Dynamite (Jeff The Killer X Reader)

Chapter 17

JEFF POV

    I paced around in my room, occasionally glancing over at the corner where (Y/N) usually slept.

    I had slipped away as (Y/N) was getting captured before they could notice me. There was no way I was going to be chained up again. I was sick of raw wrists and escape plans.

    The image of her hurt, betrayed facial expression was permanently imprinted in my brain. She was like a fly, constantly buzzing around my mind for those last couple days.

    "Whoever falls behind, stays behind." I muttered under my breath as I fixed my jaw. It just didn't feel right. I tried to warn her, but she was just a stubborn *sshole that never listened whatsoever!

    It was her fault she was captured. Not mine. But for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about it.

    Maybe I could've helped? That one annoying sentence nagged at the back of my mind. I growled, slicing my knife across the wall in anger.

    I thrashed, plummeting toward the ground at full speed. I would have squeezed my eyes shut if I actually had eyelids. I held my breath, bracing myself for the extreme amount of pain shooting my way.

    Right as I thought I was going to end, something shout out wrapped around my wrist. I looked up, my heart racing, and spotted (Y/N)'s face. Relief flooded through me along with slight gratefulness as she yanked me up halfway.

    I shook my head, clearing away the flashback with an irritated snort.

    Big deal. I thought with a scoff.

    I collapsed to the ground, clutching my stomach in agony as the blade plunged through my flesh. I gasped, my vision blurring. The world around me was in slow motion, all noises swimming in my ears. It felt almost surreal.

    The building was about to blow. I knew it was. Death awaited me, reaching out to tap my shoulder and lead me away.

    A blurry figure of a wolf charged forward, tearing my attackers throat out and with a sinister snarl. It whipped around and clamped its large jaws my hood.

    I began getting cold, my vision darkening. My blood poured out onto the ground underneath me.

    A dark figure reached out to me, offering its hand. Everything went still, the pain and suffering evaporating.

    All the chaos, gone. Was I dead?

    I extended my arm, about to rest my palm in its and accept my fate. I was ready to leave the awful world.

    But right as I placed my hand on its, it was engulfed in silver and gold, the darkness swallowed up in the burst of light. I jumped, shielding my eyes from the brightness in alarm.

    I could vaguely see the outline of a wolf head with silver-flamed eyes, and (Y/N) with golden-flamed eyes.

    Gusts of wind blew against my body, a strange feeling pulling at the soul I thought I had lost. Then everything went still again.

   "Jeff?" (Y/N)'s voice asked, sounding shocked.

    I was.. alive?

    When that particular flashback ended I froze up. She had taken part of her life to give to me.

    I fell onto my bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. She had.. sav-helped me a.. decent amount of times.

    I finally came to one conclusion after a series of conflicting thoughts.

    I had to help her.

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