Demon In Training
Chapter 1- Zhi's POV
Kidnapping
I had decided to skip dinner, or rather Tumblr, CreepyPasta, and Fanfiction decided for me... I've admittedly become obsessed with Jeff the Killer...again. I've been obsessed before, but after a while of incorporating him into everything it faded, and now it's back, I even brought him into a Hetalia RP...Anyway, it was closing in on midnight, so I figured I'd close up my laptop and go to sleep, but that apparently was not to last long. I was woken at around 2 am by the crackling of my Budk door and window pull alarm, luckily my room was far from anyone else, so I was the only one to wake from it. Of course I got out of bed to see who was breaking into my room, turning on my bedside lamp to see the intruder. That was a big mistake, I was unable to see due to the sudden flash of light, and was in the perfect place to be tackled from the window. As my head landed on a pile of clothes my eyes adjusted, at least allowing me to see who had attacked me...
"Who the hell!? Oh...heyyy...wait...you're real?"
"Of course I am! Most stories are based off truth y'know. Now, GO TO SLEEP!" My obsession said, raising his knife high.
"No, you just woke me up, I wont be able to for hours now..." I replied calmly.
"What. Wait, why aren't you afraid of me?" Jeff asked, still holding the knife high.
"Why should I be? You're one of my favorite CreepyPasta characters, also you let your guard down at a crucial moment." I say, grinning wide and drawing his attention to the gun I had pressed to his stomach, "You can stab and slice all you want, but one pull and we'll both be goners."
"Heh, you're good, I suppose I could let you live...for now." He said, lowering the knife, getting off me, and settling into my light green office chair,"I'm hungry, go make me a sandwich."
"No! Fuck you, go make your own sandwich you asshat!" I half assed yelled, getting up and pointing at my door.
"How about no? I'm the 'guest', you should do it" he retaliated.
"You're an intruder, not a guest. I wont make you anything, but I will however 'show' you to the kitchen..." I say, grabbing the collar of his hoodie and dragging him down the stairs to the kitchen, not waiting for him to get his footing on the stairs and dumping his ass on the tile floor in front of the fridge. As I go sit down at the breakfast bar Jeff jumps up and begins raiding the fridge and cupboards, grumbling about having to make his own food.
"So, why did you decide to break into my house, of all the nice places on the block?" I ask, swinging my legs.
"Well it happened to look like the least likely to have an actual security system. I can see I was wrong..." he replied, getting his sandwich ready and beginning to pull out a plate.
"Actually you were right, we don't have a security system, had you have gone through a window in a different room you would have been able to come in quietly. Also, don't bother with a plate, just use a paper towel like a normal person." I explain, causing him to put the plate back and grab a paper towel, sitting on the bar stool across from me.
"Well, that would've been nice to know beforehand." Jeff growled between bites.
"What? Am I supposed to be as stupid as everyone else and put a sign in my windows, declaring it the only room with some sort of alarm? I don't think so!" I ask rhetorically, slapping my hand on the bar top.
"Yes, that would be lovely actually." he says, grinning for real at me.
"Can I...can I just high-five your face?" I ask.
"Ooh, bitch has got some bite," Jeff says, faking a flinch,"so, you obviously know who I am, what's your name?"
"Why do you wanna know, and why should I tell you?" I inquire, looking at him skeptically.
"Because I chose not to kill you, and it's nice to know the name of whom one is speaking to."
"fine, my name's Zhi, it used to be Zenith, but I switched to my first middle name Erezhi and took off the first three letters." I reply, needlessly explaining my switch.
"Zhi, huh? That's cool, whaddya mean by 'first' middle name?" Jeff inquired.
"Well I suppose you could count it as a second first name as well, my full name is Zenith Erezhi Marie Naketh. My mom insisted on two middle names just in case I didn't like Zenith when I got older." I explain, silently wondering if he really thought it was "cool".
"That's kinda odd, I've never met anyone with two middle names..." he said, finishing his sandwich.
"I doubt you ask your victims their name before you slit their throat so..."
"Well I don't always go for the slit throat approach, sometimes I like to make a kill interesting"
"You know what I mean." I say, tilting my head in an annoyed fashion and sliding off my stool, and heading upstairs once more.
"Yeah, I know, but that doesn't mean I can't be a smart-ass." he retorts, sliding off as well and throwing away the paper towel, following me back up, "where are you going?"
"Upstairs, to try and get back to sleep..."
"Haha, no. Get your shit packed, you're coming with me."
"Like hell I am! I'm not going anywhere with a serial killer, no matter how awesome."
"Damn right I'm awesome, and suit yourself, I'll just have slender come and get it all." Jeff demands, rushing at me and jumping out my window, throwing me over his shoulder.
"Goddammit! Let me go!" I loudly whisper, clawing at his back, not wishing to wake anyone in the neighborhood.
"Mmm, no. I gave you your chance to get your stuff and go without a problem, you're coming with me whether you like it or not." he chuckled, starting for the forest down the block.
"Why do I even need to come with you in the first place?! I fucking fed you instead of shooting you like I could've! You ungrateful little-!"
"Ungrateful? Let me remind you that I could have shredded your neck, but didn't, when I had the chance, you're the ungrateful little shite here. Besides, you should be glad I'm taking you!" he said, turning me around on his shoulder so we're facing the same way.
"Glad?! I'm being kidnapped by a killer! Who would be happy about that?! And where the hell are we going?" I asked, looking around at the trees, and briefly looking at his hoodie pocket.
"Don't even think about it, I don't take kindly to being stabbed with my own knife. We're going to the mansion, and so far, you haven't actually struggled to much, you've just been whisper-yelling at me. Why are you so quiet anyway? There's no need here, we're far enough away from the street that you could scream and most likely not be heard..." Jeff pointed out.
"I've never been very loud...There's been one time where I'd spoken above my normal tone for a long time, my normal tone tends to be quiet to others. Anyway, speaking above normal when paired with laughing, I ended up losing my voice for a week..." I replied, hanging my head in embarrassment.
"Seriously? You're just that naturally quiet? That's amazing! I should've snatched you up sooner. Have you ever thought of being a murderer?" Jeff inquired excitedly.
"I've...thought about it, yes, but I'm afraid of being caught and I'm sad to say that I'm rather weak in the physical department..." I answered.
"That can be fixed. How much weight can you lift? How many push ups are you capable of doing? Sit ups?"
"Uh...maybe ten pounds? Somewhere around 15 sit ups...and no push ups whatsoever..." I replied, still keeping my head down.
"Oh...well damn, you really weren't joking with the whole 'weak' thing, huh? Well... we can still fix that, though I suppose it'll take a while." Jeff said, reaching over and placing his hand on my shoulder.