First Fan fiction, so here goes!
I am so bored. The teacher just keeps droning on about things that I won't even remember next week, much less use after college. I can't even pretend to be paying attention anymore, I'm just so sleepy. I am a night person, so I stay up pretty late every day so that isn't unusual at all, but jeez 4 o'clock is freaking LATE! Since I'm sitting in the back by the window, the teacher never notices me sleeping or goofing off, so I might take a quick nap before the bell rings. I look out the window to see lighting flash in the distance and ominous clouds roll closer to the school. Thunder resonates through the sky, which is luring me into sleep….. It's so peaceful…..
I can faintly hear a crash in my half asleep state, followed by screams and….. a slicing sound? Turning my head slightly to face the rest of class and partly facing forward, I see through my heavy lidded eyes the color red, and why is everyone laying on the floor? My mind just makes some lame excuse for it and I fall back into a deep sleep. Later, I wake up partly to…. silence? More awake now, I lift my head to see a massacre. The large window that I had looked through right before I fell asleep was shattered and littering the floor, impaling several students in various places. Everyone is lying dead with blood covering almost everyone and everything. I notice that there are people from other classes as well, with blood leading out the door. Slash marks are on people's chests, throats, and even their faces. The cuts on their faces are the only ones that are constant. The cuts on their faces are on both sides of their mouths, creating a creepy grin that chills me to the core. I just sit there, cold and afraid to move and start to smile myself. I am different than most people, my emotions are twisted to where if I am in trouble, sad, or afraid I start to smile. This reason is why I am a loner at school and people call me a sociopath, but I am mostly used to it by now. So I just sit there, frozen in my seat, smiling as I look to all of my deceased classmates.
"You have a very pretty smile," a raspy voice grinds out that nearly gave me a freaking heart attack. I turn my head quickly to see a tall man not too much older than me with disheveled black hair longer than mine, and eyes that were ringed with black, and he had the same exact cutout smile like everyone on the floor. His skin was so white; it contrasted everything else about him, except his white sweatshirt which was unfortunately covered in blood meaning this was all his doing. The last thing I noticed about the man was in his right hand was a large kitchen knife covered with blood, dripping onto the floor. "Do you like it? Everyone has happy expressions now, don't you think?" his words would convince anyone that he was a mad man, yet he seemed so calm and in control of himself that I found it in me to speak. "Why kill everyone else, but not me?" I managed in a low whisper. He just stood there watching me carefully, which ending up making me VERY nervous, and of course, my smile grew to almost look like his. He just grinned bigger and starting walking slowly towards me, swinging the knife back and forth. I could barely breathe. He was going to kill me now; I was going to die here, like all the others. My fingers started to twitch uncontrollably and I couldn't look away from those wide, non-blinking eyes. I thought about screaming for help, but he killed everyone that could possibly help me. Once he finally reached my desk and stood in front of it, forcing me to look up at him. "The reason I didn't kill you was because I wanted to see your expression to everyone's death, but when you started smiling, I think I just might keep you." His words hit me like a ten-ton brick. He just wanted to use me as entertainment? And what did he mean my keep me? "What do you mean keep me?" I stuttered, repeating my thoughts to him, worried he would torture me slowly for his sick pleasure. He chuckled, which did NOT help my frazzled nerves at all and simply put the knife into a strap on his leg and offered me his hand. "Come on, let's go." He said quite amusingly. I looked at his blood soaked hand for a moment, afraid to touch this killer, much less go with him somewhere. "Ha-ha, I'm not going to kill you ok? Just trust me." I snorted, which earned me a raised eye brow from him, and he just rolled him eyes and swept me up, carrying me on his shoulder as he made his way out of the classroom. I was terrified once again as I realized I might never see my family again; I was being taken away by a serial killer. "By the way, my name is Jeff; Jeff the Killer."
OK, i know this is extremely short, but as mentioned above, it my first fanfiction. If some one actually likes this, then I will post more chapter and make then them longer as well. also accepting of any reviews so if something is wrong, please do not hesitate to tell me. :)