Chapter 2
Jeff the Killer
That was last night.
I have absolutely no idea why Azrael chased after me. All I know is that I either did something that bothered her (even though I've only known her for about one day) or she's a psycho. Well, I can't exactly call her a psycho since most people think of me that way. Ugh, I just want to sleep, but I can't get over last night. I will devour you soul. Her words continue to echo in my mind. Just as I begin to grasp how serious this situation may become, Masky bursts in the room.
"JEFF!" He screams at me.
"What?! Jeez, bro, you scared the sh-"
"It's BEN. H-he's…" Masky stutters.
As soon as I hear the name I jump off the sofa and up the stairs to my room.
In there, on the carpet, is BEN. Still and silent.
"N-no…" I say. That was my bro, whoever did this—. Azrael. That bitch.
I run downstairs, grab a large knife, and run past Masky. I run outside and into the forest. I don't know where that demon is, but when I find her, she's gonna go the FUCK to sleep.
"Hello." A feminine voice nearby says.
"AZRAEL!" I shout and turn around knowing that she'll be there. Except, she's not.
A young woman, a few years older than I maybe, with wavy black hair with black leather clothes to match, sits on a tree stump. Her eyes, they're like pieces of charcoal shoved into sockets.
"Hello," She says again, tossing her hair. "My name's Jane. It seems as though my servant, has failed to retrieve you. So, I've come to do it myself. Maybe it's time you've gone to sleep, Jeff. But I have you know, you won't wake up."