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Behind Doors {Jeff The Killer x Reader} 03

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Anxiety settled deeply into your stomach, blood rushing to your ears and oxygen was becoming something that was lacking in your system. Tears had gathered up in your [eye colour] eyes and the sound of footsteps were making you shake, ever so slightly, but the motion was still there. You couldn't help but try to swallow and calm yourself down, but the knot in your throat made it that much impossible.

You were dead, so so dead.

You blinked back the tears, screamed at your legs to move, they wouldn't budge. Not when the footsteps had ceased, not when you realized just how close he was to finding you out. It was a miracle that he hadn't yet, you were a nervous wreck, you were shaking and crying and the blood- God that smell, it was awful.

So you remained quiet, leaning your head back into the altar without making a single noise, you almost felt relieved when the guy stopped walking around and then you heard the creaking of the pews as he proceeded to sit in one of them, whatever was he doing still here, puzzled you but you fought the thoughts back.

Your best option was to wait, you concluded, and exactly that you did.

Except it wasn't as easy as you thought it would be, it might've been a couple of ten minutes before the smell of blood got somehow even stronger, the guy was now talking to himself about stuff you tuned out for the most part, most of his comments were about the girl, how he had wished she had put on much of a fight (he laughed here and that managed to get you back to shaking) and then began to throw his knife-

His bloodied knife.

Into nearby pews for about another twenty minutes before he grew bored. You waited even more after that, not wasting this time by trying to concentrate on a plan on how to get out, you took a peek from the corner, the doors were open, so free, so inviting. You told yourself to not look down, where your eyes could detect the puddle of blood but didn't reach quite down enough to see the body. 

God, you were such a hopeless case. Would he find out you were here? He could totally be playing with you, luring you into a false sense of safety before scaring the crap out of you and ending your life. Or worse, whatever plans he had for Samantha (you recalled what he said about putting up more of a fight) would be done with you, the thought, you quickly shook away.

You almost missed it, thinking, the soft sound of his snoring. Your brows furrowed, was he sleeping? Should you go out? You bit your lip and peeked once more from your spot, the doors were open, they were so inviting. You were really tempted to just stand up and run away, you were sure that the last bell that rang before the doors to the dormitories were locked would ring in a couple of minutes. All you needed to do was run and not look back. Run and not look back-

The thing is, that thinking about it was easier said than done. It took almost all of your willpower to slowly stand up, legs wobbly and shaky and throat closing up, you were shaking like a leaf and slowly, made your way around the altar, one hand gripping to the side of the table, careful to not pull the altar cloth down with your grip. Your eyes scanned around the empty church before they settled on the killer.

You took a shaky breath, feeling every inch of your body being struck by ice.

He was exactly just like Samantha had described him, wearing nothing more but a white hoody, now caked in fresh blood but still not as white as it would've been once, when it wasn't covered in mud and dirt. His hair was jet black, a wild mess of knots that reached just above his shoulders, cut off most likely by his blade. His mouth, whatever leftover evidence of the carved up smile had slowly been erased, only leaving behind a pale pink line that stretched from ear to ear, you almost thought that the black string he had were probably stitches.

Your heart, however, stopped and you almost took a startled step back, one hand going to cover your mouth with the oncoming gasp, when you caught sight of his eyes, wide and never blinking. Around the corners only a deep black that could have rivaled his hair's, icy blue orbs, glazed over, not exactly looking anywhere in particular. You would've almost thought that he was awake if it weren't for the steady breathing, the heaving of his chest was enough to confirm your thoughts.

That and the fact that he hadn't made a move to your presence was enough confirmation. 

I just need to get away . With that thought in mind, you began to tiptoe carefully down the steps and into the hall, your eyes had been switching between watching your step, avoiding the body (you felt really guilty, but you wouldn't be able to claim her peace if you didn't make it out alive) and looking at the killer. That last bit though, you tried to not do a lot because it made your body freeze up. The last thing you needed in this situation.

You were half way through the hall, near where the body of the blonde laid, unmoving, the smell of blood managed to make you cringe and you looked away, hating how you felt your lip quiver at the sight, thankfully, she had been placed (dropped) downwards, your only view was that of her back. Her uniform was drenched in blood and you made sure to not step over her body, her legs and arms were sprawled out.

You took a deep breath, one look behind you, the guy still hadn't moved, one look forward and the door was so close.

brrring

Your eyes widened and you managed to lose your footing. You barely felt the fall, barely felt the blood on your hands and on your skirt, all you felt was a growing fear, the sound of the bell still ringing and the misery of the situation finally dawned on you. You had taken too long, the doors were going to be locked and you were still outside alone and-

Your breathing hitched, the ringing making your ears hurt and you slowly turned your head around, eyes wide and one single sentence managed to form coherently throughout the ringing. When your eyes locked with icy blue ones, eyes that held a mixture of different reactions, but one of them was something you could easily spot from a distance, rage. 

RUN 

You tried to stand up and quickly get away but the blood had become something so slippery that you only managed to fall back down again, this time on your stomach, your breathing was coming in short intakes of breaths and your eyes were watering up. You began to scream when out of the corner of your eyes you watched the killer take steps towards you, the glint of his knife made adrenaline kick in. 

