A/N: Trigger warning: Rape

Sirens rang across the outside of the house, my vision still blurry and my head, pounding.

"A-agh.." I clutched my head, in pain, while feeling blood dripping down the side of my face. I turn over-
"W-wah!!!" Dorthys face why lying next to mine- and her eyes still bloodshot. Well, eye.
I move back- hearing the cops break down the front door.
I look up, knowing I had to get out as fast as I could.
I grabbed the blanket sheet, and wrapped it around me like a cloak, and ran to the window, unlocking it with my bloody fingers.
"Oh my god- Quinn check this out!" My head shot up.
Quinn...
The blonde officer from earlier!
"Who the fuck would do this shit, McDaniel?"
Fuck!
I got the window open, my body ready to jump down on the ground from the second story. But on the window sill I notice a very peculiar note, half folded, with blood splattered like paint.
"HEY YOU!" I could see the flashlights on me, their guns pointed.
I turn my head slightly so they couldn't see my face.
"WHERE ARE THE TWO KIDS?!" One of them asked.
I looked back a little more, my head down.
"Dead."
I jumped.
And just like that I was gone.

-

My body was shaking, I had no clue where to go, the cops started firing bullets- but like storm troopers they missed.
Miss
Miss
Miss
Hit.
My shoulder- hit.
"GET HER!" One of them yelled.
All at once my thoughts clashed into one another.
Where is Jeff?
Who was the mysterious murderer?
Do the cops know I'm (Y/N)?
Questions,, always in three's.
But where would I go?
Four.
My uninjured arm held my shoulder, tightly clasping it-
I can't loose too much blood- it could cause a trail!
My eyes wandered around the streets, scanning over identical houses over and over again, slowly living rooms lights started to turn on, confused over the commotion and gunshots.
I can't let them spot me- I have to find the woods, quickly!
I gripped the knife I had taken with me tightly ready to kill anyone who stops me. I ran and ran faster, harder, than I ever had, looking back I see the officers grow out of sight range.

"Ugh!" I collapsed head first into something hard- my vision grows blurry but I focus quickly.
In front of me appears a scrawny tall boy with black hair, covering his eye, a white shirt with a silver necklace around his neck. Why did he look so familiar..
"Hey Keith you alright man?" In the door way I turn to see a more heavier set boy, but I could tell he was loosing weight by his shirt that said fat burns.
He had brown hair and blue eyes, with a black jacket around his waist.
"Keith..." I whisper
They both made eye contact with the blood splurged on my face, and my nightgown dripping with it.
Sirens grew closer.

"Three boys made me into what I am today. They made me murder my own brother.
They are the reason I'm Jeff the Killer."

"YOU SICK FUCK!" I take out the knife, tackling the boy, the knife pressing against his skinny neck.
"WHAT THE FUCK- GET OFF!"
"You move an inch and I'll chop of that skinny little head of yours, do you fucking understand."
He nodded, scared.
"H-hey! Get off him!" The boy in the door way shouted.
Sirens.
"And you!! Troy!! You sick mother fuckers destroyed Jeff! He lost everything! Be-because of you!!" My voice cracked, my body shaking.
"I should kill you both!" I yelled. I raised the knife over my head, just about to slam it down when I turned back to see Troy running to me, rock in hand.
And then I saw darkness.

"Dude, this is sick, just let her go, we're not like that anymore." I could hear Troy beg.
"No- she needs to be taught not to mess with us!"
"N-ngh.. w-what's going on?" I try to lift my hands but both are strapped down, I finally gained my vision back to see Keith tying my left arm up.

Keith was on top of me, and I was inside what appeared to be his room, posters of Black Veil Brides and Sleeping with Sirens scoured the area. My body was strapped to the bed that stank of rottenness. His room looked like a trash can, white walls now yellow from all the smoking no doubt.
"Let me go! I gotta go save Jeff!" The two looked at each other, shocked.
"Jeff's... alive?" Asked Troy.
"We burned that sick fucker alive!" Keith said.
"SHUT UP!" I tried getting up, but the restraints pulled me back down. I couldn't move!
"Well Randy will love this." Keith snorted.
"Randy's dead." I scoff.
Keith's eyes shot blood red, as if I had triggered something within him.

