My Life With a Killer (Jimmy Casket. VenturianTale Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

(Carter's POV)
I shivered and pulled my blanket up to my chin. Warmth washed through me but was replaced with an uneasy feeling. My eyes shot open to see two red eyes staring back, and a large toothy grin

"Hey there!" The guy said in an insane voice.

I flailed backwards falling out of my bed, that my brother had unfortunately set up that afternoon, and into a tangle of blankets on the floor.

"Aww!" Jimmy Casket cooed. "Are you afraid of little ol' me? I'm so close I could smell you!"

I wanted to scream but my voice caught in my throat and all that came out was a small whimpering sound. Jimmy stepped off the bed and closer to me. I scooted backwards, finally freeing myself of my comforter and turning the lights on.

"W-Why didn't you just kill me last night?" I asked. "While I wasn't looking."

"I think things have gotten more personal," Jimmy explained. "Don't you?"

I shook my head and backed up another step.

"You have such pretty hair," he said twirling the ends of my long black hair. "Wouldn't be a shame if it were to be cut off?"

He grabbed it in his fist and held his knife up to it. I tried to pull away but Jimmy was too strong.

"How could I have forgotten my manners?" Jimmy asked, forgetting about my hair. "Have you met Knifey? Knifey, meet Carter's blood."

He held the knife up I my throat and I let out a little cry. The door swung open to reveal a panicked looking Anthony.

"Jessie!" He yelled.

"Yay! More fresh meat!" Jimmy squealed.

He jumped from one foot to the other and clapped his hands like a two year old. Anthony grabbed Knifey and pushed Jimmy against the wall. Jimmy's face darkened with anger.

"Nobody touches Knifey," he growled.

"J-Jessie!" Anthony yelled again.

He held the knife up for protection and shoved me behind him. Jessie barged into the room with his pistol already loaded and pointed at the psychotic man.

"Leave, now," Jessie ordered.

Jimmy's only response was growling and staring at his knife.

"Do you want to know my secret?" Jimmy asked walking closer to Jessie. "But first, let me talk to your sister!"

He grabbed hold of my wrist and I screamed then stepped backwards into Jessie.

"Let her go or the knife gets it," Anthony warned.

He had opened the window and was dangling the knife out of it.

"Do you want it?" he taunted.

Jimmy nodded and lunged for it. At last second Anthony flicked his wrist and sent the knife flying into the night. Jimmy Casket dove out the window trying to reach for it before it was lost into the darkness. We heard him curse under his breath the fall into the bushes below. Anthony shut the window and sighed.

"Good thing he left," Jessie said. "I didn't actually have any bullets."

"So, you're telling me that you came in here with a pistol that was pointless because it didn't even have any ammo when there was an insane mass murderer in my room," I said.

"Well, I was hoping to scare him off." Jessie shrugged. "Didn't really work though, I don't think he cared. But hey, it's better than coming up with a spatula or something."