Mistakes (Jeff the Killer X OC)

Karma Attacks the Bitch

~~~Jeff's POV~~~

"Did she just fucking faint?"  I asked, looking down at the unconscious female.  EJ merely grunted in confirmation before getting off from her.  "Oh come on, that's no fun."  I complained.

"How about we take her back to the mansion?  We can take her to my operation room and have fun."  EJ suggested.  His definition of fun definitely thrilled me.  Immediately, I nodded eagerly.  "Perfect.  You can carry her."

With that, he began to walk.  Typical EJ.  I watched him disappear in the direction of the mansion and sighed.  My gaze drifted to the unconscious female.  At least she didn't seem to be heavy.

Thirty minutes later, I dumped her body unceremoniously on the ground and took a few deep breaths.  I was absolutely winded, and EJ had disappeared from view.  I was about to pick her up again when I heard leaves crunching behind me.  EJ was back.

"Oh, great.  You're here.  That's good, because you get to carry her now."  I didn't even turn as I spoke, I merely gazed down at her.  A moment later, I felt something prick my neck, and then...  Everything faded into black.

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As soon as I awoke, I knew I was in trouble.  I lurched awake, trying to take in my surroundings.  I was in a standing position, my wrists bound by shackles above my head.  My trusty knife was not in my person.  That alone was enough to make me growl in anger. 

"Oh, you're awake.  That's nice, because I was starting to get lonely."  A voice said in front of me.

I looked up to see none other than my precious victim tied to a chair.  Why we got different treatments, I wasn't sure.  That is until I saw the blood on her cheek, the bruises on her neck, and her tattered and bloodied shirt.  However, that didn't stop her from uttering a joke.

"Oh, you're one of the quiet ones, then.  That's alright, I can do all the talking."  She suggested.  "They're going to torture us until we give them the location of...  Of a mansion.  I'm pretty sure they mentioned Slenderman, but I'm not sure.  I was too busy trying to keep my soul attached to my body."

For the fraction of a second, I was upset that I hadn't been awake for her torture session.  That would have been lovely.  However, I then realized that...  That I was next. 

"I need to get out of here."  I muttered, looking up at the shackles.  We were in a damp room, probably some basement or cellar.  No windows, one flickering lightbulb, one door. 

"I think...  Well, if we worked together there is a chance we might be able to escape."  She suggested, glancing at the table a few feet away.  It was full of torture devices.  And even though I was shackled and needed keys, she was bound by ropes.  She just needed something sharp.

I remain unaware of when 'I' became 'we', but if it meant getting out of here, I was up for whatever.  As long as I could gut her afterwards. 

"Okay.  What are you-"  I began, but was quickly interrupted by the door opening.  Two masked men entered.  It was a shame I couldn't see their faces, but no matter.  I would kill them anyway. 

They looked at me for a moment, before their gaze shifted over to the bound female.  She merely smiled.

"Hello, gentlemen.  Did you finish your manicures?"  She asked innocently.  One of them punched her in the jaw.  I couldn't help but grin.   Suits her just right, for hitting me with the TV remote.  However, she merely laughed.  "You hit like a little girl."

Judging by the blood on her lips, I'd say that wasn't true.

"You two were going in the direction of the mansion.  You know where it is.  Tell us, and your deaths will be painless."  The first figure said.  Distinguishing trait: He was blonde. 

"Well, like I've stated already.  I was unconscious.  And, had you thought this through, you wouldn't have had to kidnap us.  If you just followed, you would have found it.  It's not rocket science."  She said, glaring up at the two figures. 

I don't know why she wasn't keeping her mouth shut, but I was glad she was keeping their attention on her.

Unfortunately, it didn't last for long.

"Be patient.  Your turn will come soon enough."  The second figure said.  He had the slightest Russian accent. 

Together, they both turned to me.  "Can't we discuss this like gentlemen...?"  I asked with a nervous chuckle. 

No such luck.