You Can't Change Me (Jeff The Killer Fanfiction)

Planning & Revelations

Jeff's POV

"Then I won't try."

Why did that hurt so much? I can't feel. I'm the most cold blooded killer you'll ever meet, yet I'm feeling hurt by 4 simple words. Emeralda ran out of the house and into the pouring rain, disappearing from view. I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Sally standing behind me. "Jeff.. Something's wrong." She said, her voice distorted and crackly. "Yeah, no shit." I said. "No, with her. It's... weird." Sally said, tilting her head to the side. "Teddy says she's different from us." I looked at the bear hanging limply in her arms. "Fuck that dumbass bear." I said harshly. Sally whimpered, and walked away. I sighed, and turned back to the rain. Different. How is she different? The mark ran through my mind. Who's was it? I got up from the ground and went to find Slender. The bears right, something's wrong with her, and I'm gonna find out.

Emeraldas POV

I ran through the rain blindly. My hair was sticking to my face, and I honestly had no idea what I was doing. Or thinking. Or feeling. "Forget him...." A voice rang out through the air. I stopped and looked around. "He hates you...." "You're mine...." "No escape..." The voices spun around me, chilling me to the very core. The voices got louder and louder until I couldn't stand it. I fell to my knees and covered my ears. But I still heard them, even louder than before. I screamed as loud as I could, and fell back onto the ground. I closed my eyes, letting the rain fall on my face. An image flashed through my mind of a man. He was tall, thin, and covered in grey feathers. His face was stitched together like a mask, and his nose pointed out. His hands had talons growing out of the fingertips, and blood dripped down his chin and onto the feathers. But what caught me the most, were his eyes. They were just like mine; yellow with red flecks. He was almost like a hawk, but with human features. I jolted up and looked around. The rain progressively slowed down until it came to a stop, leaving an eery silence behind. I was growing more and more paranoid by the minute, my hearing even picked up. A birds wings flapped and it was almost deafening. I stood up, and brushed off. The bird screeched, and my head felt like it was exploding. I started running back towards my old house, needing to be away from Jeff and the rest. When I got there, my house was surrounded by police cars and ambulances. People were walking around, and some workers carried out two body bags. News reporters stood in front, surveying and narrating the scene. Mom. Dad. I looked down and blinked back the tears, but a feeling if rage built up, and my spikes stuck out. I need to kill something. I leapt out of the woods, and began mauling anything moving in sight. Taking off my rage on anyone who was near me. Guns shot, people screamed, blood splattered, dead people. Dead by my hand. DEAD. I really am I monster aren't I? I'm not any different from Jeff. It's only in his nature to hurt people, as it is in mine. I wouldn't have snapped if the monster wasn't in me all along right? So maybe, I was like this all along, but Jeff brought it out of me. Can I forgive him for what he did? No. Yes. No. Yes. NO! YES! I'm no different. I ran back to the mansion, and sat on the porch. I needed some time to think if what I would say.

Jeff's POV

"SLENDER! Where the hell are you?" I called. He popped up in front of my face and I jumped. "Dude! The fucks wrong with you?" I yelled, retaining the urge to knock the face ONTO him. "You called?" He asked. I nodded. "Have you seen the mark on Emeraldas hand?" Slender tilted his head. "The hawk?" I nodded. "Well yes, but it's not in any of the Legacy books. Im not sure what it is, but she's different." He explained. "Is there an unidentified pasta out there Slendy?" I asked. "I know all, and see all. I doubt that there is." I chuckle, annoyed by his confidence. He disappears, and I head into my room. The furniture was old and creaky from when I was kicked out for killing Jane. We're not allowed to kill Pastas, and I broke that rule. I looked out of the window, and saw Emeralda walking up to the house, deep in thought. Maybe I should apologize, I did ALOT to hurt her. No, fuck that. I will stay relentless no matter what. Im a killer, not a lover. Or liker. You want her Jeff, you've admitted it before, a thought resounded through my head. That was before. Before what? Before I remembered her power. You like her. No. You want her. NO. You NEED her. NO!

The door downstairs opened and shut, footsteps up the stairs, quiet breathing outside my door, and the dreaded knock. What does she want?