Project Of The Damned ( Jeff The Killer X Reader )

Hiding in the dark

You pitch a tent near one of the sighting locations listed online, that location being the old home of Jeffery Woods. The now young adult accused of causing the murders. Your heart pounds in your chest and beats loudly in your ears. What if you saw something? What if the killer came? Only time would tell. You sit back into your quilt and re light the now dim lantern, cuddling your toy fox you brought with you for protection. It made you feel safe, like it kept the demons away. Your eyes begin to close slowly, the heat from the lamp making you tired, even in the cold wind. Fighting the feeling was futile as you eventually fell asleep, leaning against the pole of the tent. The cold metal laying on your bare skin, sending a shiver up your spine even as you slept soundly. Nothing could brake you from your sleep, not a movement, not a sound. Your slumber felt like minuets when it had in fact been hours, noticing stars in the sky as you slowly open your eyes. You were awoken by a loud noise, loud enough to wake the dead. It was police sirens from across the road. You could see the flashing lights in the distance and lean forward, wanting to get a better look. Your nerves flared up again, sweat falling onto your ( F\C ) sweater. Was it coincidence that something had happened tonight? Maybe fate? You had no idea and was soon distracted by a loud rustling in the distance behind you. You stumble trying to stand, your hands becoming clammy and still holding the toy fox tightly. You stutter and talk into the pitch blackness.

" Hello? Who's there?" You hear a light chuckle, menacing and evil. It set you on edge, causing you to stand back slightly, stumbling over a nearby log. You watch as someone approaches you. White shining through the black, ripped jeans like they had never been washed. You sigh with relief, realising it to be the student from university. Dusting yourself off you patt your chest, trying to calm your nerves and steady your heart which was threatening the break through your ribcage.

" Don't scare me like that " The hooded man gives no response, suddenly going quiet and filling the air with unwanted tension. You snigger and take the dirty, white hood from upon the boy's head. You reel back from what you see. His skin was pure white, shoulder length jet black hair and eyes that could only belong to a madman. They never blinked. That wasn't the only thing odd about him. Something made your blood run cold, fear overtaking all other emotion it was ever possible to feel. His smile was jagged, having been crudely cut into his cheeks with a knife. Blood poured down his cheeks, thick and black. You try to run, feeling a hard grip on your shoulder. You shake upon seeing a knife in the man's pocket and struggle more to get away, the cold metal being placed up to your neck and into your skin.

" Shhh. Keep quiet will ya. If the cops find us I will dice ya? Get me? " You nod slowly and let yourself be taken away with the strange figure. Nothing with you but your fox, which didn't keep this demon away.Your research and belongings were left behind and the only traces of you were your tears on the ground as the killer dragged you away, silently.