Ben and Jeff

Chapter 2

I turned around, looking in every direction I could. Why was there blood on a random tree in the middle of the forest? With no warning I felt a sharp and cold object quickly shoved against my throat, a tall figure trapping me in place from behind. "Go to sleep." The figure whispered, his lips so close to my ear, feeling his cold breathe. Shivers and fright shot down my spine, I was silent. "What the fuck.." I could only whisper to myself. 

I mustered up all the strength I could, backward punching the figures junk as hard as possible sending them flying back. I turned around taking in the frightening sight. There on the ground was a boy, skin as white as paper, hair as black as soot and a smile so frightening I almost screamed. I didn't waste a second, I ran at him tackling the knife away from him. We both stood up as if we were in a stand off. And then his eye flickered behind me, he winked before jumping behind a tree. Confusion flooded me. 

I spun around for what felt like the millionth time that day and there through the woods walked a trio of girls I did not want to see.

"Y/N what a disappointing surprise." Tina, the ringleader laughed. I shoved the knife in my trouser lining just about hiding it. The other two girls laughed along, looking at me with their beady eyes. "What do you want?" I asked, keeping my eyes low and my volume low. "I want you to kill yourself." She responded, triggering yet another round of annoying laughs. The anger began to rise again, my face becoming red. "The world would be so much better, so much prettier. Nobody would even notice, you are a nobody." Tina inched closer to me, almost shouting at that point. "Shut up." I whimpered pathetically. Their awful cackles came yet again and my heart swelled in embarrassment and pain. Tina physically attacked me. Her fist came into contact with my ribs and I flew back winded. I gasped for air, holding my stomach tight. Fear rushed through me as she came at me again. 

My hand rushed for the knife attached to me via my trousers. Within seconds the knife was in her chest, and the laughing was gone. It was replaced by a piercing scream. 

What have I done? I looked at the two girls who stood there shaking, tears streaming down their faces as they stared down at their dying friend. I could't let them get away so I lunged at them, stabbing each girl in the chest. As they fell, gurgling my anger flooded my judgement. I brought the knife down over and over, into their backs, their skulls, their necks. Blood pooled all around, soaking me and the leaves scattered upon the forest floor. Tina deserved this. I repeat it, in my head out loud, in my head, out loud. Over and over as my attack moved back to her dying body. 

After what feels like hours I fall to my knees, exhausted. 

"I, for one did not expect that!" A voice echoed behind me. It all came back to me, I had been so worked up I had completely forgotten the creepy person hidden behind a tree. I looked up, my eyes dull but crazed. "What even are you?" The fear I once held had faded, replaced by the high of the kill. He crouched down, getting on my level. "I am Jeff the killer! And you are Y/N." The mysterious stranger joyfully explained. I found myself laughing, laughing at a time like that. The smile on his face certainly dropped. 

"That is what you call yourself?" I asked him, unable to stop my giggling. A pink hue covered his pale cheeks. This weirdo was about to kill me half an hour ago. "I do in fact call myself that, thank you very much." He extended his hand out, expecting his weapon back. I didn't hesitate, I gave it back and stood up slowly. The atmosphere didn't feel sinister, bearing in mind the dead bodies littered around me. I found myself looking at them, lost for what to do. "I can take care of them, no worries at all." Jeff spoke, that smile back on his face. I couldn't bring myself to thank him, so many different emotions ran through my bones. I was worried because out of every single emotion I was feeling, the evil in me excited me the most. 

The next few hours were a blur, I walked home alone. Arriving as the dark began to creep in. My mother was on the sofa sprawled out, still drunk. Bottles littered the floor, some seeping left over alcohol into the floor boards. No sign of my father, confirming my worst nightmare. He is upstairs and waiting for me.