1- Jeff
I'm lying on my bed, with a pillow over my face. I can feel Jamie sitting at the edge of the bed, doing who knows what.
"I'm going to go take a shower." Jamie suddenly states and I feel her get off the bed. Her quiet footsteps head to the bathroom.
I sit up and ask, "What are you going to wear when you get out?"
She stops in mid stride and turns to glare at me. "I don't mind wearing the same thing. I'll wash my outfit later."
"How are you going to wash your outfit later? You don't know where the laundry room is. And what are you going to wear then?" I ask.
She glares at me and turns around, walking into the bathroom while slamming the door loudly behind her. I grin wider, enjoying her reactions. I don't think I've ever met a girl who has hated me as much as Jamie does.
I lay back down, trying to empty my mind but my new partner is all I can think about. Jamie's odd, in a way. She doesn't really smile around me and all she really does is glare or say something sarcastic.
I also think back to her appearance. Cold, blue eyes, fair skin, long waves of straight brown hair. She had on black skinny jeans with a black hoodie and I remember seeing a hint of purple underneath her jacket, which must have been her shirt.
"Jeff." a voice suddenly whispers from the hall.
I sit up and look out the now open door. I see a short figure in the doorway and instantly recognize who it is.
"Jeff." Ben whispers again, raising his voice a bit. "Come. Here. Now."
I groan, get up and cross to him. "What do you want?" I ask.
"Oh, nothing much. It's just that the news about the fight you had with Rayne earlier spread fast. Like, really fast, man." he says, leaning against the wall. "Is it true you punched Rayne because she tried to grab your-"
"Ben, shut up!" I say abruptly, cutting him off. "No, it's not true. I pushed her, but that was because she insulted Jamie."
"Jamie? You're new partner, right? Yeah, I heard about her." Ben says. "Dude, why do you even care about her?"
"I don't." I say, deadly serious.
"It doesn't seem like it, man. People are saying you like her. Like, like-like her. You know what I mean?" he asks. I can tell he confused himself.
"I don't. Ignore the rumors. I just . . . I need her for . . . that reason. And I can't have her getting killed because Rayne was talking about her. You know how the others are. A small hint of weakness and she'll be killed."
"Oh." Ben says, finally understanding. "That's why you took her in?"
I can't look at him. I'm too embarrassed by my confession. My throat starts closing up, making it hard to breathe. "Yeah." I simply say.
He stayes quiet for a couple of minutes before asking, "Is that the only reason?"
I can't even be around him anymore. I turn and go into my room. "I'm just . . ." I carefully say. "Getting really desperate."
1- Jamie
I can't sleep. No matter what, I can't allow myself to fall asleep. If I did, the plan would be ruined.
I figured out a plan while in the shower. I'm going to sneak out while he's asleep and find my way through the forest. I can't stay here. My mother is probably worried sick about me. I have to get back to her.
I sit up and look over at Jeff's sleeping form. It's kind of hard to tell if he is asleep because of how his eyes are. Even with something covering his eyes and his deep breaths, it's hard to tell. After looking at him him for a while, I notice his hand in his jacket pocket, where his knife just so happens to always be. I move carefully, getting off of the bed and Jeff instantly jumps up, the rag covering his eyes sliding away. He swings his knife around blindly and nearly chops off my arm. I step back and he stops, realizing it's just me.
He glares at me. "What are you doing up?" he says, putting his knife on the bed.
"I couldn't sleep and I thought maybe I could go for a walk in the forest." I carefully edge towards the door.
He notices and moves between me and the door. "Oh, no. I can't let you do that."
My heart stops. He figured me out and knew about my plan to escape. There's no way I'm leaving now.
"It's too . . . risky. Going through the forest alone is bad."
My mouth drops. He hasn't figured me out. He doesn't know. I still have a chance.
He tentatively grabs my shoulders and steers me away from the door and back towards the bed.
I push his hands off me, not about to give up. "How is it risky? You said so yourself, I'm like you. I'm a killer."
"I know I said you're a killer, but you're an amateur killer. You don't even have a weapon or any training." Jeff pushes me on the bed and sits down beside me as he says this.
"So were you when you first started! You were exactly like me! Why can't I go out and do whatever I want, huh?" I shout at him.
"I don't want you to end up as bad as me. I can't risk you getting hurt!" he shouts, standing up and pacing in front of me.
This pisses me off so much, I forget the real reason why I wanted to leave. "Don't you think it's a little too late for that!" I yell.
"Yes, I get that! But, this is my way of trying to help you, trying to make it better!" he shouts, getting angry too.
"How are you helping?" I scream, standing up and pushing past him.
He grabs my arm and turns me roughly towards him. "I don't know!" He says. Then his voice drops to a whisper. "I just can't risk you dying."
He looks at me and I can see desperation in his eyes. "Why do you even care?" I growl and grab his arms to push him off of me.
"I can explain if you would just let me. I-" His eyes flicker to the door behind me. I notice a patch of light growing on his face and then it's cut off by a shadow. "Rayne?" he says, confused.
I turn and look at the door. In the doorway, as I suspected, stands a long, slender figure. Rayne.
Rayne smirks and takes a step in. "I never was good at sneaking around. Oh well. I can do what I want even now." She takes another step into the room.
Jeff looks confused. "What do you mean? Do wh-"
Rayne pounces at me suddenly. I put up my hands in time but she doesn't go for a punch. Her arms wrap around my waist and she takes me to the ground. I move my hands from my face and try to unseat her but suddenly she drags her nails down my face, leaving a burning feeling on my skin but no cuts. I gasp and grab at my face. She raises her hand again and, as she does, I feel that same feeling take over again.
She brings her hand down, but it feels like she's moving in slow motion. I can see her hand slowly coming down. Before she can do any more damage, I grab her hand and violently twist it. There's a loud crack and know that I just broke her wrist. Rayne lets out a bloodcurdling scream and jumps off of me. I slowly get to my feet and look at her. She's holding her broken hand and gasping from the pain. Her eyes glare at me and if looks could kill I would already be in a coffin.
"You caught me by surprise," She says between gasps of air. "Don't think I'm done with you." Rayne bares her fangs, which I hadn't seen earlier.
I take one long look at her fangs and start laughing. "Oh, that's hilarious. You're going to bite me with your fangs?" I laugh more. "Well, come get me, Dracula!"
"Not with my fangs. With my claws."
She growls and charges me, swinging the hand I could have sworn I had broken. I'm almost unable to dodge out of shock. She stops and turns to me, still growling.
"Why are you-"
"Using my hand?" She smiles and holds it in front of her. "Fast healing. Bet you didn't know that."
"Obviously." I snarl, clenching my fists.
She smiles more before suddenly charging. I move at the last minute and she rams the wall. I watch for a second as she tries to stand before I jump on her back. Another crack is heard and her screams double in volume. She pushes me off of her and Jeff runs forward, grabbing my arms and stopping me from killing Rayne.
"You. . . psychotic bitch!" Rayne gasps out, sitting up.
The sounds of bones popping comes from her and I realize her bones are fixing themselves. I really have to get that, it would be really neat.
"That's what they call me." I say, chuckling to myself.
From the hall, I suddenly hear the sounds of footsteps and a voice calls out, "Rayne? Don't tell me you snuck to Jeff's room for another. . . Nighttime party."
I turn to the door at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and a guy walks into the room. I stare, amazed at the guy with black hair and deep red eyes. He's sort of sexy, in a gothic horror movie kind of way. My eyes widen in surprise when he looks at me and winks.
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