(Third Person Limited Sierra's POV)

"No. No. Please mom. Please wake up."

Sierra shook her mother's lifeless body in hopes that maybe that would work. Yet her mom had not opened her dark eyes yet.

"Mom," Sierra sobbed desperately, "Mom please. This isn't funny anymore. Please. Wake up."

Her mom still did not move. The crying girl got a bucket of water and splashed it on her mother in hopes that the cold shock would wake her. Yet it didn't. Instead, the moment the water touched her mother's skin, it changed from clear to red. The water was gone, only to be replaced by blood.

"Mom! No! Mom!"

Sierra struggled to grab her mom as snow fell from the empty sky. Giant, freezing, white flecks pounded around Sierra, turning the once endless floor into a lake of snow.

"Mom!" Sierra called out, crawling through the land of snow that she now was in. Her mother was at the top of a snow mountain, and the daughter was determined to be reunited with her mother. Sierra was so close to being reunited, almost at the top of the mountain, when it all gave way and she was falling.

Falling through darkness, her mother gone. Sierra screamed as warmth flooded around her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see. She couldn't feel. No. She could feel. She felt moisture, a liquid. Sierra forced her eyes open and saw red. A deep red liquid surrounded her. Sierra kicked and flailed and hovered and kicked and crawled and kicked some more. Finally her head broke the surface of the liquid.

Sierra took in a large gasp of air, ignoring how her eyes burned from the liquid blinding her.

"Mom!" she screamed out while flailing her arms and kicking in an attempt to stay above the red liquid, "Mom!" It seemed as though the more she kicked, the thicker the liquid became, transitioning from a sloshing, fast liquid to a very thick, slow moving liquid. Sierra forced her eyes open, ignoring the awful burning sensation that followed, and ignored how the liquid seemed to ooze down her face.

Blood. Blood everywhere. She was in the center of an endless sea of blood. The sky was a mildewy
orange-ish-red color. There wasn't land in sight. Sierra flailed her arms as she kicked violently.

"Help! Help! Anybody! Somebody! Help me!"

Sierra heard a loud splash and looked to her right. Someone was swimming toward her. Sierra tried her hardest to meet them but it was as if the blood was tuning into quicksand blood.

"Help!" Sierra attempted to scream, her voice becoming hoarse.

"Help."

Sierra's legs moved ever so slowly and her arms seemed to slow down just as quickly. Yet the quick-sand blood sloshed and formed waves around her, and the person swam to her just as fast, their arms the only body part she could identify coming towards her.

"Help," Sierra croaked out one finale time as her head went under the surface of the thick sea of blood.

Sierra felt arms wrap around her waist. The arms were gentle, yet strong as they held her. Sierra squeezed her eyes shut as the two moved through the blood, but it seemed as though she wasn't moving. The one holding her was guiding her through the sea, yet no matter how hard she told her limbs to move, they simply would not obey. Sierra let her body relax and be guided by her savior.

Finally they broke above the water and Sierra allowed herself to be pulled onto the tile floor. She laid on the small white tiles of the bathroom floor crying, her blood drenched clothes getting the liquid everywhere. Sierra didn't dare open her eyes, in case the burning sensation got worse. She sobbed as she heard the sound of a shower running and allowed herself to be held as she sat in the tub. She was cold once more despite the water being so soothing and warm.

"Dead. They're dead," Sierra sobbed out as the water rushed over her. The drain was becoming clogged with long, matted, dirty blonde hair and thick blood clumps.

"I know," a gentle male's voice spoke.

Sierra sobbed loudly, the water rushing over her face and blending with the tears and blood that streamed down her body.

"I'm sorry," the voice mumbled into her ear.

Sierra turned in the direction of her savior. Slowly forcing her blood-caked-dried eyes open, she saw the man with a bleach-white face and a forced bloody smile.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Ya know, I really hate it when you scream. Normally I find screams amusing, but yours just irritate my ears," a familiar sarcastic male's voice commented.

