Why sleep at all? Jeff and Jane the Killers

Stuck with You?

      Smile dog pulled Jane, hooked up to her like a sled, dragging her behind himself like a ragdoll. Jeff followed close behind, watching her with intensity, and gripping his knife as hard as he could.

      Yet, the fluffy wolf-dog was prancing, tongue lolling, and eyes content. Quite the opposite, Jeff was on high alert.

    And so the two walked along, enemy beside enemy.

        Jane felt a bright light go on in her eyelid. Afraid to make any movements, she silently grabbed into her pocket, a dagger in hand...

       She leapt up, but a woozy rush went through her brain, making her stagger a bit in the process, and a rope caught her back, which she cursed at, and sawed as hard as she could at. Her enemy, his face hidden by his signature white hoodie, turned around, and gripped his knife, lunging back at her.

    Jane first went for his arm, holding the knife. Plunging her dagger close to his wrist, she tried to knock the knife off, but it was so tightly held by him, that instead, it sent her dagger flying with the impact.

     Shocked, she started to make a dash for her dagger, but it was too late. Something cut into the soft flesh of her arm, making her hiss out a gasp of pain. Growling back, Jane tumbled down, rolling to the side of her dagger and bringing it back up, stabbing it into Jeff's vulnerable leg.

       She heard a low growl come out of him, furious. Bringing his knife down, he hovered it just above her head. Closing her eyes, Jane raised her hands to her head, ready for the dreadful impact.

     Why die like this? She thought. But...nothing happened. After a few seconds, she squinted her eyes open, to see that he was moving on without her, his wolf-dog prancing behind. Her dagger still in hand, Jane started to slowly advance, teeth bared.

      I'm not giving up yet, she thought. But still...why had he spared her. As she raised her dagger, a hand flicked it away from the back, sending it scattering.

       "Don't, just follow me." was all a strong and cool voice answered. She felt a jolt of curiosity. So his voice wasn't raspy or hoarse..it was quite the opposite. Jane didn't answer back, afraid to say anything.

      Carefully following him after picking up her dagger again, pocketing it, she had a question in mind that she couldn't stop from coming out. "Why. Why now or ever," she bit back, a sting in her tone.

     Jeff turned around. "Do you think I want to see you, either. You're a serial killer now, that's what." Serial killer? Yes, she killed, but how could the serial killer himself judge her! Hypocrite!

      Jane fought the urge to throw her dagger at him once more. Jane's eyes surprisingly filled up with tears before she could stop it.

     "You did this to me. You're no less a serial killer than I will ever be," she answered, a choked voice coming out. Jeff stopped and turned back around. Lifting his hoodie, she prepared to see his horrific face.

     But...her eyes widened. His eyelids were back now, properly covering the dark holes of his eyes, and there were scars around his cheeks and from the sides of his mouth, but they weren't bleeding. Just scars, a permanent smile stitched on.

     His face was still white, now with another jagged scar running through his cheek, hair black, a little shorter now, cut more near his ears, where it fell down in wisps. She let out a shuddering breath at the sight. He looked just like he did before the incident, only the coloring was different, and the look in his ice-blue eyes.

     It was sorrowful and cold, something was hidden like fear beneath it. He was able to frown, scrunching his mouth tight.

    "Things change, Jane," he hissed at her. "I tried to make you beautiful, but you're no different than what you were before. Worse in fact." That stung her so hard, she jolted back as if she'd been slapped.

    "What did you say?" she whispered, deadly. Her fingers flicked tight around her dagger, white-knuckling it. Jeff shook his head, letting out a cool laugh. "You know it. Follow me before it gets dark, or die. We should be out of the forest soon."

     Jane snarled a "No." Jeff rolled his eyes. "That suits you, and at least I tried. But wasn't your goal to track me and plan your revenge?"  Jane couldn't answer for a second, shocked that he knew what her plan was, it felt like someone was digging through her secrets and looking into her mind.

      "My revenge is futile. Now I know what and who you are. A cruel monster is what. I'd rather die than be with you." Something flickered in Jeff's eyes, but he pushed it back down.

    "I didn't know this happened to you, Jane," he harshly whispered, shaking his head. "And I didn't mean to. But this isn't all my fault. Remember that." Jane felt her black hair, knew her eyes were black, lips were black, her skin was pale as his, white and blank as his. Yes, she was a monster now, and that was his fault.

     All Jane did was try to help Jeff. And he took her kindness, her beauty, and almost took her life.

        "It'll always be your fault. And I will never forgive you," she growled, adding a fierce bite to her voice. Turning around with a whiz from her enemy, she gave him the signature middle finger as she walked away towards the forest.

      "Not my fault!" he called back. Jane ignored him, still stalking away, seeing red, her eardrums filled with a buzzing noise.