You didn't even know where all of the energy came from, but it was soon a discarded thought as you quickly crawled away, which turned into standing up and ditching your shoes, screaming as you ran away, the mixture of blood and tears and the smell was making you dizzy, the blurry vision wasn't helping at all.

You didn't know when the bell had stopped ringing, you were more concentrated on the footsteps behind you, following, gaining speed. On the way the rocks and pebbles and sticks managed to sting your feet, the socks doing nothing to help out, your legs were aching burning. Heart thumping erratically, even when you felt his hand close around your shirt, you still kept on running. 

    "Leave me alone!" You managed to shout out, the sentence though, you weren't sure if it came out correctly due to the sobbing. 

Next thing you knew, you had been pushed with an incredible force, to the ground, you instantly shielded your face from the impact with the ground and began to thrash around when the guy settled his weight on top of your body. You began to scream, your throat raw from all of the noise and despite all of that, you couldn't get him off. 

Ohmygodhesgingtokillmerunrunrunrunrunrunrun-

You felt a sharp object being pressed to the back of your neck and your body went rigid instantly. Although that happened, the sobs still continued to be a thing and despite yourself, you were still mumbling out apologies, begging to not be killed. Funny how Samantha was doing the exact same thing a while back and yet she was killed anyways.

Except she had someone witnessing her death, knowing why she died, while you didn't have anyone. 

You yelped when the guy growled, gripping a fistful of your head before pulling, making your neck twist uncomfortable to look at him. In the night, the moon casted a shadow down on his figure, leaving most of his completely blocked by the shadows, except that even if the dark, even through your cut face and dirty and smelly, you could make out his eyes and a melancholy pang hit your chest.

His eyes looked identically as to how you had drawn him. No- He was a carbon copy of your drawings.

You had to be dreaming, that was the only logical explanation...

    "How long?" He asked, his voice was low, guttural sounding and made your body cold.

You didn't reply however, your eyes no longer focusing on his gaze but the knife that was still held against your throat, you were trying to avoid swallowing, in case he would decide to cut through your skin, right now.

Your lack of reply only made his grip harden and you whined, again, he asked and you couldn't do anything else but answer. "I-I was trying- to... an hour... an hour."

He seemed to be debating something before his lips twitched and he began to chuckle, "Disgusting."

You said nothing.

    "This is so fucking funny, you were there watching all along, hearing that little bitch screaming for mercy, begging for someone to help out." He stood up from your body, and you managed to get as much air as possible before he was pulling you upwards, your legs felt like jelly and you almost leaned into him. The knife, you remembered.

    "-She was crying out for someone and you were there, people are so selfish and disgusting when it comes to their own lives heh." The knife was replaced by his hand, he grabbed your chin and leaned forward, you tried to get away but when he pressed the knife to your side and he muttered a warning against doing so, you stood still.

Even though your body was screaming at you to get away, he was touching you. 

    "So, doll." He grinned, "I wanna hear you scream for mercy, beg for it. And I might just think about ending your life in a less painful way."

getawaygetawagetawaygetawaygetawagetawaygetawaygetawagetaway-

You don't know what compelled you to not follow his orders, but you found yourself shaking your head in denial, tears trailing down your cheeks and for a moment you swore you saw a flash of confusion across his beautiful eyes (don't think about his eyes, oh God don't think they're beautiful.) before he wrinkled his nose and his lips quirked downwards.

    "Wrong answer, doll." His grip tighter on your jaw and you whimpered when the knife dug even more into you side, it had cut through your uniform, you could feel the cold blade on your stomach. "Try again, c'mon."

You don't know what compelled you to do what you did next, but when you opened your mouth and he was expecting an answer from you, you spit out. Hitting him straight in the eyes.

The guy began to scream out obscenities and both hands freed you from his grip. You tried to not waste anytime, despite your legs feeling like jelly, but you ran, far away, you weren't even sure it you were headed the right way. You just wanted to get away from him, away from his touch.

You couldn't handle the thought of going through that sort of experience again. Not now, not ever. 
This is a really short chapter. I'm tired, haven't slept. Been losing track of time and
I feel extremely disconnected with reality atm, I swear I don't even know what day today is.
In short words, everythings been confusing and this is probably really rushed and shitty and I'm sorry. 


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Jeff the Killer belongs to his original creator.
You belong to yourself.
Story/plot belongs to PrincessSakura1221
Art belongs to Me also. I have it on my tumblr. 
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GrystinaTheKiller
YO JEFFERY WOODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeff: 1. it's Jeff 2. WHAT?!
You are all of the following, an arsehole, a dickward, a mother fucker, a son of a bitch, a complete selfish douche-bag, slightly dumbass and all around fucktard but your our Beautiful fucktard. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT
Jeff: You think I'm beautiful?! and second but what?
KEEP CHASING ME AND ILL RIP YOU APART LIMB FROM F*CK*NG ARSEHOLE LIMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeff: And just how will you do that?
*turns to beast form (selena459.webs.com/apps/photos…)* This way!!!!!!!! *clicks outfoot long sword-like claes and 30 cm knife-like fangs*
Jeff: NOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs away sucking his thumb*
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