Dominique POV-

I sat there, quiet. I couldn't fall asleep due to my insomnia, so I went to the kitchen. There was a sound like foot steps, but i assumed that it was either my dad or the heating system. Since my house was made in the 40's, everything made noise. The floor, the heat, the washer and drier, the oven. Everything. I got myself a bowl and thought I saw a shadow, but I always ignore that type of thing because, at the time, I thought I was just like steel. Nothing could hurt me or my naive brain and thoughts. I walked right passed. Then, my third omen of the night, (or morning since it was 2:14 AM) I heard giggling. I thought it was the wind or my parents getting serious. I thought about my parents doing that. I thought it was the worst thing in the world at that moment, but I now I know that I was unbelievably wrong. Little did I know that I would fall head over heels for the most dangerous person in the country. Anyway, I went in the fridge and grabbed the milk, sneaking a sip from the container. I walked to the cabinet where the snack and breakfast foods were, taking out the Frosted Flakes. When I turned, I scanned my kitchen, but saw nothing. Nothing to my eyes because, without my turtle shell, Steve Urkle glasses, I'm deathly close to blind. I walked right past a very dangerous boy my age, not even realizing his unbearably painful, yet never ending smile, his extremely tired and black eyes that will never shut. He was so harmfully horrific to look at, but that was what everyone said. Everyone but me. All I saw was beauty in his wide eyes. He didn't move at first, just stared, but what was he supposed to do when he burned off his eye lids. He was so close, I wonder how I didn't see him at less than a foot away. I completely thought it was my imagination. Or maybe hoped, I forgot, but I do know now that after ten minutes of eating, he confronted me.

"You seem very relaxed around me. Why are you up, anyway?" He leaned down to my big, brown eyes and little nose. His blood covered hand brushed my hair, but I thought being cocky around a killer was a good idea, too.

"Hey! Watch it! I just blew up out my hair, man!" My natural way of speaking was to add dude or bro and occasionally man in my sentences. I used man when I was feeling slightly full of myself. The killer whom hadn't told me his name yet found my self esteem amusing and played with it for a while.

"Sorry about that. Not really, but I guess I should be polite after killing your family, correct Dominique?"

"How do you know my name?" I was slightly scared now, but he didn't phase me.

"Why, I'm Jeff. I know everyone's name! Tell me, Domo. Why aren't you tired? Is it your insomnia or you have fears that you might die during your oh-so-peaceful slumber?" He sat on my kitchen table, coming very close to me.

"It's the insomnia, bro. I'm not afraid of anything. Anything! Got it?"

"I've got it, but do you?" In a matter of thirty seconds, I was on my back on my wooden floor in my kitchen. "You're a fighter, aren'y you?" He grinned and I shivered.

What was he planning? Wait! Did he say he killed my family? "Jeff, was it?" I used all of my strength to flip him over so I was straddling and pinning him on the floor. "I'm a pacifist. I don't fight, but I simply stand up for the ones I love." Saying that, I quickly slapped him across the cheek and dashed to my bedroom. I locked my door, took out the best weapon I had (a pair of kindergarden safety scissors), and prepared myself for the ending of my life. As much as I hated to admit it, he was cute. I didn't care about the scars or the killing. He was an adorable boy who had just been staring into my eyes for a good five minutes.I heard the banging on my door and his yelling.

"OH COME ON DOMINIQUE! DON"T PLAY THE GAME IF YOU"RE NOT GONG TO PARTICIPATE! COME OUT, BABE!"

Jeff POV-

Why did I call her babe? Why did I chase after her? Why didn't I kill her right away like everyone else I kill? There was only one conclusion I could come up with. She different. I don't know how and I don't know why, but I want to keep her alive. I left my knife in the kitchen and ran to her door. I knew she was scared of me, but I wanted to be around her. I'd watched her during the day by staring in her window with Ben and Sally. Most of the time, we tried to leave Sally home because she couldn't keep her mouth shut, but sometimes, we had no choice. She was so gentle to everyone during the day that I could keep away from her. I had to talk to her, but it wash;t going the right way. I had to change it around, so I did.

"D-Dominique...? Please open the door."

She opened the door, her brownish black hair resting against her fit, full chest and back. Her brown eyes were watery and her perfect, hand-crafted-looking lips were quivering. She was about to cry. "You killed my mom... She was the only person I ever wanted to be around. The only person who ever wanted me around." She was crying now. God, why did she have to look so... Perfect?! I couldn't resist but hug her.

"I'm so sorry. I lied. She's sleeping." I did lie about killing her parents. I killed everyone inner household but her mom because she was right. Her mom loved her more than anyone. Her mother, Diana, was the only person the Dominique knew that wasn't mean to her or jealous of her. Dominique had no friends. School was strictly school for her, no extra talking or relaxing. She read a book a day, preferably romance novels or actions stuff, on a crazy day, she'll pick up a horror story. She was exceptional, but only people who were close to her could see that. She blocked everyone out, only letting in the one person she was brought into this world from. Her mother. Her dad had died when she was two from a disease that lasted two days before attacking the heart and brain. She has a step father now who has been around since she was nine. Dominique is fifteen and is amazing. I hugged her so tight that I worried about two things. 1. I may never let go. 2. She might pop. I tried to close my eyes, but was pained with the memories of the night I burnt off my eyelids. The night I killed my family. I quickly washed that away with the sight of Dominique holding me for comfort, crying into my bloody sweatshirt. She was in my arms and I didn't want her to let go. "I'm so sorry." I whispered to her again.

"Why did you say that though? To make me weak, vulnerable?" She shivered and looked at me as if I were her only friend. I went to talk, but she continued. "Why haven't you killed me Jeff? I'm no different than any other girl in this world. I'm ordinary"

"No, you're not. You have so much talent that people can't grasp it." I smiled a genuine smile and I knew she saw it when she returned the favor. "You can sing, dance, play any instrument by ear, run faster than me, and so much more! Don't you see how spectacular you are?"

"No, but I'm glad you do. Someone should before I die."

"You're not going to die. Neither is your mom. You two are too precious to see wither away." I couldn't believe what I had said, but I kept going on. "But, to keep you safe, we need to leave. We can't take your mom, but you need to trust me."

"Jeff, my mother-"

"She will be safe. I will have a couple of friends watch over her." I knew that if I asked Slendy to watch her, she would be fine.

"I need to at least leave a note." She quickly scribbled down some stuff and folded it, grabbing her back pack and packing. She grabbed clothes and music she wrote, drawings and her lucky drum sticks, her purity ring and her mother's jewelry that she gave her as air-lumes. Everything she thought she needed was packed. She put the note on her mother's side of the bed and left the house with me.