Author's Note: Second chapter, and I already have some follows and favorites. I'm happy! :D Here's another chapter. I may or may not get one out for Fear, so be patient.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jeff the Killer. I do, however, own my characters and plot and all that.
Drake was unable to speak, unable to run to Toralei, unable to move at all. He just stood there, mouth gaping open in shock and horror. He knew that Jeff had a creepy smile, but he never expected this... The pale visage and sliced grin, it all looked so much worse in real life. The insane sneer he saw in pictures, though, seemed to be somewhat lacking. He was not murdering. He was simply there, as if he had no other purpose in life other than to kill. Then a shockwave of terror ripped down his spine as Jeff took a step toward Toralei. How could she even stand being so close to him? Here was a crazy, uncontrollable serial killer who was fully capable of slitting her throat, and yet she just... stood there. She looked perfectly calm, as if she did this all the time. She did look slightly wary of him, though, and this calmed Drake a bit. "You're late."
"I know. I had to shake someone off. I don't think they've followed me here."
"Excuses."
"Yes."
Just then, Jeff's gaze wandered from her face and settled on the door to the room where Drake was concealed. He'd bumped the door a little, and it creaked loudly. Drake winced. Please don't let them find me...
"What was that?"
"I'll check it. As I recall, you have a rather troublesome habit of killing everything that bothers you." Jeff rolled his eyes. He had not blinked the entire time. Then again, he didn't exactly have eyelids.
Drake couldn't move, for fear of making more noise than was necessary. He knew he was caught, and he didn't have any idea what Toralei would do when she found him. Throw him to Jeff? She'd never do that, she was his friend... He also never thought she'd talk with a murderer, either.
He jumped when Toralei opened the door, being so lost in his thoughts. There was no surprise in her eyes. Only irritation and worry. Drake realized that she'd known he was there the entire time. She didn't want to tell Jeff, because she didn't want to set him off. "What are you doing here? You could get yourself killed, you know!" she whispered as quietly as she could.
"How did you know I was following you?"
"I'm not an idiot, Drake. And you're not exactly the most stealthy of people, either."
Drake opened his mouth, but Toralei clamped her hand over it before a single sound could escape. "I'll tell you later. Right now, you need to get out of here. Open the window and climb down. We're only a floor up. If you fall, it won't be too bad. Just say that you fell, if anyone asks, and be vague about where and when. You can't tell anyone about this. You hear me? No one. If you tell a single soul, you'll be dead within the hour. Understand?" She spoke quickly and quietly.
Drake just nodded. He knew that if he tried to talk, it would be a question. There wasn't time for her to answer. He hurried to the window-never mind the creaking-and opened it as quietly as he could.
"I'll cover for you." With those four words, she had turned and disappeared into the gloomy hallway.
Drake gulped and looked down. Perhaps a ten-foot drop loomed in front of him. If he could get at least halfway down, he'd probably get nothing more than a bruise. He'd rather leave through the door, but anything was better than Jeff finding him here. He tested his grip on the side of the old house. Partially rotted, but it would hold. He climbed out of the window and started down the treacherous wall. He made it about six feet down before his grip gave way, and after confirming the bruise forming on his back, he set off for home, his mind whirling with questions.
