Lost In Mirrors (Jeff The Killer Love Story)(boyxboy)

Chapter Seven- Fickle Hearts & Strings

Jace's P.O.V-

"DAMN IT!!!" I screech as I push Jeff off me. My whole body is aching in pain. " Did you have to fucking land right on top of me?! You're supposed to be helping me!!!" We landed in pitch black forest. Why was it so dark?!

He presses a finger to my lips, eyes darting around nervously. " Shhh.. Quiet princess, you're in MY land right now. Not only mine...Others live here....not all of them are so fond of humans as I am, nor kinder. "

My eyes widen and I nod as he retracts his cold finger. He does one last check around before grabbing my hand and running.

"Quick! You see that house?" he hisses as I struggle not to stumble.

I can just make out a house in the distance. " Y-Yeah." I huff out between breaths.

" O-Okay, when we get there, we're safe 'kay? Something's following us, we gotta make it there fast!" My legs are already burning and my lungs feel like they've been dumped in a pool of acid.

The closer we got, the more I could hear inhuman growling and slashing. Oh god! We collapsed on the steps, gasping for breath. "What-was-that."

Jeff tossed his head back against the door, gripping his knife tightly as he caught is breath. "Oh, just an old friend that I pissed off a looong time ago."

I scowled, scooting closer to him. "What did you do so bad?"

He shrugged. "I dunno, I just stabbed him a couple of times is all."

I shot up. "JEFF! That's not just nothing!"

He rolled his eyes, standing up and wiping the dust off his jacket. "Not in this world it isn't..." He mumbles as he takes out a rusted key.... Well, that could be a little blood.... Wait- Does he live here?! The door swings open.

"You just gonna stand there or what?" Oh. I guess I've just been kinda staring... Jeff's already inside. "HEY GUYS! I'M BACK YOU PIECES OF SHIT NOW SAY HI!!! I BROUGHT A GUEST!!!" The whole house seemed to shake at the volume and chunks of plaster fell off the dingy ceiling. Shit! How old is this house?!

Jeff's P.O.V-

Jace looked relaxed. Huh. I guess he doesn't know where we are yet... A tall, spindly figure stepped out, separating itself from the shadows. Long arms and wriggling appendages appeared. Slenderman. "Hey, I need your help." His blank face stared back unanswering. "Riiiiight. No mouth."

"What did you get yourself into this time." Masky sighed. He is Slendy's closest proxy, a puppet mostly. He came up behind Jace and examined him with his head tilted curiously as he inspected.

Poor Jace, he has this confused look on his face, like he's concentrating. "This is Jace." I jut my knife towards him. He doesn't even respond. I clear my throat. "Well, he's.....having a few uh, issues."

"Hm. How so."

I glared at his annoyed tone. "He's fucking transforming, ass wipe. That's pretty damn serious in my books. I only asked for your help because I had to. If anyone would know, it's you."

He let out a low grumble. "That's sure something...odd.....for a human....." Masky whispered almost inaudibly. "I need to examine him thoroughly, see what's causing it" He breathed out, circling Jace.