Sometimes life was funny.
It was funny when you entered high school, planing on becoming someone who mattered and ending up the social loner. It amused you that some people went from boyfriend to boyfriend, while you hadn't even held hands. And that, after finally finding your people and the place where you belonged, it was all ripped away in a single night.
All these incidents didn't particularly make you burst out laughing. So may god forgive your not immediately keeling over from joy, when you woke up to the beautiful carved-in smile of Jeff the Killer, leaning over your face.
"It's 10am! You wanna snore through the whole damn day?!" the white-skinned psychopath exclaimed.
You blinked your heavy eyes. You had cried yourself into your dreams last night and sleep still had a grip on you. The manic and potential dangerous man in your room slowly sobered you up though, you distinctly remembered him making a fool of your kidnappers and chugging soda in the living room. And now, it seemed, he had visited you again.
"That's funny. And I didn't even tell you to go to slee-"
"No!" Masky interrupted from the hallway, "I will not have you say your brain-damaging motto inmyhouse!" his echo travelled closer until he stood in the doorway.
Jeff only gave him a look. "This isn't your house. It'sHIS," he said in an even tone.
Masky sneered and dismissed you both with a disdainful huff, walking away. Jeff turned to you again, his eyebrows on his forehead. "So," he said, "word is you're not American."
You stared up at him. The'word is'?What, the word between him, the blue-masked demon, and the other monsters beyond this house? He was talking like they had a whole community going out there. It made you rethink the severity of your situation real quick.
"Why don't you show me? Tell me something in German."
Tell him something in German? Oh, you could tell him something in German, alright.
Du könntest ihm sagen, wie sehr du ihn und seine hässliche Visage hasst und dass er vieles wäre, aber sicher nicht 'wunderschön'. Du würdest ihm außerdem noch mitteilen, dass all deine Freunde zu verlieren, entführt und mehrmals fast ermordet zu werden dich nachts wachhält und du aus diesem Grund gerne etwas länger geschlafen hättest alsbis 10 Uhr!
But of course, he wouldn't understand that.
You were still lying on the pieces of clothes you'd been sleeping in, propped up against the wall and Jeff was leaning over you with his hands on his waist. He was displeased by your lack of words and tried to frown. It looked more like a grimace than anything else, but you appreciated the effort. He hmpfed and let his eyes travel over your face. Maybe he was trying to look into your mind because you didn't talk, but Jeff wouldn't find anything of value there. Only contempt.
Then Toby's head poked through the door, "What are you doing?"
Jeff looked up, "Trying to get her to talk. But fuck," he grinned down at you, his eyes insanely wide, "she's tough."
The other boy lingered a moment and twitched his nose, "Just guh-get her over here." And he left.
Jeff stared boredly after him. "Welp," he said in a what-can-you-do voice, "looks like you're famous."
Before you had the opportunity to protest, the raven-haired male lifted you out of your pile and swung you over his shoulder. Then he started walking. You struggled weakly with clapping hands on his back but you knew that wouldn't change a thing. And so, you arrived pathetically at the living room, effectively functioning as Jeff's personal luggage.
"Oh look at that," he said into your ear after putting you down, "all your proxies are waiting for you." He was right. They were all standing in line.
Hoodie took a step forward, "Don't you take anything seriously?"
"Only on workdays," Jeff grinned. You didn't have the means to prove it, but you were getting surer by the minute about what horrid activities their 'workdays' included.
"Maybe you should reflect on that attitude. Why are you even here again?" said Masky and got all up in Jeff's business. He got a few inches on the smiling freak, but that didn't seem to faze him one bit.
"Oh yeah? Maybe you should reflect on your face," Jeff retorted, "It could use… a nice cut." His grin seemed to widen with his words.
This was escalating quickly. Masky was taking a breath, ready for a fight.
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"Wait," Hoodie interrupted his colleague halfway through his next insult.
