The Stage is Set

I tore down the street in my gear, a tight long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and my awesome-sauce gothic boots (thier rubber soles make no sound, and have amazing traction). My spint slowed to a stroll as I came close to Bea-bea's place. My boots made no noise even as I tromped through the dry grass, went around to the back, and slipped slowly, quietly through the backdoor. I heard a smash, a scream. I sneak, as the underground theme of Mario played in my head. Dunna-nunna-nunna... dunna-nunna-nunna... dunna-nunna-nunna... dunna-nunna-nunna... dun-dun-nun-dun-dun-dundalada... "C'mon... I KNOW thats not all you have!" "It is, it is, it is.... please let me go!" She was thrown to the ground. His figure covered her from sight. I grin. Stab. Blood. Grunt. Grin widens... he turns around. Eyes widen, then darken. I giggle. "Only I can hit her." Stab the hip, ducks under his knife. Turn the knife teeth-up, dig it into his stomach. Fuck its stuck. He grabs my hands, which are on the knife. He grins I growl. "Whatcha doin' here, sweety?" his voice was unnaturally deep, and stank of alcohol.I kick him off me, putting my huge boots right into his gut, I kicked and pulled, unloging the knife tore up his torso a bit. He held the gnarled, ungainly, cut on his stomach, lying on his back, the many cuts bled into his hoodie. I ran past him toward Beatrice, "You were smart to call me." "W-who is he!?" "Don't worry 'bout it." "WATCH OU-" A flash of light came at my back, as I grinned. Jeff must've tried to stab me. Looking at Bea's face however, I knew something wasn't right I looked behind me to see Slenderman, with Jeff in his tentacle's grip. It feels like forever since I've seen 'em. -click- I looked back at Bea... she didn't, she'd took a picture with her phone. I didn't even get to tell her not to. Someone bashed her brains in at that very moment. Jeff had hurled the nearby whiskey bottle into her head. It was grim but, now we didn't have to kill her, she would defiantly suffer amnesia. I hurled Jane's knife at Jeff once again, catching him squarely in the chest, not in the heart or anything. He grunted one last time before K.O.ing. I looked at Slendy, and looked back down at the floor. What would my old friend, not to mention one-out-of-a-million type lover,think of me now? I picked up Beatrice's phone and quickly deleted the image. "You won't be forgiven so easily, you know." Slendy's voice was slightly off... I looked infront of me to see Masky. "M-masky... what are you doing...?" "He is my proxy afterall, I cant project my voice here like I can in purgatory. So, he's my median." "O-oh... what will happen now?" "Jeff will receive slight punishment,  he's gone over the murder quota. As for you..." I was very afraid. "I could care less." And he was gone. They were gone. "But I'll never leave you." came a voice in my mind that was slightly... comforting. I saw that Jane's knife had landed on the ground I picked it up and headed home. After a shower, and some microwaved chinese food, I fell asleep with her knife, and my D.S. I awoke to the house in choas.

They didn't notice me as i snuck into Jane's room. She was very startled to see me. I put my finger to my mouth in a shhhhh motion. She nodded, and i handed her her knife back."Cool... thanks... it's uh." "Got a lil' blood on it? Courtesy of Jeff." She giggled. "You'r going to fit in nicely here." "Is it always this way when someone new joins the club?" "Yep, its pitiful, but fun... and it looks like there's someone at the doorway" I turned around to see my best friend, minus the hoodie. Bandaged up with blood still fresh. "Dosen't that hurt?" "Yea..." His throat wasn't in the best of shape, "The person that did it must've been a real bitch." "Or a badass, probably had awesome boots on." I stood there challenging his dominance... last thing i saw he was laying on the couch. Mustv'e saw me when I came in, and he's needing to use the doorframe just to support himself. He began to seem sheepish, however his gaze never faltered. I walked past him, pushing him out of my way. I had someone to hang out with, well two actually.

Jeff's POV(Switchin points of view... gettin FANCY )
I despised her, hated every damn thing about her, but I was still curious about her "So.... SIS." "Don't call me that asshole." "Everyone thinks it." "I still hate you. I'm just under a contract now." Well, I guess I DID murder her parents. "Am I really almost bearable for it to be worth immortality? How flattering." "When you're not a drunk jackass, you're kind of intelligent." I grimaced. This one I just despise. "Of course, I guess killing isn't a big deal... remember Lu-" "Don't you say a fucking word about that, damn whore!" I got off the doorframe, ready to jump her. I didn't give a damn the number the human did on me. I will still kick this little girl's ass. "Sorry, bro... I guess everyone's forgotten... you're not developing feelings for the girl, a being whom you finally CANNOT hurt are you?" She gave me a smirk. Fuck this. I walk out of her room into the main room. I see her on Slenderman's lap like a fucking a baby. Curled up... fists clenching his suit. Eye's closed. She must've fallen asleep there. Happy and content. Invincible, untouchable, as if she's a fucking godess. He stared down at her with only what i could imagine to be puppy eyes. Silly Slender. I'm the only one with a pretty face around here. Not becuase I give a shit about her, but to make a statement... she WILL be mine.

He gave a final growl from his ugly face, and stormed out of the house. I saw it all despite looking down on her, the jealousy in his eyes. This human girl is MINE... unless she signs a contract... that is.