Becoming a Creepypasta

Chapter 10- Your training begins...

This chapter shall have murder, but you were waiting for that, weren't you? ;)

"Woooooolf!"

A hand shakes me awake violently.

"Gaaaaaah!!!" I tumble out of my bed, landing on Rowan, who growls and snaps at me, 'Watch it!'

I get up and turn to see Ben standing in my doorway, arms crossed.

"Jeff wants to see you outside. Come with me."

I cautiously follow him, knowing that he doesn't want me here as a Creepypasta.

He leads me out into the woods silently.

"Ben." I stop him. He turns.

"Why did you attack my family that night?" I asked, knowing that outright killing isn't really his style.

He stares at me for the longest time before looking away again.

"I'll explain at some point. Jeff should meet you around here. Good luck." He turns and walks off, seeming lost in thought.

Maybe he's not as bad as he seems...

'Coming up from your right' Luna warns. I turn just in time to see Jeff darting at me, knife raised. I duck away and slide out my claws, slicing his leg a bit in the process.

He growls and tries to stab me again, but I block it with my claws, realizing that my backpack is sitting by a tree nearby. My axe is in it. I shoved Jeff away and ran to it, pulling out the axe and sheathing my claws.

It's a bit heavy, but manageable. Jeff leaps onto me and puts his blade to my neck, slowly cutting into it. I slam the face of my weapon into his head and he stumbles back. I pounce onto him and sit on his stomach as he did to me earlier. I press the blade to his neck.

He laughs.

"Well done, Wolf."

"Pfffffh. I should have known this was a test."

I roll off of him and stand up.

"That was pretty good, for your first fight,"

He comes over.

"...But you never should have let me pin you down. Someone who actually wanted to kill you would have then and there."

"Okay. Cool."

"Hadn't expected your training to start so soon, little proxy?" He chuckles.

I shrugged.

"Better and more hands-on than school, eh?"

"And regrettably more fun, too." I smirk.

"Haha. Good."

We spend the rest of the day training. I learn stances, positions, blocks, attacks, how to shoot a gun, how NOT to shoot a gun, and basically everything I need to know for killing.

"Alright. Let's head back." He suggests, looking at the sky.

"It's about to rain." I notice.

"Great! Makes things easier!" he says cryptically.

I shrug and follow him back to the mansion. We sit on the couch and turn on the news.

".......yet another violent murder with an axe, nobody knows who it is or why they're killing all these people..."

Jeff changes the channel.

"Who do you think that was?"

"Ticci Toby."