Sierra only now realized that she was sitting upright on a mattress, just moments before she was sobbing in the shower. She turned to the owner of the voice and gasped.

Sitting with his back against the wall in a reclining position and his legs bent at the knees, Jeff resided against the opposite wall as her. His thick brown locks feel unceremonially around his white face, covering the sides of his permanent smile. The unevenly cut hair laid behind and over his tones shoulder and collar bones. The white skin of his face blended into the regular peach skin of his neck, with a few clearly white drops of white on his collar bones. Jeff's strong muscular arms rested on his knees, turned inwards so he would be able to fold his hands between his up knees. A large clean butcher knife resided at his side. The teen stared at her with a frown. His eyebrows were slightly pulled downwards and together, shading over his dark and serious eyes.

Sierra noticed another thing about his as well, that caused her face to heat up drastically. He was shirtless, his muscular bare chest facing her as well. Sierra knew she was blushing, blushing so much and so badly that he likely saw it too. Her eyes darted up to his face for a split second before going to back the bare chest.

'Oh yeah. He noticed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He was smirking at me. Oh my fuck. What the hell. Jesus Christ. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.'

Sierra couldn't help but continue to look at the muscular, toned abdomen. Then… she noticed something else.

'Scars?'

Sierra's eyes squinted as she focused more on the shades on skin on the chest rather than how muscularly toned the male was. And what she saw scared her more than his permanent smile ever had. Scars. Scars everywhere. There were light ones and dark ones, all in slash marks. They were thin, wide, small, and large. They were clean cut, and ragged cut. They were all different directions. One large jagged one resided from around his left shoulder blade, down his chest, down his stomach and wrapped around downwards his right hip, the rest vanishing into his black jeans. The scars looked as though they came from whips, chains, knives, nails, axes, bike chains, and more.

Sierra stared at the scars, her awed blushing face going to one of shock, fear, concern, and sadness.

"Y-your chest…"

She looked up at the white face to see it in a tight scowl, no longer a confident smirk. His eyes were guarded and angry, his lips in a sneer.

"Can I have my hoodie back now," Jeff grunted.

Sierra looked down at the mattress to see that his white blood-stained hoodie was indeed laying in a heap next to her, wrapped around the ratty blanket she had slept with as well.

'The hell?'

Sierra grabbed the disgusting hoodie and whipped it at her perpetrator.

'Did he cover me with that… that… thing?! That repulsive, mocking, arrogant-'

"You're not supposed to be in here! You said you would sit outside until morning!" Sierra barked out.

Jeff caught the hoodie with one hand and slipped it over his scared abdomen as he stood up. Sierra wasn't sure if she was disappointed to no longer be able to gaze at the attractive, muscularly toned chest; or if she was grateful she would no longer have to view all the scars that caused her to feel sympathy for the murderer.

"It's past morning," he grunted.

The confused and flustered teen looked at the cracks between some of the wall boards. The sun shone brightly into the shack.

"Actually, it's almost noon," Jeff commented.

Sierra looked up at Jeff as he stood glancing through the cracks of the walls. Once again, she felt thoroughly confused. Where was the threats? Where was the car? Where was the other guys? Where was the evil murderer? Who the hell was this guy?

"I let you sleep in… figured you might be tired," he stated in the same calm monotone. Sierra continued to stare up at him. Jeff turned to look down at her and their eyes locked. Sierra felt heat on her cheeks and quickly turned her head away from him and stared at the dirt floor.

"I want to leave soon, so get ready."

Sierra swore at him inside her cluttered mind.

'Rude! Like I have any choice in if we leave or not and when. And get ready? Get ready?! What am I supposed to get ready?! Because I packed a full suitcase and need to put my clothes away. Asshole!'

Sierra crawled to the end of the mattress and stood up to stretch while leaning against the wall. Her eyes drifted sideways though as she watched her kidnapper occupy himself.

