Happily Murdered (a Jeff the Killer fanfic) (to be edited)

Chapter 3: Murder mishaps.

~~~Dans POV~~~

Jeff didn't visit me for quite a while. He kept his distance, but I could always feel him. On my way to school I'd see him out my window. I would see him following me all the time.

One day, I came up to my room to sleep but he was there.

'I have something to ask you Dan. It's something you will enjoy, trust me.' I knew this day was coming. I'm going to have to help Jeff kill someone. 'It's not that hard. They cry a lot and beg for their life but you will get use to it.'

''What do you mean 'Get use to it'?''

''What do you value more, 10 random strangers or your own life?'' Before I can answer he throws my coat at me and leads me outside. Jeff carefully climbs down the oak tree, then look up at me from the bottom.

''What are you waiting for?'' Jeff shouts up at me ''Climb down!'' I shake my head at him, backing away from the edge. if I fell I would die, and I don't want to die. not right now, at least. I cant... I cant...

Do it. The Voice commands me. I find myself unable to disagree, a hazy reason embedded into my mind. My arm reaches out and grabs an old, dying branch, then another. I find myself attempting to pull myself up, but my body is two weak. Just as I think I'm about to fall two strong, muscular hands grab me. I look up and see Jeff, along with a masked male, helping me up. I nod in thanks, then manoeuvre down the trunk, almost falling many times but being helped by the two males.

This is so wrong... I'm with a-a serial killer and his friend! They are taking me to kill someone!

When we get to the ground I sneak a look at Jeff, his muscular arms, his black hair, his cute blue eyes...

Dan, he kills people for a living. Don't look at him like that. The voice commands. I nod my head and I follow them into the woods.

I can hardly be seen, with my black clothing, but Jeff stands out. His white hoddie is basically luminous. He doesn't care, but if I'm seen with these.. These...

I almost scream in frustration. Why don't I just let them kill me? It would be so much easier...

Jeff stops suddenly and I crash into him. He turns around and glares at me, a low growl emitting from his mouth. I blush a little, angry at myself. The masked one pats Jeff on the back and we move along. I find myself smiling at where we are.

''She is having a party tonight, we should all get disguised and crash it.'' I whisper to Jeff as we look through the bushes.

''I have my scars and Jack has his mask, so we don't need anything.'' He looks over at who I just found out is called Jack, and Jack nods. ''Here, stand up. I need to see something.'' I carefully rise and hide behind a tree, waiting to see what Jeff has to show me.

"I do not want to see your dick." I say as soon as he is with me. He laughs and answers with "I don't want you to see it either."

He stands very close to me, his charcoal black hair brushing my cheeks. An air of insanity hovers around him, and it terrifies me. He moves his hands up and puts them besides my temples. He closes his eyes for a second, then opens them.

I hear Jack and Jeff gasp in shock, but I cant see them because a small amount of black mist has seemed to engulf me. It moves around my eyes and hair, some actually coming in contact and soaking it. I feel it starting to run through my veins, but then Jeff and jack waft it away and pull me deeper into the woods.

Jack and Jeff sit me down and then start to talk, but I can only catch the occasional word. I manage to hear part of a sentence, 'You know who had that last...' 'That wasn't my fault, Jane...'

I look down and start to see what I look like. A long, gothic, black and red dress has appeared. I look at my wrists and hands, seeing all my veins have turned midnight black. I gingerly touch my neck, feeling my Jugular vein. It now pops out of my skin, and I bet its black too.

A pair of huge, black, feathered wings erupt from my back, weighing me down. Finally I see Jack throw his hands up in the air and stomp over towards me.

''We are going inside.'' He commands. I listen, dumbfounded why he is so angry and who Jane is. I consider asking, but that might just make him angrier.

It takes less than 10 minutes to get inside. We slipped past the drunken crowds and I the dance floor. I knew that she would be there. I know things.

She spots me and instantly walks over, a sick smile creeping onto her face.

"So, decided to crash my party? Your costumes are terrible, who even likes Jeff The Killer?" Jeff's smile drops and I see his hand twitch. He calmly walks over to her, and I can hear him whispering.

"Now listen you dumb bitch, Jeff the Killer is very real. He is also talking to you right now, and I advise you don't insult me." He leans back and smiles at her, then I see his hand go for his hoodie pocket.

Before his cold, shaking hands can grab his knife, two ruthless jocks grab his arm. They pull him out of my sight. I look back at her and see that she is smiling. Jack apperes at my side, with his own knife in hand.

"Let him go you dumb bitch." He grabs her arm and drags her in close, his knife tapping her neck. "Ha ha... I have a better idea. You are coming with me." H pulls her outside and most likely into the woods.

Leaving me alone in a house full of people who hate me.

I look around at all the snarling faces. What have I ever done to make them all hate me this much? What could I have ever done?

Someone pulls me into a room, alone, icolated, for the rest of the night. I feel like crying out for help, but I know that it will do no good. They have already proven they have no feelings for me. They don't care if I live or die.

"We have something to show you darling." One of the disgusting jocks spits at me as he drags me to my feet. I oblige, knowing that they will get me out of here anyway.

He takes me to the main room and shows me what they have done to jeff.