Jeff the killer

Jeff the killer

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All I could hear between the sharp pain surging through my body was evil laughter. I carefully dare another glance trying to get a glimpse of my attackers face. He has skin as pale as snow and hair long black hair like his soul. His eyes were almost black pits except for a small amount of white, forming a circle, around his eyes. "Are you going to hurt me?" I softly cry out afraid to speak to loud. "Oh, no. Its ok, all will be ok." He says almost soothing. He turns his face, and that's when I got a glimpse at his mouth. The corners of his lips have been spit open. Dried blood is surrounding the cuts, standing out compared to the pale skin of the boy.I almost was going to cry out, until the attacker placed his hand over my mouth. "Shhh, now go to sleep!" He yells in such a bloodcurdling way. Suddenly I feel a cold, feeling. Almost like a tickle in my chest. I feel it about 5 times as the madman continues to laugh like crazy. Dumbfounded I place my hand on my chest feeling a hot liquid dripping off of my white button down shirt. I slowly undo the last couple buttons to see a huge gash in my stomach. Suddenly the world starts to spiral out of controlled into a pit of blackness.
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"Who are you?" I demand. The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love." I freeze. That phrase. That voice. It can't be. I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face. "Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me. His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control. "You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger. My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way. "You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry. "You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can. My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free. "You die now, Peter Pan!"

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