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

~Chapter 10: Feelings

Chapter 10

Jeff P.O.V 

"Leave Amber alone!" I yelled as she fell to the ground. 

I lunged towards Slendy from behind, but he teleported out of the way. 

"FUCK!" I gasped, rushing to Amber's side. I collapsed on the ground next to her. "Jeff?" I heard. 

I looked up to see the man that caused this madness towards Amber. 

"Why did you do this to her? Is there a way to fix her?" I asked frantically. I only knew how Slendy killed his victims, not how to heal them. 

"Is this...her...?" Slendy asked. 

"Yes..." I sobbed. "Fix her...please..." I added. When Slendy wasn't doing anything, I yelled, "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" 

"Take her to the mansion." he said. I scooped her up, bridal style, and raced towards the mansion. 

On my way, I was thinking about her. I cleansed some of the blood off of her face, and put her hair out of her face, admiring it. This is how we would be, after our wedding...

Wait..

What? 

Shit, Jeff...having all of these emotions. Why was I even caring for her? Why was I actually feeling? Was I actually loving someone? This couldn't happen to me. This can't. happen. My mind whirled with decisions as I struggled to make up my mind on what to do to her. I must dispose of her somewhere...where she will wake up, hopefully get lost, and she shouldn't remember, I could ask Slendy to wipe her mind. But after all that I put him through...

I told him that I actually liked her...

But did I? 

Would dumping her somewhere take my mind off of her? 

It should. 

Locations popped into my head on where to put her. Do I fix her first? No. only Slendy could do that. 

I ran east, getting deeper into the woods, as I felt my blood lust rising. I laid her down next to a river, and drew my knife. 

I raised it next to me, poising to strike, blood pumping. I smelled her blood, she smelled delightful. This could be it. I could stop thinking about her. 

I could forget her, and go back to the killer Jeff. 

The cold-blooded Jeff. 

The killer I was meant to be. 

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and lunged. 

Thwack!

The knife was buried into the ground right next to her. 

I couldn't do it. I knew I couldn't. I couldn't kill her...

So I did the only thing that I could do at the moment. 

I kicked her into the stream, and ran. 

Not to Slendy's mansion. 

He couldn't help me. I don't think anyone could now.