Toby stirred also, "D-did you hear that?" he asked, his eyes darting around the room. You backed into the wall, scared of what might happen, and perked your ears.
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Masky noticed it too and threw his partners a questioning look.
"Hm?" Jeff hummed before he realized something and his eyes grew bigger, "Oh oh."
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CRASH
You ducked away from the pieces of front door that flew through the living room, opening your eyes to just make out a black-white flash aiming for Jeff and knocking him clean off his feet. He landed hard on the ground a short distance away… with a woman on top of him.
You stared at the display. She was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen. Her hair was dark black, not unlike Jeff's, but clean and shiny in the dim light. Soft curls flowed through it like waves in the ocean. She had a slim build, only wearing a black dress and high heels, yet she'd managed to pin the man to the ground and kept him there. Her pale-whitish skin adorned her big pitch black eyes lovingly, and her dark painted lips sneered as she held the knife to his throat. Her face looked like a doll's, but rather than makeup, you felt it were her natural features.
The girl was just so breathtaking, you couldn't avert your eyes. She seemed to embody everything Jeff always claimed to be.
"Now I have you," said the Snow White lookalike with barley disguised contempt.
"I expected you five minutes ago. You're losing your touch."
The girl roared and sent the knife flying down, but Jeff ducked out of the way and threw her off. Staggering, she tried again and her blade struck her opponent's. Inches away from each other, the crazed boy chuckled, "I wonder how much god must hate me." She swung again, another attempt - butcling- once moreonly weapons met, the force sending them apart. Jeff smiled cruelly, "For he created you."
"YOUCREATED ME!" she darted toward him at inhuman speed. They clashed together and a war erupted in the cabin. Knife to knife, Jeff and this mysterious woman fought, ramming into walls, jumping over furniture. At one point, the two headed straight over the kitchen's table, bringing down plates and cups with them. Wherever they went, it looked like a whole tornado had run its course.
This wasn't simply play fighting. They were going for their lives.
Hoodie and Toby watched them carefully from a safe distance, neither one saying a word. Masky looked on in disbelief, and so did you. The girl was putting everything she could possibly give into this fight, slashing and stabbing, screaming and crying, but Jeff was just as good. It was almost heart-wrenching to witness. As if something sad and hurting lay under all this anger. It was evident in her words, in her hysterical voice and desperate screams.
She seemed so full of hate. It was the first thing you related to here. A possible ally?
They went a few more rounds in their wrestling before appearing tired. Panting, she pushed herself away from him, "I am your personal hell, sent to wipe out everything you resemble from this planet." She kicked his knee hard and his legs gave out under him. Tumbling down together, she let her weight do the work. If Jeff didn't want a knife in his windpipe, he had to push her up with his hands on her arms, lying on his back.
"And I will not stop, Jeffrey!" she screamed tear-streaked, "Not until you're destroyed or I'm dead!"
Jeff held her up with shaking rage. "What. a. shitty. THUURSDAAAYY!" he exploded and pushed the woman off of him. She hurried to find her footing, but one second and Jeff was on top of her. Kicking and hitting they rolled around, a sputtering, cursing mess of emotions. Frightened, you searched for leadership. 'Your proxies' seemed to be just as helpless as you were at the moment.
"Ghaaah!" the girl cried out in pain when Jeff grabbed a fistful of her hair and banked her head on the wooden coffee table. A gushing wound at her temple ended the fight and both participants sank to the ground, huffing and puffing.
Although peace had been restored, the aftermath of their tussle still laid perceptible in the air and the tension was thick. Hoodie walked over to the bleeding girl and silently offered her his hand. Tired, she looked up at him, sighed defeatedly and took it. Helping her up, they made their way into the kitchen.
Masky took a few heavy breaths and imploded on Jeff, wanting to know what the hell just happened and if he'd volunteer building their house back up. Toby began straightening the furniture, even the TV had come crashing down. Neither killer seemed to demand your attention, so you sneaked after the brave woman who fascinated you so much.
