Jeff the Killer : Face of the Devil

5) Horror

I clenched the long strands of the ash-blonde hair by my fist, dragging her all the way to a peculiar room right in front of us, as she kept screaming and sobbing, signalling for help but to no avail. Not that she was actually screaming, I securely taped her mouth and all I could her were her muffled screaming, not enough to attract attention. Just what I'd planned.

As I was on my way to deliver justice, the silhouette of an outlandish man came into view. I paused. No one was making any sound besides this captivated bitch. As my vision gradually adjusted to the dimly-lit corridor, I was able to see with my own eyes who this was...

"Watashi wa..." (I) The man said.

"What?" I replied in confusion. Even the bitch beside me seemed puzzled as the man's foreign tongue silenced her. I must say, I'm very grateful.

"hitori demo yuku yo shinitaku natteo, koe ga kikoeru yo shinde wa ikenai to", the man sang to us.

"Oh my fucking god, not this again", I said.

"Mmmf mmmf", the woman's muffled screams only grew stronger as if she wanted to say something very eagerly. I sighed as I removed the duct tape from her mouth.

"T-that's the... A-angel beats... My Most Precious Treasure...", Said the woman while panting between her words.

Safe to say I was losing it. The fucking author has lost his mind. Still referencing anime, what the fuck I thought he quit watching that stupid Japanese cartoons. Oh God...

I immediately taped her mouth once again and glared at the bizarre being. His Japanese wasn't perfect which meant that he wasn't a foreigner. The man gradually approached my direction, as I stood there and watched this mysterious person heading towards me. Was this guy insane?

As he came closer, he was finally entirely visible... But...

It was another man in a black suit. Messy black hair. Thin grey-rimmed glasses. It was... An imposter?

His cold gaze met mine, as it sent shivers down my spine. Why was I being scared of an imposter? I don't get it. I am the original.

His eyes were devoid of any colour. Complete darkness, as if it could absorb your entire self into it, as his eyes were literally piercing my soul into tiny fragments. Why? Why was I feeling inferior to an imposter? I kept questioning my sanity as he was just inches away from me... Even though I could easily flee, or punch him... But all my senses were telling me not to. It was as if I was a bird trapped in a cage... And he was a predator hunting for his meal...

I eventually succumbed to this absurd amount of pressure and suddenly... My knees began feeling weak as I knelt down, my heart racing and sweat tracing down my face didn't help. I couldn't even meet his gaze any longer, as my head was staring into the ground hoping it would just take me in... Anything away from this...

The man in the suit looked at me and smiled.
"Konichiwa, mother fucker." He said.

*Hello, this is the author, thank you for following this story for so long, really appreciate it. I have been very busy so I find it hard to update this story every now and then. Yeah this story is a mess now lol. Well thanks, bye*