Hey! I've been sucked into creepypasta *o* most fanfics I wrote we're on animes and whatnot. Now I've been hooked on creepypasta. Well...this is based on an rp I am in the middle of. I have a lot of rp accounts on FB and other places so one is a Jane the Killer. Review, follow, and all the good stuff please!
I write on an iPod and sneak onto a laptop to publish so sorry in advance.
Jane's POV
My friends.
My family.
My image.
My studies.
My life.
It was all taken away from me because of him. That psychotic grinning bastard. Jeff. Better known as "Jeff the Killer".
I hated that man with a passion. Screw that, he's not even a man. He's a million miles away from that.
Since the day he killed my family and took away my life I vowed to save his future victims from becoming victims in the first place. How did I plan to? Simple. I wanted-Rather, I NEEDED to kill Jeff..
Grey clouds occupied the sky for about two weeks now. The beautiful summer rain poured out its sorrows and tears into the streets as I quickly walked down the hallway.
I had finally gotten Jeff captive. well..sorta. A bunch of Creepypastas were at my apartment the night before (Some still were) and Jeff followed Ben here..I avoided him until now. my plans to kill him were absolutely going to become a reality. I smirked as I placed my hands on the doorknob, turned, and pushed forward.
To my surprise , he had gotten out of his restraints and found a knife. He was balancing it on his tongue. 'How the hell did he get out?' I thought. My eyes then caught notice to Masky, Ben, and a young blonde woman were sitting on the floor, laughing, and cheering Jeff on.
I stood in the doorway with my hands on my hips and cleared my throat to get their attention. All eyes drew to me.
"Sup, Jane? Look at Jeff! He's balancing a mother fucking knife on his tongue!" Masky laughed.
I blushed slightly remembering last night when Masky was trying to hook up with me but that blush soon faded.
Ben laughed."Haha! Go, go, go!" He chanted.
The blonde giggled. "Aw Jeff! Why do you listen to them?" She flirtatiously asked. She batted her blue eyes at him. 'Ugh...skank..' I thought. I didn't even ask about her and assumed one of the guys brought her in to fuck. Haha. Not in my place.
I had to admit that it was pretty impressive that Jeff could do that.
"Jeff..." I sneered. "meh...that's kinda cute..."
"Aw!" The blonde giggled.
"Still gonna kick your ass though.." I muttered under my breath. No one paid attention to me.
The flirtatious blonde seemed to be obsessed with Jeff. Not that I was jealous..
"Why Jeff, why?" She asked.
"Hvym pun.." He replied with the knife still balanced perfectly.
"What?" She asked again.
"Hvym pun." He repeated.
"Oh. Having fun." She smiled.
"Aw...how lovely..." I lied. I slowly reached for my knife in my knee high tights.
Jeff, swifter than a flash grabbed the knife off of his tongue and held it in his hand ready to lunge at any second.
"Don't even try, Jane." He grinned. That fucking grin of his makes me sick.
The blonde hugged him and closed her eyes, smiling sweetly. Jeff hugged her back but kept his eyes locked on me.
I glared at him.
"I'll get you soon enough. Watch your back." I warned.
"Haha! Just try!" He encouraged laughing in that sinister way. I held up my knife and clutched it in my sweating hand.
"Sick fuck!" I yelled.
He got out of the girl's hug and held his bloody worn knife towards me.
"Oh come on!" He yelled back.
"Jeff! Be careful!" The girl gasped.
I shot my eyes to the girl.
"He'll kill you tonight. Please run.."
"No he won't! I'm nice to him." She defended rather childishly.
I shot back to Jeff and held my knife in front of me.
"I can easily kill you.."
"Ha! In your dreams, Jane!"
I clenched my teeth together.
"Why don't I make you 'go to sleep'?!"
"Just try, bitch!"
I stepped closer to him.
"What kind of a saying is that anyway? I can eat a bowl of alphabet soup and crap out a better one than that."
"Drama queen."
"I can do anything better than you."
"Sureeee."
* next few minutes /No7bQiaI0PE *
"Well... I'll admit you're a great singer." Jeff admitted.
"You're not so bad yourself.." I also confessed.
"I'll spare you for a bit."
"K."
"Poor Jeff..." The blonde chimed in.
I had totally forgotten about her until now.
I began to slowly pull out another knife.
"So..been busy lately, Jeff?"
"Yup."
"Killing?" I clutched the knife tighter.
"I don't know. I'm fucking high!"
"Again?!"
"Yup."
"High or drunk?"
"Perhaps both."
I facepalmed.
He walked over to me and took me knife. He tossed it out of my reach.
"Fuck... No matter." I pulled out another one.
"bitch please." I smirked.
He then took the knife and again tossed it away. However, he surprised me with what he did next. He kissed me..
My eyes widened as I pushed him off of me. I blushed deeply and tried to wipe my lips off where he had kissed me.
He grinned and chuckled. The blonde smiled again and winked at me.
"Damn it Jeff! Stop doing that!" I screamed as I wiped so hard I wiped my black lipstick off. I cursed in a rage.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me close.
"Come on Jane."
"Try anything else and I'll stab your fucking eyes out!" I sneered.
He tightly grabbed both of my wrists, leaned in, and kissed me again. I struggled to get away. I nervously glanced at the girl and blushed deeper.
As my blush deepened, so did the kiss. Jeff continued to deepen the kiss as time went by.
