Jeff (a Creepypasta FanFic)

Chapter 6

Jeff held his knife up, ready to fight and kill me. Of course, I am gonna die, even I know that. But even if I have a chance to land a blow at him and make him bleed, I will surely do it.

"Oh no, not this, we don't need this, do we?" He asked and put his blade down, "Favour's on you, then maybe I'll just punch you to death."

I chuckled and ran forward and made my bat swing. Jeff ducked under it and threw a punch at me. It hit me in the chin and I groaned. I kicked him on his chest and he flinched, giving me enough time to swing my bat again and hit him on the face. He fell down and spat blood.

"Fuck, I don't know why I'm telling this, but I am starting to enjoy this fight." He chuckled, "At least you are not one of those, who begs for his life, but fights for it."

I grin at him and swing my bat again, it him in the leg and he screamed. He got up and punched me in the stomach and I flinched. He kicked me again in the torso and I fell on the bed, my bat fell on the floor and rolled away. Great, now I have nothing. He jumped on me and punched me in the face, hard.

I pushed him and he got away from me. I grab my pillow and I threw it at his face. He removed it and just then, I ran and punched him in the nose.

Blood was literally all over his face. Mine's too, maybe. "Why don't you just use your damn knife?" I asked, out of curiosity.

"Didn't I tell you I'm not using it?" He answered. Oh yeah, finally, someone who stays true to his words.

He grabbed a scissor from my study table and stabbed me in the arm, close to the place where the mark was. I groaned and took it out and and then I stab him in the palm. He screamed and did a 'This is Sparta' kick at me. I fall into my bed again. This time, probably for the last time.

He looked around my room, looking for something he could use as a weapon, obviously. He takes a cutter from my table and comes at me. Oh shit, maybe he's gonna kill me, not with a knife, but with a paper cutter.

"Why are you trying to kill me with my own things?" I asked.

"I can't use my knife, forgot?" He asked back, "Go to sleep, bitch."

"Oh, shit...." I mutter.

He looked at the place where he stabbed me with the scissor and stared at it with awe and shock. "Goddammit!!" He cried out.

"What happend?" I ask, "Is it my scar? Its been there from my birth. I don't know what it is."

"You're the fuckin' proxy...." He muttered, "Its a male this time."

He looked up to see me, "Why didn't you say so before? I could've saved all the pain!!"

I get up from the bed and ask him, "What do you mean?"

He looked at me as if there was no other option left, "Sorry, bruh, but I'm gonna have to do this..."

Then he punched me right in the face, causing me to black out.

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