30 and I've done most of my homework while also tending to my bruises. Just needed some concealer so my mom didn't see. She would have a shit fit. Really don't need that right now. I've gone through like ten different songs and three subjects worth of homework. I think it's been like half an hour.

But throughout the whole time, I've had this. . . Strange feeling. Like I'm being watched. Not the first time I've felt like this. Been like this for about three days now. When I sleep, eat, or do anything. Not that I'm scared, it's just a weird thing. I do my best to ignore it. Sometimes it's like it's not even there.

My parents still aren't home yet, but does it look like that bothers me? Nope because I couldn't care less even if I tried. But I did make some dinner for myself. Just a grilled cheese and some water. Nothing gourmet.

I brought my plate of food to the coffee table and sat down on the beige couch, continuing my homework. As the song September​ played. But of course the Jeff the Killer slide show played. I'll never not love it. I love creepypasta and Jeff is my favourite. But I didn't pay much attention to the video or music, just my homework.

“This is actually really boring.” I suddenly said, throwing down the paper and mechanical pencil in my hands. My brain suddenly felt like exploding. “I need to like run around or something. This is too boring.” I grunted, squeezing my temples. I stood up and headed to the backyard. The sun behind the clouds, I ran laps in a circle around the fence.

After about ten minutes I decided to go back to my homework. I walked huffing a little with a few pants here and there. I entered my house through the back sliding door that was plastered in work notes from my dad's work. He's like an accountant or something. I'm not sure, all I know is he works in an office. Really quite boring. But just like my parents, I don't pay attention to them.

I headed back to the living room, ignoring everything around me because I was alone. Therefore nothing has changed. This evening has been so uneventful. “Screw this.” I said and went to the kitchen. I know that my dad has a secret stash of junk food somewhere in the kitchen. My mom doesn't know and my dad doesn't know that I know. And because I have no love for my parents, I'm going to eat his junk food, his precious junk food.

I sauntered over with almost a animalistic demeanour to myself; to the back counter. In the very back behind some cereal was the bag of Doritos and Skittles. Not sure what came over me on the walk here. Not that it mattered, I'm no danger to anyone. . . Yet.

Jeff The Killer's P.O.V

Oh my God. I've been here for like ever and all the kid's done is do homework and eat junk food. I know I said I'm very patient, but this kid is so boring.

Of course Slendy just had to pick a boring ass human for me to kill

I rolled my eyes, twirling my knife. I was sitting in the tree outside the kitchen window, being shrouded by black and shadows keep my location hidden. Should I just engage the redhead now? No that's for tonight​. I can wait.

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It was finally midnight, and all the residents of the house were asleep. Now's my chance I thought grinning madly. I climbed the house to the redhead's bedroom silently. I unlocked her window earlier today when no one was home just for this occasion. I lifted the window up slowly before creeping into her room.

Oh my God this kid is so boring, there's nothing in her room

I thought looking around, no posters or pictures or even furniture. Just a bed, dresser and desk. That was it. What is wrong with this kid?! I thought before going near my sleeping victim.

Her arm was exposed to me and I didn't fight the urge to cut her. I took my blade and cut a nice clean cut down her forearm. The blood oozing out was definitely a nice sight. My victim's blood a nice shade of crimson. Oh man I'm going to have fun killing this kid.

As I was watching the cut, I realised that my victim wasn't moving or responding to the wound I gave. “Huh?” I leaned in closer, towards the cut to get a better look. I definitely cut the girl, but no reaction. She isn't even moving or twitching or nothing I thought confused. Why do I feel like experimenting? I thought gaining a wicked grin.

Maybe I'll wait a bit and watch this kid for a bit longer. “Hehe, this is your lucky day, kid.” I whispered softly. I licked the blood from my knife, relishing in the taste. I'm so goddamn weird I thought realising what I just did. I rolled my eyes at myself before leaving the house silently.

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Phoenix's P.O.V

I woke up, with a soaking kind of feeling. I looked around my bed and sheets to see blood. A lot of blood. Huh? I thought getting out of bed.

I decided that I needed to get rid of this before my mom had a freak out. I grabbed all my sheets and blankets and bunched them up in my arms. All the blood was dry, meaning nothing got on me. That's good. I headed out of my room quietly, not to attract attention from my parents. I got to the washing machine and I opened the lid. “Oh, I have to go to school soon.” I suddenly said right after I dropped my bedding in. I bent down and grabbed the jug of bleach and poured a ton in. I was about to ruin my bedding.

As I was leaving, my dad walked in with a coffee mug in his hand. “Hey, Maddox.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides. I turned to him quickly almost like a deer caught in the headlights. My dad lost his smile. “What's wrong Maddox?” He asked, slightly concerned but more worried I did something. I recollected myself and pulled a stoic expression. “Nothing, Dad.” I said seriously. “Just laundry.”