His Sister? A Creepypasta Fanfiction

Your Not Normal!

Jeff's POV: I can't believe this girl, she knows I've been stalking her-that's enough to scare anyone, she also knows that I'm a killer and a rapist, and on top of that, she knows what I look like- I think I'm beautiful but that doesn't mean others do- and she's still not scared. She just stands there, having the nerve to lick my blood off of her blade, this girl must be a Creepypasta fangirl, but whenever a fangirl actually see's that I exist, the fall to their knees and start to cry or try to run away screaming. Why is this girl so diffrent and why the fuck does this girl claim she's Ben's sister? Stupid fucking girl, I'll make this quick then head for Ben's parent's house, Ben doesn't know that I've went to kill his parents but he's like a little brother to me and he's still haunted by the memories of his parents hurting him and his bullies, that's why I'm going to kill those motherfuckers. I walk over to the girl, (y/n), and wrap my hand around her neck, pushing her against a lamppost, she grunts a little but otherwise smiles....what the fuck? "Stop lying, asshole." I tell her through gritted teeth. "I'm not." She says inbetween gasps, my hand still pressed hard agianst her lungs. "Oh yeah, sure, I'm sure you know Ben just because you say so I'll "totally" believe you." I tell her sarcastically. She somehow manages to stretch her neck closer to my face, her cool breath touching my lips as if....she's going to kiss me, "Why should I believe you....Mr. Stalker?" She whispers seductively against my lips, her bottom lip brushing up against mine. "Shut up, you lying skank!" I growl, slamming her head against the lamppost with all of my strength, she wants to be a whore, fine, I won't hold back, she's playing with fire- I'm not a nice guy- and she's going to get burnt. I keep my hand around her with bruising intensity, bringing my head down to her shoulder, nibbling her neck hard enough to bring blood, the taste of metallic and copper pennies feeling my mouth, opening up my senses as I lapp of the blood. I pull back, staring into her (e/c) eyes, I sneer, expecting to see her eyes widden and for her to finally get scared, realising that I really am a monster, to feed me what I so desperately want-fear-, instead her smile broadens at the sight of her blood smeared on my lips, a rush of anger fills me. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I scream, pulling her feet off the ground by her neck, her eyes fill with choked up tears but her smile never faltering. I can't believe this, for the first time in my life I'm getting no joy out of killing someone, she doesn't cry, scream, or fight back, she just hangs there, an odd smile playing on her lips like she knows something I don't. Damnit, I might as well be killing an animal, and even the animal tries to run, I let go of her neck, pulling out my knife, ready to kill her if she runs, she gasps for air, bending over as her breath comes out fast and ragged. Your POV: Damn, I let him go too far, but I was right, I knew he wouldn't kill me for the simple fact that It gave him no excitement, no fear, no cries, no screams, and no tears. I starve for air, my eyes watering from being strangled, my breath coming out faster and faster, my heart pounding, after a few minutes I stand up, still breathing a little heavy. "That's what people have asked me for years." You murmur. "What?" Jeff asks you. "The 'what the fuck is wrong with you bit', that's what everyone asks me." You say a little louder, staring him straight into his painstaking eyes. "Yeah, yeah, everyone has their problems kid, mine is that a bitch keeps lying to me." Jeff says, looking you up and down, slowing down at your bosom. "I'm not lying." You say, your teeth bared. "Whatever, now, do you mind telling me where the fuck the Lawman's live?" Jeff asks you, making it evident that you'll die no matter what you answer, you like playing with him but it comes a time when all fun time must end. You straighten up, pushing yourself off of the lamppost,"I'll show you." You tell him, all playfulness aside, It's time to show him where your loyalty lies. He follows you through the woods, his knife in his pocket but you know that with any suspicious movement he'll get it out with the snap of his wrist. -Timeskip to your house- You now stand in front of your house, a grimace on your face, you know that he's going to kill them, but your only sad that you won't be able to do it yourself, a rough hands cups your cheek snapping you out of your train of thought. You look over to see Jeff smirking, his face less than an inch from your face,"Finally, I see you show an emotion other than happiness, I can't wait to experiment with that look....ah yes, you'll wear those tears beautiful." Jeff says, causing a blush to form on your face. "Unless....you can prove to me that your not normal, kill them." Jeff says, whispering in your ear, you look up at him, your eyes widening in surprise. He chuckles, pulling away from you,"W-what?" You stutter. "I'm joking, I know a little wannabe pyscho like you couldn't ever kill someone, you try so hard to be unnormal you forget that you are normal....until that knife's shining in your face. Pity, I thought you might be different." Jeff says with a laugh, walking over to your house, he knows you won't dare to leave. 'WAIT!! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, YOU HAVE MORE OF A RIGHT TO KILL THEM THAN HE DOES!!!! YOU'VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS DAY.....haven't you?' The voice asks you, yes...but, you could never actually go through it...right? 'Leave it up to us, were you, except we know what we want, were you times ten....the real you. Let us kill!' The voice begs, you think back to all that your parents have done to you, hitting you, yelling at you, leaving you against the world, and the worst tragedy of all....killing your brother, you smirk at the thought of getting revenge, sinking that knife into their skin, their thick crimson blood pouring out, their tears. You remember you father's words," If only you were normal!" You know your not normal and your damn proud of it, after all, isn't being unnormal and living a life taking chances a hell of a lot better than being normal and never truly knowing true fun? "Wait!" You shout running up to Jeff, he turns around to face you with a curious look on his face. "What?" He asks annoyed. You pull out your blade- a regular kitchen knife- ,"I'll do it." You tell him with a smile on your face. His face twists from surprised, angry, curious, to happy,"Sure, if you have the guts kid. How about a deal, if you don't kill them you come out of the house, I kill them, rape you, then kill you, if you kill them then you've proved yourself to be like me, I'll let you live, I might not rape you, and.....I'll introduce you to the Creepypasta family." Jeff says with a laugh, you nod, walking into the house. You first walk into your room, just as you thought, your mom's still passed out on your bed, the stench of alcohol fills the room, you walk over to her, you know all of her secrets. You know that she goes for daily "car" rides at your neighbor's house, you know about all of her alcoholic problems and drug use, and you know that she knew that your father was going to kill your brother that day ten years ago. You look down at her beautiful, long blond hair, sleep disguising her sinful lies and face as innocence, the thought disgusts you, you quickly grab the knife that you had stuffed in your pocket again and tip-toe over to her sleeping body. She's thought that your the victim her whole life when really...she's always been the victim, the prey, what good luck you found the someone who would show you that. You quickly and carelessly bring the knife up only to jab it into an artery, dark red blood-nearly black- gushing down her neck in a calm little stream, her eyes open and a scream passes her lips just before you silence her, dragging the blade quickly and deeply across across neck, blackish red blood pouring calming down her exposed throat. A hysterical laugh escapes your throat when you look down to see her crimson blood slowly seeping out of her newly made wound, "Goodnight mommy." You whisper, planting a kiss on her head, 'YOUR NOT NORMAL!', a voice screams. The voice is right, your not normal, you we're always on the brink of insanity and you just passed it, tipping over the cliff to an unexplored world, your not normal and your damn proud of it!