SURVIVOR

// Shove me to the earth //

Everyone wanted to see the firey spark in Jeff's eyes die out, and I have plenty of stories after this to tell...how close I got to seeing his fire go out in the midnight breeze. Going against him with the strongest and the most rebellious killers sounded foolish to me then, and it still does to this day.

How can you kill a man who has nothing to lose?

I don't know.

"Welp, I have to go work if you know what I mean... Don't go anywhere unless those fucknuts come and say so, don't get to scared." Jeff smirked, leaning in and pecked my cheek.

I saw it in his eyes, sadism...The motherfucker must've wanted to throw me across the room but for my sake decided to keep the nice guy act going.

My body sat still, watching him change into a pair of jeans and a white sweatshirt from the ground.

Scars littered his pale and tan skin, self inflicted.

Sympathy wanted to come out, go up to him and touch the scars hoping with the tip of my fingers they would just go away.

But hatred took me back, he deserved the guilt he felt.

I wanted to spit on him for how disgusted I felt.

"You like what you see, huh?" Jeff suddenly spoke, turning around to face me. My eyes went from the window back to him, feeling my chest tighten while anxiety coated my heart beats.

No, I think you're fucking disgusting Jeffery.

A hideous beast that deserves life and not death, for you to rot in the chains down below.

"I think your outfit looks nice." It was hard to see him as a friend again, I wondered what b/f/n was thinking.

How much they cried, how much they screamed at they're dad about how they could've helped me sooner.

I hadn't watched the news or listened to the radio in days, so how would I know?

It should've stayed like that, not knowing about the worst is better than acknowledging it.

Poor b/f/n.

He walked over to the bed and kneeled down on the mattress, watching me intently with his cold eyes.

A predators gaze.

I looked away, acting as if I was lost in thought when really I knew he was there...I tried to keep my brain blank as if he could read my mind and do shit just for my thoughts.

He leaned forward and placed one last kiss on my lips, and pulled away heading towards the door.

Before he left, he looked back at me.

"By the end of your stay you'll love me." And left.

....

"Who could love a disgusting fucking monster like you." I spat once his footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

~Time Skip~

That time came when the "fucknuts" came and got me, the white masked  woman stayed in the room while I changed and stared towards the door the whole time.

I put on a pair of Jeff's combat boots, and his old brown coat that was hung on the desk chair.
I kept on my shorts and sweatshirt, I didn't feel comfortable changing Infront of a killer.

We met with the masked man and hooded man, and of course Toby.

Chills shot throughout my body, but I let the masked man grab me by the arm and lead me in the middle through the halls.

"We're doing some training, seeing what 'ya got."

Aw fuck.

~Time skip~

I ran and ran, soon enough I saw the two masked killers in the distance ahead of me and sprinted for them.

Once I had past the two pine trees I stopped to catch my breath, my leg stung and so did my body.

We had been outside for five hours, I had messed up a lot on so many things, the only course I was good at was climbing and some kinds of combat.

I knew this wasn't good, I wasn't useful to them which meant my life meant nothing if it wasn't put to good use...my fate was in my hands that sunny day.

Every time I would hold the firearm that the hooded man lent to me wrong, it would earn me a  push to the ground or to get hit by the hooded and Masked man.

The other two disappeared for "rounds" in the woods.

"Shit." I huffed, resting my palms on my knees as I caught my breath. "okay, okay, 'yah won't die so get up." The masked man pat my back, hard.

I watched him put out put his cigarette out as his brown work boots crushed the leaves below him, in the process he took his time and  fixed his doll like mask. He then leaned down near the oak tree the hooded man was sitting near and picked up a crow bar that was rested against the old bark.

"In combat you always have to be one step ahead of your opponent, the only useful thing you have showed us so far today is how to hide and climb.
We don't want that, we want blood on your hands and a dead and over life behind 'ya." The masked man stated, standing up straight. His tan jacket stood out in the sun, his blue jeans displayed dark red droplets, new and old.

Hazel eyes looked back at me in the mask, the white plastic sent chills down my spine. It was as if it had eyes of it's own, but I knew another human being was behind the mask...there had to be.

I shook my head in reply, still catching my breath.

"Pick up your weapon." He stated, tossing the crow bar over to me that soon landed at my feet.

"You could use a lot more/less meat on those bones, so I think a chase will help 'ya." The masked man scoffed, backing away with his weapon. I slowly got up, tightening the crowbar in my hands as the hooded man now surrounded me and the man, standing by ready to jump on my ass.

"Look who's talking, punk." I muttered.

I never shamed people on they're body image, never shamed people or judged...but when someone talked shit about me or someone I cared for I never let that shit slide, even when I was younger I hated it.

"What'da say? Wanna repeat that bitch?" The masked man sarcastically spat while taking a step forward, glancing over at his partner who stayed still.

"I said, LOOK WHO'S TALKING PUNK ASS BITCH IN CASE YOUR EAR DEAD ASS COULDN'T HEAR ME WHISPER A FUCKIN FOOT AWAY!" My scoff turned into a shout, standing all the way up as I felt powerful to speak in not a whisper like I had been the whole week towards the freaks.

"Hm, now that's what I'm talking about!" The man clapped his gloved hands, and then the hooded man let out a quiet sigh, turning to face me and began to walk to my weak form under the shade of the trees above.

Resting his hand on my shoulder, making me wince in pain at the sudden contact with the wound I had earned from a sharp branch earlier that day.

"Outbursts only show how reckless you are, ignore him." He whispered, it was a threat.
He kept his grip on my shoulder, looking over my head and out into the woods.

He was a quiet person, no bark but all bite whenever he got the chance.

"Okay, Me and kate are done with rounds- YOU GUYS WERE TRAINING THE NEW ONE WITHOUT ME?!" Toby gasped, looking over he stood by The masked man with the white hooded woman.

At the time I didn't know who they were behind the mask, but I knew something was up when the playful manners of the hooded and masked man reminded me of a particular couple of guys I knew.

....

"Can't wait to have you around more, Y/n."

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I lost interest in this chapter so it kinda bland

Going to work on a couple more chapters when I gain interest in this later on...don't worry it will be like a day or sum

Let me just say, Autumn and winter aren't my seasons.