"My- b-best friend? Y-YOU?!" He jumps on the bed and punched me straight across the jaw, my body vibrated, this sensation, his sensation, his anger, his fear, ran through me.
"YOU MURDERER!" He screamed landing another blow. Troy looked away, not wanting to see the blood that was splurging from my mouth.
"P-please! It wasn't me!! It was- ARGH!!" He slapped me- more blood.
"F-fuck you!" I was weak, and I spit my mix of
Blood and saliva on his pathetic face.

He turned his head back wiping it off.
"That's it, princess. I've had enough." He rips off my night gown, exposing my breasts.
"A-AH! N-No Keith!!" He grabbed my hair pulling me up to his face.
"Never say my name." And slammed me back down-
"P-please-"
And just like that he whips out a pocket knife, and grabs the hym of my underwear.
"NO!! NO NO NO!!" I cry, tears starting to pour as I was fearing the worse- this can't be happening, not again- memories of mom-
"He-hey man get off her!" Troy ran to push Keith off but he pointed the pocket knife at him, having Troy back up with his arms up surrendering.
"Back off, Troy, this is for Randy." His shaking voiced reminded me of my first kill, my thoughts-
He was going to murder me.

Screachhh.
The thin laced fabric tore, and I was finally exposed- my privates were made public and humiliation filled my veins.
"Keith! PLEASE!"
"I HATE SCREAMS!" He cried and stabbed my thigh-
"ARAHHHHH!!! WHY!!!" I screamed as loud as could hoping someone would hear my terror.
"KEITH STOP!" Troy cried out to his forgotten friend.
"Scream again, I dare you." He whispered.
Everything was happening so fast, and his breathy voice rang in my ears as he took off his pants, then boxers, until his member laid over my cut. He rubbed the blood over his erected cock, as if it turned the sick fucker on.
"Oh fuck-"
He prepared to insert it inside me-
I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, I just
Froze.
As did the world around me.
The sadistic look on his face as he prepared to take my sacred gift haunted my head, the laugh he choked out vibrated my ears, and I was too weak- too helpless to stop it.
Everything was in slow motion, but so quick-
"ARAHHH!!" I cried out, he stabbed me in my stomach-

WHAT DO I DO?!

"NOOO!!" Troy ran over to Keith, and knocked him out with a baseball bat, the impact caused Keith to collapse over, the wound on his head splurging blood on the tan carpet in the attic.
"T-Troy!" Keith gurgled through blood.
"No! You're an animal! You're the reason Jeff and Jane are gone! You're the reason Randy became a dick! And you're the reason my girlfriend is dead!" He cried out, each hit slamming harder and faster to his head, until it was a head- no more.
Keith was gone.
And Troy was dripping with blood.
My eyes met his until all he could manage to splurge out was,
"Run."

"PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" I yelled to Troy.
This blood drenched boy was leading me into the woods, the cops following our trail, and flashlights scanning the woods. The barks of K-9's echoed the forest filled with tress reaching the sky.
Troys hand was wrapped around my wrist and I got feeling I remembered all too well.
The memory of Jeff running by side when I had my first kill flushed my mind.
I was now doing the same to the boy who saved my life.
A smile grew upon my face and I gripped the white bed sheet covering me tighter, my bare feet gliding across the grass, and my hair flowing in the summer breeze.

And then the gunshots fired.
I was barely holding it together.. the stab wounds made me nauseous, and weak, I needed to get help quickly..
but as I was thinking of my safety, our eyes followed each other once more.
He looked back reminding much of my beloved, with Jeff's smile in my mind, and his glimmering blue eyes, I could feeling the rushing of the adrenaline.
With our panting breaths I came across an old landmark, one I hoped to never see again.

The Well to the Underworld