'He's putting the medical supplies in his pockets? For what? Does he plan on using them again?'

"Nneeg~," Sierra winced out and quickly brought her arms down from stretching. A place under her arm and to the side of her breast had sent a throbbing pain throughout her.

"Are you okay," the boy's monotone voice asked.

"Fine," Sierra grunted out while holding her ribs.

She ignored Jeff's questioning stare as he stood back up, having completely stuffed the left-over medical supplies into his pants pockets. Said arrogant teen walked over to the door, unlatched it, and held it open while standing off to the side. A cold autumn breeze entered through the door and danced around Sierra.

Using the wall as support and being careful to not drag her broken ankle, Sierra limp-walked out the door and into the mid-day air. The sun was high in the sky, birds were flying and singing, little forest creatures scampered about, the wind danced with fallen leaves gracefully, and trees stood tall and proud.

Sierra would have thought this was a beautiful autumn day and would have basked in it, if not for the awful knowledge that she wasn't free to. No. Sierra wasn't free to do anything. She had been kidnapped. Her parents murdered. And now the kidnapper, who was also her parent's murderer, was forcing her to go to another location which she knew nothing of.

Sierra closed her eyes and looked up at the top of her dark inner-eye lids, trying to prevent any production of tears. She was not going to cry. She refused.

"Coming?"

The question snapped her out of her thoughts. Jeff stood a couple feet away, his hands in his hoodie pocket, his face void of emotion except questioning.

"Y-yeah," Sierra stuttered out and began to go towards him. He stood still and waited for her to meet his location, which only seemed to infuriate Sierra.

'Is he being polite or is he making sure I won't make a run for it… Probably the later.'

Sierra kept her head down, focusing on the ground in front of her where she stepped. She had to be careful where she stepped/hopped as she grabbed onto each passing tree for support. Her kidnapper walked casually next to her, keeping with her slow movement pace. The two walked in silence for all of ten minutes before Jeff stopped her by placing his arm in front of her.

Sierra froze, unsure of what to do and what this meant. She gripped the tree she was holding onto and stared down at the hand that was uncomfortably close to her waist. Then, the hand pointed to the left. Sierra picked her head up and looked in said direction and gasped lightly. A doe, a beautiful doe was nibbling on some berries almost 30 feet away. Despite the incredible sight, Sierra's stomach grumbled loudly just at that moment from the thought of food. The doe's head picked up, stared at them for a moment, and then elegantly walked father away from them.

"Your hunger scared her away. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Sierra turned her head to the teen, attempting to give a very intimidating glare, but was unable to. Jeff was not glaring at her or looking down upon her, no. Jeff was smirking at her, his eyes light.

Sierra turned her head forward and began walking away from him with frustration in each of her hop-steps.

'Stupid idiot. Thinks he can just crack some joke and everything will be fine. Thinks if he lets me sleep alone and wraps my ankle that everything will be okay. Thinks he can just toy with my head. Dumb ass idiot thinks he can-'

"OOWWEE!"

Sierra yelped out as pain shot through her ankle, rocketing through her leg, as she fell forward. Sierra snapped her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, preparing for impact on the muddy cold ground.

But she never hugged the ground.

"You're a bit clumsy, aren't you?"

Sierra's eyes snapped open as she realized she had fallen onto a white surface. Her eyes widened considerably as she realized he was leaning again a murderer's back, his arms held back at his sides, brushing her thighs.

"Let me go!" She shrieked.

"And a bit feisty too," he replied in an amused tone. Sierra began to try and step back away from him but yelped out in pain. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Fiery burned in Sierra's eyes. She began to pound on her capturer's should blades and back.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me-YEEP!"

In one quick jumping-motion, Sierra wasn't leaning again Jeff's back. No, Sierra had wrapped her arms around his neck in fear of falling. Her butt sat on an invisible seat as her legs were wrapped around his waist, the underside of her thighs supported by his arms. Then, they began to move.

