A LIFE SAVER

SAVED BY A BEAUTY

Zack woke up from a deep sleep. This is normal for him. Usually when he needs to make his midnight tinkle's. He looks at his alarm clock. 3:42 was the current time. He takes off his cover, and sits on the edge of his bed. He rubs his eyes, and heads for his restroom.

He tinkle's, washes his hands, and heads back to his room. But before he could cover himself up, he notices that his window, and curtain was open. He clearly remembered that he closed them before he went to sleep. "I remember i did." Before he got a chance to close them, he sees a dark figure. "No. Just lay back down." it told him, in a deep raspy voice. It finally walks into the moonlight being emitted into the room. Zack cannot believe what he is looking at. "No. Anyone but you." he said, quietly. It was the infamous, Jeff the killer, in all his terror. His pale skin, his black bordered eyes, and his large smile. It was everything that Zack feared.

"Please. Don't hurt me." he pleaded. "Hurt you?" the killer said. "No. I just want to help you GO TO SLEEP." Jeff starts walking towards his bed. Zack knew what was coming to him, and there was nothing he could do to stop him. So, he waited for his fate. But all at once, someone hits Jeff's hand, making him drop his knife. Then, a hand covers mouth, and his legs are kicked out of his standing position. He tried to get out of this persons grip. Zack couldn't see who Jeff's attacker was, for he, or she was in the darkness. The attacker drags the killer out of the room, and into the hallway.

Zack was silent. Was he saved? 2 Minutes had passed, and Zack was still sitting on his bed, a dumbfounded look on his face. Then, he hears foot steps coming from the hall. Terrified, he covers his entire body. Even his head! He is as quite as a mouse. But, he felt a hand softly nudge his shoulder. He is still covered. Another nudge. Then, he heard "Hey. I know you're under there. It's ok. You can come out." It was the soft voice of a woman.

Feeling that Jeff was gone, he slowly lifted the cover off of himself. And what he saw, what a sight. A beautiful girl, with a black dress, long black hair, white skin, black lips, and black eyes. The black eyes, he did not expect. But, he still felt a sense of safety. Was this the person who saved him? He kinda hoped it was. "You ok?" she asked him. "Yes. I'm ok." he said, quietly. "Good."

"Who are you?" Zack asked. A look of confusion comes to the girls face. "You knew who the bastered who tried to kill you was, but you don't know who i am?" she says. "Can't say i don't." he replied. "I'm his rival, Jane the killer."

Jane. What a beautiful name.