Me: Finally back with Chapter 10! Once again, I'm sorry for the delay, I was taking final exams, but now they're over thank god!

Jeff: I hope you failed them all! That way you'll be like me…

Me: How? Beautiful yet retarded?

Jeff: NO! *growls*

Me: 'Kay wait! I'm sorry! Uh, you guys enjoy Chapter 10, I'mma escape Jeff's chase as long as I can. So read on guys!

"C'mon Jeff, let's go inside."

I was about to lift Jeff up, when I heard a growl from inside the house. I weakly turned my head to the hallway. An old man stood there, a rifle in hand. I sighed.

"Do I really have to take you out too, old timer?" I was annoyed, I wanted some rack.

"Get out of my house, you murderer!", the old man yelled. He fired his weapon at me, but I dodged it.

"Well, looks like I don't have much of a choice." I grinned, as the animal instinct took over me. I approached him slowly. He aimed again for me, firing 3 times, but I deflected them with my knife. I noticed he ran out of bullets, because he stopped shooting and started to panic. I flung my kitchen knife at him, plunging into his shoulder and sent him flying into the wall. He screamed in agony, clutching the knife as he tried to pull it out, but gave up. I guess he doesn't have the guts to feel a little pain…

I slowly pulled out my dagger out of him intentionally, to cause him more misery. He was begging me to stop, as blood seeped from his deep cut. I lifted his up with my blood-thirsty sword.

"Now then, let's find out how many colors are in your body, shall we?"

I could see fear in his eyes; tears swelling up in his eyes. I could feel the excitement rise, feeling more impatient by the millisecond. I flicked my knife down his throat; the ruby fluid gushing out. The man's eyes widened and gargling chokes resonated from his mouth. Music to my ears…

His arms and legs twitched violently. I felt disappointed.

"Man, not much up here. How about…HERE!?", I said, stabbing him above the chest and dragging down my blade to his abdominal area. Out of pure fear and pain, he spat blood onto my face, making me flinch. My anger rise escalated slightly.

"You bitch, don't interrupt me while I'm making art!"

I forced the deep gash open, and cracks could be heard from the ribs. I gazed inside; the heart was beating weakly and the blackened lungs were starting to fail.

"Well, looks like we have lots of red, and some black here. Not many colors to paint with, but it will do. HahahaHAHAHAHA!"

I raised my knife to begin my masterpiece, when a hand from behind grabbed my wrist. I looked around and hissed, baring my teeth.

"Hey chill already, he's dead."

I gasped and loosened slightly, as Jeff released me. I WANT TO KILL, TO FINISH MY CREATIVE BEAUTY! Dang it, I could control this before, why can't I now? Guess Slender isn't as omniscient as I thought he was.

"C'mon Jacks, you can finish later, I wanna get some shut eye."

But technically, you can't close your eyes, can you? Again, the irony.

I ground my teeth in frustration, and jabbed my knife into the floorboards, feeling desperate. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Fiiinnne," I slurred, feeling frail all of a sudden.

I weakly stood up, my knees wobbling a bit. My legs couldn't support my body weight, and I slumped to the cold floor, as my surroundings blackened…

I sighed and yawned loudly than usual. I fluttered my eyes at the burning light pouring through the window. I arched my back to stretch and suddenly froze. I slowly turned my gaze down to my waist. A white hand embraced me, his body pressed against mine. I stiffened for a split second but relaxed; feeling comfortable by his side. I reached behind me, feeling a few strands of his long, raven-black hair. I pulled them over to my face, admiring every single detail. It has a few split ends and slightly tangled, but I didn't care. It's perfect…

I rested my blood-dried hand on his, closing my eyes blissfully.

I'm just gonna stay here for a few minutes with him, then I'll find some snacks. Wait, hold on…

I reached into my hoodie, remembering I'd taken 2 Dorito bags from the small inn. I'll save one for Jeff when he wakes up. But for now…

(…)

Okay, 10 minutes is enough. I need to find food. I hope I didn't wake him up with my exaggerated yawn…

I carefully slipped out of Jeff's embrace, not wanting to wake him up. He was wearing the same damp cloth over his eyes. Doesn't he feel uncomfortable without eyelids? Oh, whatever.

I looked around; the corpse from last night was lying lifeless behind us. Jeff must have been too tired to take me to a room. Now that I think about it, right after I had that 'killer adrenaline rush' last night, I lost my strength rather quickly.

A cold chill ran down me, thinking about the fact that I was becoming more abnormal by the day.

I took a deep breath and proceeded into what looked like the kitchen. Sink, stove and fridge, the usual stuff. I raided the fridge, taking out a raw steak and a bottle of beer. Honestly, I've never tried beer before, but, I'll give it a shot, see how it's like.

I found a frying pan inside one of the cabinets, started up the stove and began to fry up the steak. I stretched back, as I couldn't before and yawned loudly again. I look at the beer and snatched it off the counter. I popped the cap off and swallowed two gulpfuls. It tastes kinda weird…

I flipped the meat, not taking my eyes off the bottle. Let me try that again…

I took 3 big gulps this time, and looked around me; my vision getting slightly blurry and spinning my surroundings enough to confuse me. Is this what it's like to be drunk? Feels kinda fuuunnn….

"Jacks, what are you doing?"

"Nothiiiinnng…"

Me: *whispering*Aw shit, what you guys think's gonna happen? Leave a review and next week you'll find out if you're right! Oh, I'm whispering 'cause Jeff's still looking f-

Jeff: NOT ANYMORE!

Me: AHHH! SEE YOU GUYS LATER! JEFF STOP, I'M SORRY! ^.^