Evil Blood (Jeff the Killer Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Four

"So," Georgia says as snow falls around us. "What's up with you?" I stare at her. "I have absolutely no idea what your talking about," I say and look straight ahead. We had gotten up at around six and had decided to walk.

I was barefoot, in gym shorts, a tank top, and my hoodie, while Georgia was in her sweats, long sleeved shirt, hoodie, and fuzzy boots. "Katie," Georgia groans. "You are a terrible lier. Tell me what you saw under that porch!" I face her.

"I told you what I saw," I say. "And you didn't believe me." "Alright, alright. I will admit I think you're paranoid," Georgia says. I roll my eyes.

Suddenly, I hear a twig snap in the woods beside us. I freeze and start to look through gaps in the trees. "Katie it was probably a do-" She abundantly cuts off when we hear it. Maniacal laughing.

I walk to the edge of the woods. I know what you're probably thinking, Why the fuck are you trying to find the source of the maniacal laughing? and my answer to that, I am a fucking idiot. "Katie," I hear Georgia say in a shaky voice, "get away from there." My hand reaches out -- as if I'm not controlling it -- and grips a branch, moving it out of the way. I see nothing at first -- just black -- then, they're there.

Two hands shoot out of the trees and grab my throat. I scream at the same time Georgia does as the hands lift me into the air. "Katie!" Georgia screams. I feel myself begin to suffocate as whatever -- or whoever -- is holding me in the air. The laughing gets louder as whoever is holding me steps out of the woods.

There is a clown. He has on a black and white clown outfit (hence him being a clown), and has a cone shaped nose. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! I mentally scream as my airways close up. "Let go of her, you freak!" Georgia screams and steps a little closer. She sounds distant and echoey.

She wasn't acting scared. I don't think she was scared.

"Well, Georgia," he laughs. "I can't put Katie down. We're playing a game. She walked up to the woods, I grabbed her. She lost the game." He laughs.

"JACK! PUT HER DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Georgia screams. Jack stops laughing. He looks at me shocked -- the glaze over his eyes peeling away-- and drops me onto the grass. Deep, shaky breaths flow into my lungs. Jack looks down at his hands. Georgia runs over to me. "Georgia..." I say weakly. Snow stung my legs and feet.

"Georgia... Katie..." Jack says, lowering his hands. Who is this guy? "You... you..." Georgia says and stands up, pointing a finger at him. "Go!" she yells and points to the woods. "I'm so-" "I DON'T WANT YOUR DAMN SORRIES!" Georgia scream. "GET OUT OF HERE! YOU MAY BE MY BROTHER, BUT I AM NOT AND I REPEAT NOT GOING TO LET YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY WITH THIS! GO!"

I was shocked. Georgia's brother had died three years ago. The glaze formed back over Jack's eyes. He laughed and moved toward us. "I'm sorry, but I gotta jet." He laughed evilly. "Goodbye, sister."

He disappeared in a cloud of smoke -- the only thing saying he was there was the sinister laugh hanging in the air.

A/N: I bet you people didn't expect that. No hate please. I know Jack was created out of a child's mind, but I thought it would be cool to make him be Georgia's brother so there would be suspense. It was my intention to have Jack kill Georgia then have her become a Creepypasta. I was going to do that so they'd get together, but I decided a different fate for Georgia. NO HATE PLEASE!!!!! Bye.