Jeff, Rose, and Ash
Listen, the only reason I am writing this, is because I love Jeff the killer! And I had to show off my people. :)
*Rose's P.O.V*
I was woken up with a crash. I sat up, and looked over at my best friend, Ash. She was also up and wide awake, and she was staring at me. We both got up, and I watched as she grabbed her lighter and bat, and I grabbed my knife from under my pillow and slowly went downstairs. You would expect us to be normal, but anyone you ask, they would say we were the opposite of normal. I had bloody red hair, literally. I used blood to die my hair. I had black eyes, and scars on my body from long ago. My secret, I killed people with rose bushes and thorny vines. Ash was like me, strange. She had ashy, white hair, which was her normal hair color. Her eyes were orange/ red. Her way of killing: As long as she had her lighter, people turned to ash by her. Our goal in life: Kill. Another crash brought me out of my train on thought, so I hurried down the stairs silently, Ash following me. I silently turned the corner of the hallway, into the kitchen, where i heard... Humming? I tilted my head slightly and whispered to Ash, "Who the hell would come in here, and hum?" She shrugged, not talking. I rolled my eyes and looked into the kitchen, only to stare into a pair of insane eyes.
*Jeff's P.O.V*
I stared into a pair of black eyes, then snapped out of it and tried to stab her with my lucky knife. I guess it wasn't so lucky, because she quickly dropped to the floor, and before i even knew it, I was hanging upside down by a thorny vine. The red head got up, and she looked at me closely, then she smirked, and said, "Never thought I would meet you." The ashy head beside her rolled her eyes, and she glared at me. I attempted to glare back, but with no eyelids and forever smiling made it hard to do.
*Ash's P.O.V*
Holy shit. I stared at Jeff, not believing myself or my eyes. 'He is not here, Me and Rose are still asleep, and me and her will get up tomorrow, and HE WILL BE GONE!' I screamed into my head, as I continued to stare at him, wondering if my head was on right, and if I and Rose were going to live through the night.
