The•Angel [Jeff The Killer X Reader]

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[Jeff's POV]

I sighed. Another person. Dead. I smirked, licking a stray bit of blood from my knife. Honestly, this was getting a bit boring. They're all the same. The same looks of fear. The same scent of blood. The same dead, glazed over look in their eyes.

"Tch..."

     I threw my slightly bloodied knife into my pocket, feeling a bit of crusted blood on the pocket's inside. Nothing out of the ordinary. Opening the window of the room, I jumped out onto a strong looking tree branch. My tired eyes had deceived me, and the branch weakly snapped under my weight. I grunted as head smashed into concrete. The last thing I saw was a worried face a few feet away, then darkness completely took over.

[Your POV]

     I watched in worry as the person fell from a tree branch, and fell head-first onto the concrete below them. My breathing picked up just as theirs slowed down. We made eye contact for a split second before their eyes went dull.

Is he... Dead?!?

     I fell to my knees beside the-now defined as a- man, and checked his pulse. I stared at his face, which had a look that could only be described as something from -COUGH COUGH A PHOTOSHOPPED PICTURE COUGH COUGH- a pure nightmare. He was alive, but his eyes were open and dull. Then I realized he had no eyelids. The area surrounding his eyes looked burnt to a crisp, and starting at the corners of his lips twisted out a smile, cut into his flesh.

Who would've done that?!

     With a slight hesitation, I attempted to lift the heavy man. If I took this matter to the police, the asylum would clearly be this man's destiny. My house wasn't very far anyways, and carrying his body was only a bit of a struggle, which thankfully- due to the time of night- nobody had seen.

     Once I had placed the man onto my couch, I began tending his wounds. Using rubbing alcohol, I tried to clean the bleeding wound on his head, he gasped, jolting upwards and slamming his forehead into mine. I grunted and fell back, the back of my head smashing into the coffee (covfefe) table. He has assessed the scenario rather quickly, and as I tried to focus my sight after falling back, he pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a knife.

Is this my fate?

[Jeff's POV]

     I lunged at the strange girl, quickly plunging my knife into her chest. Was she... Smiling? Why? Did she really wish to die? I pulled the knife out, and plunged it again into her stomach. All of my frustration and confusion went into a final stab to her neck.

WHY IS SHE SMILING?!?

     As I pulled my knife from her neck, all of her breathing stopped. Her whole body was emotionless besides a soft, sweet smile.

[Chapter End]