'What is he doing?! Is he that drunk?'
I thought.
'Ugh...it tastes like blood and alcohol...I can easily kick him in the balls...my heels will do the trick..I can get away, grab my knife, and stab him! But...what am I feeling?...why am I holding back?..'
He pulled back and smiled. This wasn't any kind of smile I've ever seen on him. No... This smile was a loving smile...but why?
He stared into my black eyes.
"I-...w-what?" I stuttered.
He chuckled.
"Good girl." He leaned in and licked up my cheek slowly with the tip of his tongue.
"Stop it!" I squeezed my eyes shut and blushed even more.
I opened my eyes and looked at the girl nervously.
"A little help over here?"
"Sure! What do you need help with?"
I mentally facepalmed. Was she that slow?
"He's trying to seduce me!"
He laughed again which caused me to bitch slap him.
He continued to laugh and appeared unaffected. He then leaned in and licked my lips.
"S-stop! Damn you! What are you trying to accomplish?
I-I'm not interested.."
"I think Jeff likes Jane!" The girl teased.
Jeff began to kiss up my neck. He gave me little love bites and then began to suck on my neck.
"Eh? Jeff. You're drunk again...please..."
"Jeff she doesn't like u so just be friends but you are beautiful Jeff." The girl suggested.
I was trying to decide whether or not to stab him. The girl was making me tempted enough to stab her too.
'It's just a little crush...nothing more... I can't let my emotions get the best of me...if I start to develop anything more for this fucker, I won't be able to kill him...'
"Oh but what about Nina?"
She frowned. I inferred she was speaking in third person.
Almost naturally, I leaned into his toxic kiss.
The girl approached Jeff.
"Jeff!" She whined. She pulled him off of me and kissed him.
I saw Jeff blush before pulling back.
Nina blew a kiss to Jeff. Haha. Skank.
"W-why are two girls kissing me at the same time?"
He asked while blushing harder.
I flipped Nina off while staring at Jeff blankly.
I don't know. It's rare to find nice people like you."
Nina answered.
Jeff nodded, obviously confused.
I then thought back to what I originally came to Jeff for. I had to kill that bastard! But why couldn't I do it?
Jeff sighed and sat down. He put his knife back in his sweatshirt pocket and pulled out his half full bottle of whiskey when his hand returned. He began to drink.
I scoffed.
"I knew you were drunk.." I remarked.
Nina sat beside Jeff like a puppy and kissed his cheek.
"Perhaps this would be a good time to kill Je-.. I-I mean... " I sighed.
"No!" She cried.
"Ha...not this Jeff...why would I kill him?"
"Oh ok."
"Jeff...you gotta stop drinking...it will kill you...
Ifidontkillyoufirst."
"No he's nice."
That's when I lost it.
" NICE?! LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO ME! NOT TO MENTION WHAT HE DID TO OUR FAMILIES AND THE REST OF HIS VICTIMS!..." I fought back tears.
"Oh awww.."
"God damn it! Look at what he did to the BOTH of us! You think I want to look like this? All of the innocents he slaughtered!"
"Oh right.."
I picked my knife up off of the floor.
"The fucker's probably drunk out of his mind right now.." I shook my head and stared at him as he continued to drink.
"Heh...why don't you go to sleep, Jeffy? Oh. Can't because of those eyes? Heh...I can fix that..."
I came behind him as Nina hugged him.
I raised my knife above him and laughed like a mad woman.
"I'm sorry Jane...I only wish I could take everything I've done back.." He had pain in his voice, but I didn't believe it for a second.
"THIS IS FOR EVERYTHING, YA SICK FUCKER!" I yelled.
Jeff lied down.
"Do what you want Jane...I don't care anymore.. I really don't.."
Nina stared intently at us.
"I'm not fighting a weakened prey. You're drunk out of your mind. I want you sober so you can feel everything.
"JUST KILL ME! AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE! I KILLED OUR FAMILIES AND DID THAT TO YOU! I CANNOT FORGIVE MYSELF! PLEASE! Just...do it..."
I stared at him puzzled. Was he just bluffing?
"Stop.." I gripped the knife tighter.
"Please!" Tears poured from his eyes.
He took my hand that had the knife in it and stabbed himself in the chest.
He fell back, moaning in pain.
Why would he do that?!
"JEFF!" I shrieked as I took out the knife. I scanned the room for Masky and Ben but they were no where to be found.
"it's just one stab..it's not enough to kill him..." I reassured myself. Nina's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"I-it's as if you're h-hitting the right place.." He weakly told me.
Tears formed in my eyes. I took the serial killer into my arms and stared into his never blinking eyes which were wider than ever. "Shit...the chest..I don't think he went deep enough to reach anything.." I took off his blood soaked hoodie and threw it to the side as I examined the wound.
I searched frantically around until I saw a piece of metal, matches, and wood.
"Nina...start a fire with those matches on the wood and put the metal over the fire...it'll stop the bleeding. I have to stay here with Jeff." I instructed her.
Jeff coughed hard.
"Stay with me Jeff..." A tear rolled down my snow white face.
"I-I can't.." He coughed yet again and continued those awful sounds of pain.
" You're the guy who has lived through fire, bullets, and stabs. I'll be damned if a single stab can kill you. Yes you can! Don't you dare even think that!" Another tear fell.
Jeff moaned in pain.
Isn't that what I wanted? What I longed to hear? Then why was it hurting so damn much?