"Jane... what are you doing with that knife...?" I asked, praying it wasn't meant for me, which it obviously was.

Jane's grip on the knife tightened as her hands shook violently, I could tell she didn't want to do this. I looked at the knife, then at Jane. She had tears in her eyes as she mentally prepared herself.

I watched the knife glisten in my room, and I started to shake. My breath was ragged and panicked. I could feel my heart beating a mile per minute.

Jane swallowed, "I have to kill y-you... I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry..." she whimpered, averting her eyes.

I didn't know how to react.

All I could think was, why was she killing me? I did exactly what she told me to. This was making me mad. Honestly if she thinks I'm just going to drop to the ground and let her kill me, then she must be dreaming.

I began to scheme a way to retaliate. I didn't want to fight her, so my eyes shifted to the doorway, if I could get past her I would be able to outrun her, no problem.

It wouldn't be too hard since she doesn't seem emotionally stable.

I stared at Jane, then in the heat of the moment, I bolted towards the door. She was caught off guard, but managed to slice my shoulder with the knife. It wasn't deep, but it hurt like hell. I ran down the carpeted hallways and then down the stairs, Jane following close behind.

Jane stopped at the top of the stairs, "Jeff, if you don't stop your family will die!" she shouted frantically.

I slowed down a bit, right before the front door. How could I forget? If I escaped, I could potentially kill my family. I pressed my hand on the front door, then turned around.

"Jane... I know you've seen the future. But, what if... I can control myself, and not kill my family?" I thought aloud, staring her straight in the eyes.

The idea had been nagging me lately, and I decided it would be a good time to ask her. I mean, how exactly could I go insane if the birthday party was behind us?

She seemed to think for a moment, then closed her eyes, "I don't want to take that risk, Jeff." she growled, raising the knife to my throat.

Since when did she catch up so quick? I couldn't run now, so I guess this was... it?

I held my breath, pressing my back against the door, "Do it..." I murmured, shaking with fear, hoping she would do this painlessly.

I felt my body tingle with that nostalgic feeling, that feeling to fight back. It was stronger this time. Usually I could just brush the feeling off, like it was a mere suggestion, but it seemed to possess me this time. Before I knew it, I was gripping the knife- the sharp end of the knife.

"W-what are you doing?!" Jane exclaimed, loosening her grip on the hilt of the knife.

I snapped out of my trance and I instantly felt the pain shoot up my arms. I yelled out in pain, glaring at my bloody hand, taking heavy breaths. I felt my vision blur, and the feeling become even more powerful. I knew my actions would soon become uncontrollable.

"KILL ME!" I shouted anxiously, louder this time, struggling to stay in control.

Jane seemed to be awakened from her fright, and I felt the metal break through my skin. It felt as awful as it looked like in movies. Blood rushed up from my throat, and I coughed out mouthfuls of it. I dropped to my knees, and the knife that was lodged in me fell out.

Jane sobbed as she watched me from above, and I weakly attempted a smile at her, as my body slowly stooped to the ground. I blinked a few times, and I could feel the pain begin to gradually fade. I felt my vision become cloudier and cloudier.

This was a noble end.

It was then that I saw a strange silhouette hovering over Jane. I tried to warn her, but my voice was clogged by blood.

It came out something like this, "Berh...end... you..." I gagged.

She seemed to understand, and turned around but it was too late. Her body came crashing down next to mine, and my eye's widened. I tried to shout, but I couldn't, I was too weak.

I looked up at the figure, and I saw something disturbing.

It was a man. He looked considerably older, and he was wearing the same coloured clothing as me, except they were covered in blood stains. How long had it been since he washed that thing? His hair was also pitch black, or at least three tones darker than mine. What was creepy was that he had no eyelids, much less a nose and he was strangely pale. He had a smile carved into his skin, just like Jane.

I couldn't help, but admire the scar like it was a work of art. I was kind of envious of it.

He smiled at me, or at least I think he did. It's hard to tell with the scar on his face.

"Hey there, kid. You look like you needed a little help there." he snickered, his voice was low, and ringed with a dark intent.

I looked at Jane, she was bleeding and I could see a knife wound tracing against the back of her neck. I shivered. It was a deep cut, it looked like her head was going to detach from her body at any given second.

I tried to respond, but I was pretty much choking on my own blood.

He looked disappointed, but then grabbed the tips of my hair, pulling my body up to prop myself on my knees. My muscles burned as he did this, but I felt the blood in my throat begin to flow again. I was covered in my own blood, and I could feel it caked around my skin. I saw the liquid slowly drip from my hair, creating a puddle at my feet.

He laughed, "There we go! Now you can breathe?" he asked sarcastically, letting go of my hair.

I groaned at the pain in my body, but I managed to speak, "Why did you hurt her?" I deadpanned, looking at Jane that was still struggling to move.

He just smiled at this, "You're funny, Jeff! I saw her stab you! I just returned the favor."

I glared at him, "How... do you know my name?" I asked, trying to sound as hostile as possible.

This man was a threat, and he carried a knife like Jane. What happened to using guns? Were knives all the rage now? Besides the point, why was I not dead yet?! I looked down at my chest wound and realized the bleeding had stopped. Actually, I didn't feel much pain anymore. This couldn't be normal.

"How do I know your name? Kid, have you not put two and two together? I'm YOU." he explained, emphasizing the 'you'.

As he said that, my fears were confirmed. This is why Jane wanted to kill me, this is who I would turn into. It also looked like his arrival has made me stronger. This could possibly explain why my wound doesn't hurt anymore.

I grimaced, then looked at him, "Then Jeff... How are we both here... simultaneously?" I asked, my voice was more timid than usual.

Jeff chuckled at me, as if I was some fool for not knowing, "I could go into details of preventing time paradox, but I'll say this in simpler terms," he said, then pointed at Jane, "she has changed too much."

I flexed my muscles, and realized I could move. Slowly I stood up, and I realized Jeff had almost two feet over me, "What did she change?" I muttered, knowing full well what she changed.

He gave me a knowing smile, "You know." he laughed, flicking my forehead.

I backed up, putting my palm over my forehead. He was acting friendly, but I knew what he had to do. I knew what I had to do. But, I wasn't going to do it. Not this time, not ever.

(A/N If you don't know what he has to do, it's kill his parents and friends, yo! Oh, and go cray-cray. I know what you're thinking, actually I don't. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!)