"Wh-what do you think y-you're d-doing?"

"Carrying you," Jeff replied simply. Sierra ignored the heat on her cheeks as she tried her hardest to control her rapidly beating heart.

" Let. Me. GO!" Sierra commanded, practically shrieking on the last syllable.

"Excellent nails-on-chalk-board impression," was his only reply.

Sierra huffed and bagged her head on his, only to wince in awful pain and squeeze her eyes shut. She clutched the fabric in front of her hands tightly, which happened to be right above his chest as well.

"You're never going to heal if you continue," the boy's voice echoed in her head. Sierra let out a small yelp as the world bounced for a moment, presumably Jeff jumping over something.

Sierra grunted lightly as she comprehended her current situation. She was being carried by her kidnapper, who was also a murderer. They were in the woods with no other buildings in sight. There was no chance of getting help at the moment, and she had no idea where she was being taken. Her kidnapper was a very strong, arrogant, confusing teenager who enjoyed toying with her mind.

'Maybe… Maybe I can use this to my advantage… If he thinks I trust him, and if he trusts me… then it will be easier to escape when I finally have the opportunity. Despite being an asshole, and completely insane, he doesn't seem unreasonable. …'

"Jeff?" Sierra began in a light questioning tone.

"Hmm?"

Sierra smiled her brightest smile, which is he was looking, he would be able to tell it was fake. But it didn't matter if the smile looked fake, it simply needed to sound real.

"Could you please let me down?"

The built teen stopped for a moment in his walking, only to do a slight jump as he readjusted Sierra on his back.

"No."

Sierra's face contorted into that of astonished rage.

'That no good, mother fucking, sick, insane, irrationally disgusting,-'

"Can't risk you getting hurt again."

Sierra stopped in her mental ranting of him.

'Can't?... Can't risk… me getting hurt again?...'

"What do you mean," she questioned softly.

"I don't know how to help you if you hurt yourself any more. Like I said before, not really my thing. If you break your ankle worse than it already is, you'll have to wait a couple hours until I can get somebody who knows what they are doing to look at it."

Sierra thought about this for a moment. Clearly healing was not his thing, no. Killing, that was his thing. But was he actually concerned about her getting hurt again? Sierra wanted to ask, but that was not what came out of her mouth.

"Yeah, because let's not forget the one who actually broke it."

'What the fuck is wrong with me?! When did I get so bold!?'

Silence. Jeff did not respond.

'No witty comments? Nothing sarcastic? Not even some prideful agreement? Nothing?'

No. Nothing. Jeff said nothing. It was quiet with only the crunching of the leaves and twigs under Jeff's shoes with each step he took. Silence filled with awful tension.

'Well it's true…' Sierra wanted to squeak out, but didn't. Instead she looked at the back of her capturer's head. His hair crossed in messy brown lock. He had split ends with unevenly cut strands. It was as if he hadn't gotten a hair cut in years, or as if a little girl had taken a pair of safety scissors to his head. Sierra guessed the first option. Yet despite the awful hair style, the hair itself looked surprisingly healthy. It shined as the sun brought out the natural highlights, and looked smooth as well. In fact, it looked as if it would be practically silky-soft if Sierra ran her fingers through it. To prevent herself from doing such an act, the mentally confused and emotionally conflicted girl clutched the fabric in her hands tightly.

The two continued in silence, one walking and the other resting. Sierra observed the nature around her while her mind explored all the different things that had happened in the past two days.

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A/N

Hey! It's me again! That annoying author who has messed up ideas and a strange representation of Jeff The Killer! What do you think of my version of Jeff? He's not some completely bat-shit-crazy psychopath. But he's not this completely chill guy either. He goes back and forth. xD . Idk. But anyways.

This chapter is a lot longer than my past chapters. Not sure how I feel about it. Do you guys prefer longer chapters tor shorter chapters? I;m sorry I haven't updated in awhile, but lots of comments might make me want to update faster!