The Killer's Life (A Jeff the Killer Story)

Jeff the Killer.

Jeff stayed out for a long time. Long enough for us to strap him in a chair and secure his arms, just in case he woke up in a slashing mood again. Not long after we strapped him down, he started to stir. His eyes began moving crazily around and he struggled against his bonds. I smiled, watching him, and his eyes zoned in on me, as if he could feel when someone else smiled.

"You," he snarled. "I'll kill you!" He struggled harder, causing the chair to flip over.

"I think you'd rather listen to us." His glare got stronger. "You see, it's my job as the student to have to deal with the newcomers. I have to explain everything to you while Slender here decides what we'll do to you. I-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He growled and twisted his head to look up at me from the floor. "I don't understand anything you're seeing. Why did that white fuck without a face bring me here?  Let me go!"

"Not an option. Now, if you would shut up and listen, I'd be able to explain things to you."

"We could always show him the orientation film." EJ suggested from the sidelines.

"I have a feeling that will not do here. That film is only for my proxies. I will not take him on as my proxy."

A shock went through me. "What?"

Everyone, or at least nearly every CreepyPasta, was taught under Slender. The others were either dismissed-meaning we killed them-or were taught under a student of Slender. There was another teacher but almost no one was taught under him or no one wanted to be. The few who were taught by him hardly ever returned alive. Slenderman was one of the few who returned alive. Zalgo was probably the worst option. I would have rather die than go with Zalgo. Slender couldn't be thinking . . .

"He is too strong to be proxy. But, I will still teach him."

His words confused me. There was no way he could be too strong to be a proxy. I mean, I took him out with one hit.

"I don't understand. How is he too strong to be a proxy? I'm a proxy and I took him out with one hit." I protested.

"If you take someone by surprise, I'm sure you will be able to knock even the strongest person down."

I faltered. There was definitely a hidden insult in that.

"What are you two morons talking about? Someone let me go! I need to satisfy the feeling. It wants blood."

"Hush, boy." Slender waved his hand and he fell silent. "Time to listen up. Falin, would you take over?"

Still miffed about his earlier insult, I began talking. "As I was saying earlier, since I'm a proxy, I have to explain to you how everything works." The boy didn't say anything and turned his face so that he was looking away from me. "Glad you're finally staying quiet. Okay, to start off, the 'white fuck without a face' is our very own Slendy-"

"Slenderman. You can only call me that."

"I am Falin, you're everyday proxy who is still being tutored under Mr. Slendy here. This is EJ, he's cool."

"Eyeless Jack is his name."

"We are here to welcome you to the wonderful world of CreepyPastas. We're this . . . would you call us a group?"

"No."

"We're this group of killers who go around, well, killing. Slender here is like the Vice President of the group."

"The what?"

"We want to let you in our group. You seem creepy enough and judging by the bloodstains on your jacket, you are psycho enough. Remind me to wash that, it's filthy. Anyways, if you join-"