When It Rains Blood (Jeff The Killer Horror, Romance)

Distorted Dreams And Contemplative Realities. Chapter Twenty-One

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Chapter Seventeen Recap:

Looking down I opened my eyes and leaped back. Laughing Jackhad been standing under me staring with a amused expression.

"Are you done talking to yourself?" He asked with a closed eye grin.

"Are you done playing games with me and finally tell me why I'm here?" I shot back at him.

His eyes opened and he let out a gleeful shout. "Oh thank you! I almost forget! Come here I have one last game for you."

With a clap of his hands the mirrors turned and disappeared, leaving us in a semi-dark room of unknown size. A spot light shone down on an old table with flaking yellow paint and splinters sticking out in all directions. Nothing but paper and various broken crayons sat on it.

"Please take a seat I have much to say and very little time to say it." He sat in one of the three chairs around the table and gestured to the one acrossed from him.

Hesitantly I sat and looked him in the eye. I didn't want to take my eyes off him. He was nothing but trouble...

"So the reason I have brought you here today is to...make a deal with you. You see, I'm sure your lovely little security system has told you about the beings in your head already; yes?" I nodded.

"Well my dear, I'm here to offer you a trade...your little voice, for your friends protection."

I stared at him like he was a fish out of water. "What?"

Chapter Twenty-One.

Distorted Dreams And Contemplative Realities.

Lightning's P.O.V.

He gave me a bright smile that gave the illusion of friendly play. Like a car salesman giving you the misconception of a good deal then later your car breaks down with the faulty transmission he forgot to mentioned.