Jeff The killer's story

Jeff Vs Masky

Quiet footsteps echoed through the hallways of the run-down school building, their pace rhythmic and confident as they easily navigated their way through the winding hallways of the dark, concrete building.
Sections of the walls had collapsed into nothing but piles of rubble and dust, termite-infested wooden beams either precariously held up what was left of the roof or lay strewn across the moss-covered floor and years' worth of weeds and grass sprung up from between the cracks across the dust-coated floor.
But it wasn't the scenery that brought the masked proxy to the building in the middle of the night.
No.
It was the calm that it provided him with, that helped him to clear his mind.

Bringing a calloused hand up to his face, the male adjusted his mask, aligning the eye-holes more accurately as the bright light of the full moon in the sky filtered through thick dust and through the gaping holes in the weather-worn roof, outlining the male's form, an unlit cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he messed with the cuffs of his tan coloured jacket and brushed the dirt from his charcoal-black jeans.

It wasn't until he had reached the end of the hallway that he realised something was wrong.
With a frown etched into his usually calm features, the masked proxy stopped in his tracks, hand immediately finding the smooth handle of his gun as he pressed himself against the wall, his breaths quiet and methodical as he picked up on another set of footsteps coming from the hallway to his left.

Crouching down, Masky allowed a small grin as the fool who was approaching him began to whistle a low tone.

Placing his free left hand on the ground beside him and shifting his right foot back, the brunette tensed up, ready to leap up and tackle the fool as they closed in on his location.

As soon as the intruder's foot stepped into his view, the brunette launched from his crouched position, slamming into the unknown being.

Feeling a strong force collide into his chest, the smiling killer reacted quickly, grasping his attacker's shoulders and using their own momentum to haul them into the wall with a large crash.

Eyes widening as he felt himself leave the ground, Masky didn't have the time to gasp let alone stop himself as he collided with the adjacent wall, his head narrowly avoiding cracking into the harsh foundation as the breath was knocked out of him, his grip on the gun falling slack as it skittered away.

Gasping for breath, Masky tenderly pushed himself off of the ground, stumbling before regaining his posture and taking a full look at his victim-turned-attacker.

The black haired male's natural smile widened, eyes locked onto the body he'd just thrown, letting out a husky laugh when they stubbornly got to their feet.

"Still standing? I'm impressed." He taunted, taking in the cracked mask and the dirty and torn tan jacket that hung from his tall form.

"You knew I was coming...how?" Masky huffed out, eyes locked on the macabre scaring that marred his opponent's face.

"I guess you could call it a killer's instinct." Came the reply before the smiling killer dashed forward, taking Masky by surprise as he was slammed back against the wall once again, his opponents arm pinning him as his back sent out pained cries of agony throughout his body.

"And just who might you be?" Masky coughed out, his right arm holding a tight grip on the other male's arm, just barely keeping him from crushing his windpipe.

"The name's Jeff. Jeff the Killer." Snarled the smiling maniac, releasing his hold and stepping back, giving a mock bow, their eyes locked as he pulled his knife from the pocket of his hooded jumper.

"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance." He continued, voice dripping with sarcasm before he straightened up, bringing the blade in his grasp up to his face, running his tongue along the side of it.