In the kitchen, Hoodie was patching her up. She was sitting on the table brooding over her failure, a first aid kit lying next to her. When she saw you coming her eyes lit up, though. The man turned around too and gave you a long reading look, but otherwise led you proceed, going back to his work.
"You're this girl," she said carefully, "the one everyone's talking about."
You fidgeted were you stood in the doorway, embarrassed. Apparently Jeff was right, you had become famous within their ranks. A possible reason could be that - how did Toby put it -HEtook an interest in you. It was enough to keep your life, but all this attention coming from them couldn't be good.
The woman must have seen you staring because she chuckled sadly and hung her head, ashamed. "I didn't always look like that," she muttered, "Liquid Hate. An experimental, highly dangerous serum, invented to power up human abilities and turn them into super soldiers." She touched her face, her black eyes glittering strangely, "It came with… side effects."
You took a step closer, invested in her story.
"I was young and dumb, Jeff had just killed my parents and I had to earn money to support me and my sister. So, I signed up for donating my blood in some institution I had never even heard of. It was very sketchy and very secretive, but when you're in need those things don't matter to you. All that matters are your loved ones."
A tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away, "Turns out they didn't take my blood. They just enhanced it. I was their 26th attempt, the others had… failed. They hoped to create law-abiding super humans to decrease the crime rate. Once the serum flowed in my blood, everything changed. My blonde hair turned dark and my eyes lost all color. But it had worked. Suddenly, I could run faster than an athlete on steroids, I could lift men thrice my weight and I could heal quicker, even regenerate."
Hoodie cleaned the wound on her head with a cotton ball, and after the blood was gone, you could see it closing slowly. Your eyes widened at the miracle in front of you.
"This… goddamned serum may have turned me into a monster but it also gave me a new purpose. After Jeff destroyed my family I felt so incredibly helpless. How could I even hope to stop him? But with this power I have a chance. A real chance. To rid this world of evil and avenge my parents. I've been killing bad guys and trying to take him down ever since."
By now Hoodie had finished playing doctor and busied himself cleaning up the kitchen. He really led this girl have her time talking. It was almost… human.
"I may have my aversion about Jeffrey Woods but I'm no angel. For one and a half minutes I even understood him completely. The first moments right after the injection are characterized by violent episodes and certain urges." She looked up and met your eyes, "Urges to kill. I'd wanted to murder the whole institution, wipe them all out. These were good people. Yes, they made questionable choices but so did I. They didnotdeserve to die and I still wanted to do it."
She let her eyes fall again, down to her black painted nails, "I had killed half the staff that day. I still remember this intense feeling of wanting to do it so badly it almost tore me apart. When I awoke out of this trance, a man lied at my feet coughing blood, his head bashed in. There was ahammer in my hands."
She smiled at you and it was so unbelievably sad, you wanted to cry right with her, "I never hurt anyone again who didn't deserve it. But knowing what I'v done and knowing what Jeff had done. Is there really that much of a difference? I can't help but think I'm just as bad as him."
The tragic girl got off the table and started walking. "I'm Jane," she smiled. "You should really call them out if you feel like you're wronged. No one will hear you if you don't talk." She stopped in front of you. "I know they're scary but," you could see your reflection in her eyes, "the body can do amazing things once the mind's made up."
You mulled that over in your head and Jane left you standing in the kitchen. Afraid to lose a friendly face, you followed her but she was already at the exit. "Where did he go?" she asked Masky who was about to pick up a broken vase.
"I don't know, Jane," the man answered, sounding tired, "But at the end of the day, you'll find him. You always do."
The assassin nodded and gave you one last empathic look before bolting outside to fulfill the last calling she still had in life: Kill Jeff the Killer. Feeling miserable, you watched her leave. She had opened up to you so easily and revealed a whole new perspective about this place.
Maybe you weren't the only person whose situation was fucked up