Yura (Creepypasta)

Chapter 8

Long chapter! Well long for me anyway I've seen way longer chapters. 

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I am currently following Jeff the fricken Killer to who the hell knows where. I keep asking him where we will be training, but he continues to ignore me. Like I'm not here. Most likely because I won another one of our fights. I probably just got myself neck deep in trouble with him. Which is not something to be recommended to anyone. Unless they're suicidal of course. If someone ever asks me what's the best way to die I'll say "Piss off Jeff the Killer."

We have been walking in the woods for a while now. And I'm starting to get bored. "We're here." He said stopping suddenly. I ended up running into him. He turned around and glared at me. "Watch where you're going. You clumsy little..."

"Then you shouldn't stop suddenly. Toby did the same thing. What is wrong with you people, blaming your mistakes on me." I rant at him, which turns out was not the best reaction I could have had. He pulled out his knife which was in his pocket, then grabbed my sweat shirt collar and shoved me against a tree. Putting the knife against my throat. Which lead to me grabbing his arm and twisting it, causing him to fall on the ground. I moved away from the tree to give me more room to fight. He jumped up again and came at me full force. I decided to go with defence instead of offence and when he got close enough I through him over my shoulder. "I thought you were the one who was going to teach me. But I think that you need some lessons yourself. How do you kill people, when you can't even take down lil ol me." I taunt him which again was most likely not the best thing to do in this situation but... whatever. He snarled and came at me again. This time I simply stepped aside at the last moment, and he fell over. "You really need some practice." I laugh.

"Shut the hell up!" he yells at me.

"Ooo, someone has anger issues." I giggle.

"Fuck you." He mumbled. "Let's just get to the training." He grumbled. Hah, I won. I thought proudly.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked curiously.

"Well I was going to test your reflexes. But those seem fine. So I'm going to test your stealth." He said with annoyance in his voice.

"Well, umm... sorry for spoiling your plains," I said leaning on a tree. "But..." I was interrupted by having to dodge a kitchen knife. I ducked and it hit the tree with such a force I could hear the wood splitting. When I look the blade was in the tree so deep the handle was almost touching the tree.

"Good so you do pay attention." Jeff giggled. "If only you didn't" He started laughing. Soon I joined in. Laughing almost harder than him. "Why are you laughing." He asked after catching his breath.

"I find it humorous that you would try and take me out right after I beat the crap out of you." I said proudly pulling the knife out of the tree. I look at it noticing the obvious bent at the tip. "You through the knife wrong."

"Excuse me." Jeff snarled.

"The blade bent." I informed him.

"If you know so much about knife throwing please inform me." He said in an honorary way.

"Well, for starters this is kitchen knife not a throwing knife. For second you're sloppy with your stance. You didn't have a sturdy stance at all really. I could have pushed you over with one finger. This is the proper stance." I say while standing in a sturdier way. "And when you throw it your body has to go with it. And aiming is easier this way also. Here I'll just show you." I put a foot in front of the other and then pushed off with the other. I had aimed it right at Jeff head, and that's where it went. Though he moved his head right in time to dodge the knife. It was obvious he had a stronger throw. This time the knife only went half when instead of almost all the way. I sigh in obvious disappointment. This sucks I'm not better than him at every thing. I thought frowning. Jeff started laughing in joy. While he did so I could see the obvious cut on the side of his cheek. Hah, I cut you. What do you think of me now bastard. I thought proudly. Brightening up a little.