Jeff's POV

"Fight me, or I blow her brains out!" Randy threatened, banging the gun against the window.

I was afraid the pistol would accidentally trigger and shoot Jane. I could feel my knees beginning to give out on me, but I forced myself to show a strong front.

Jane didn't look scared, she just narrowed her eyes at the potential threat.

I had to oblige to his demands, Randy and I both knew I would end up fighting him. If I didn't fight him, Jane would die. However, if I fought him I might die, or worse, go crazy and kill everyone I've ever known. Which was worse?

What happened next is something we did not expect. Jane had taken a huge knife, which looked like a kitchen knife and pierced it through the screening. Before Randy could react, his grip fell limp and he dropped the gun.

His eyes bulged, and an unappealing vein popped out from underneath his skin, "You whore! You cut my damn hand off!" he screeched. I could tell he wanted to swear his head off, but didn't.

(To you younger readers, there will be more swearing past this point. You have been warned.)

A normal person would've screamed at the severed hand, but I stared at the bloodied knife. I felt something in my brain jump, as I watched the crimson liquid lowly drizzle down the edges of the knife. The blood...

It's pretty. I mean, what? Terrible! It's terrible!

What was this temptation, and why have I never felt this before? I've seen blood so many times before, and I never had a crazed feeling this intense. Ever since Jane arrived, something inside me has changed. I tried to rack my brain for what exactly had even triggered these feelings.

I wasn't a fan of horror movies, and In my opinion, I'm a pretty chill guy. What even brought my obsession with blood, anyways?

Jane's voice brought me back from my thoughts, and I noticed Randy's horrified expression as he stared at his hand that was now laying on the ground. Her voice sounded cold and murderous, "Gentlemen, I suggest you run. Before I sever something... else." Jane cooed with a wicked smile, pretending to lick her own knife. I shivered at that.

Randy was still screaming in pain, but he turned to Keith, "Keith. Hospital. Now." he managed, picking up his fleshy hand, as the pair hobbled away. Jane snickered then turned to me, "I told you I could handle it." she smiled, her eyes were now warm and kind. Was Jane bipolar?

I was speechless, and so was she. I thought Jane was weak, and used most her time playing games and watching cartoons, but apparently she was a master with the knife.

After a long silence Jane flicked me in the head lightly, "Jeff, I've been thinking. I want to go see my parents..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

I nodded, "Go on. You're not my babysitter. I'll be here when you come back." I answered, waving at her to be on her way.

She looked happy, then turned away, "Be back soon. Don't go to that party, Jeff. I don't know if you're all clear yet." and she opened the door, running down the driveway and across the street.

I sighed as she was out of sight. Finally, I could just relax, and forget about all this killer nonsense. I decided to get some sleep, the party wouldn't be over for another few hours, and I didn't feel like catching up on my favourite television show.

I went upstairs, the old house creaked at my advance, and I made my way to my room. I peeled off my hoodie, and threw it at my desk chair, not caring where it landed. I practically fell into the bundle of blankets, making a burrito blanket. You know when you're wrapped in a bundle of sheets that it looks like a human burrito? Yeah, it's surprisingly comfortable, and makes me feel safer.

Don't judge.

I felt everything around me grow very big, and dark spots danced in front of me. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy as I drifted off to sleep, the darkness embracing me.

Jane's POV

I don't know what came over me back there. I hated the feeling of being useless, so I took it upon myself to take care of Randy on my own.

I can't believe I severed his hand though. The thought of my life ending then and there made me act irrationally. Like, what if Randy noticed me before I got him? I grimaced.

I know you may be thinking I'm just like Jeff, with uncontrollable impulses to cause violence. However, I can guarantee I'm not like that. When I saw blood I didn't want to kill, no. I wanted to save my own skin. Jeff, on the other hand gets these strange compulsions when he sees blood, or fear in peoples' eyes. I saw his expression when he saw my blood-soaked knife, and it sent shivers down my spine. His smile is... one of a kind.

Speaking of that knife, I had taken it with me. My parents would be shocked to see their precious girl with a bloody knife, so I dropped the blade on someone's front lawn. I laughed at that, consider it their next birthday present.

I walked up my driveway, the navy blue house welcomed me. I twisted on the cold knob of my house, and pulled it open. I smelt those warm meat buns, and I couldn't help, but giggle. Jeff's family and my family were alive, and there was no more 'Jeff the Killer' to worry about.

I walked down the hall, calling out to my mom, "Mom, I'm home!" and I turned the corner.

I didn't know what I saw first, the red meat buns or the blood splattered all over the walls. I also felt hot tears collecting in my eyes when I saw my mom motionless on the ground, her eyes were open and she wasn't moving.

"MOM!" I screamed, kneeling down to her. Her face had the same carved smile as before, and I noticed the writing on the walls. I saw in that familiar messy writing, "You can't escape me, Jane." it read, blood seeping down the walls.

I broke.

I held my mom's hand and stroked it, letting all the tears fall. To my surprise I felt my mom squeeze my hand weakly. She looked at me wearily, and attempted to speak, but let out a abnormal gurgling sound.

"Eugh... lu..ve.. yuuugh..." she managed to whisper, then her grip halted.

Everything around me suddenly became colder, Jeff had been here. Jeff from the future.

Her mouth closed and she just laid there. I felt sadness and then I felt wrath. There must be a way to save her, there must be. Then I thought of the one and only possibility. The only thing that would save my family, and many more.

I had to kill Jeff. More specifically the past Jeff. If I killed him, no one would ever had died. I had to do this.

I'd need that knife back... for one last job.

Jeff's POV (Sorry for switching back and forth. It will most likely stay Jeff for a while.)

I woke up with a cold sweat. I frantically looked around the room, but it was an eerie silence. My dream, no nightmare was terrible. I was drowning in blood, but it felt all too real. The metallic taste of the red liquid and the hands of my mom, dad and brother were pulling me deeper and deeper into a bottomless chasm. My nose was filled with blood, and all I could do was swallow and breath in it all. I saw Lui with no eyes as he clutched my neck, digging his fingernails into my skin and whispered three words to me.

"Go To Sleep."

It's silly that I woke up, the nightmare had woke me up instead of put me to sleep. I took a deep breath of air, wiping the sweat off my forehead. The sheets were sticking to me, so I was slightly disgusted when peeling them off my skin.

I heard the front door downstairs open, then close and the loud thumping of footsteps coming up the stairs. I expected to see my parents, but it was Jane that came up.

I yawned, then grinned at her, "You're back!" I chimed, but the knife tightly clutched in her hand made my smile fade.

"...Jane? What are you doing?"

(A/N Here's chapter five, coming your way! I wonder if I'll get any readers? No matter! I just gotta have faith! \(*^*)/)