Still (Y/N)'s POV
I leapt at a ledge outside of a window and grabbed on tight. The ledge was too small for me to pull myself up, so I paused for a moment before deciding on my next move. My plan was to shimmy, lots and lots of shimmying. As I shimmied my way along people's windowsills, a thought occurred. 'Maybe I should get some gloves that have some grip on them... I might end up flat otherwise' I thought, the last part coming into my head as I looked down. While I wasn't very far up the building, I was starting from above the height of an average house and I did manage to clamber up a few floors. So I was at a fair height and with a fall from here... the vigilante would go out with a splat, especially since I was now around corner from my original jump onto the building. Meaning that there was no way I could land back on a roof. But this corner wasn't all bad, I saw a fire escape that was at the other end of this face of the building. 'Time to shimmy... POWER SHIMMY' I thought, giggling to myself a little at the concept.
But as I was mid-shimmy, I noticed a smashed window next to the fire escape. On a floor this high, there was no way that can be good. 'Well then, time to actually do the work I came to do' I thought, hoping I wouldn't have to avenge anyone's death. 'Better not let this person potentially die' I mentally added, finally getting onto the fire escape. Now standing on it and getting a good look, the break seemed to be unnatural. 'Did someone dive through?' I thought. I peered down to the street and saw that there was no one on the sidewalk, or at least not splattered against it. I breathed in sharply and took a few steps back. 'Here goes nothing' I thought. I darted forward, jumped up and grabbed a vertical bar that was attached to the building and the fire escape. I then used my momentum to swing through where the shatter was made. I kept my body straight as to not get cut or tear my clothes and sure enough, it worked and I landed on my feet. My landing wasn't particularly quiet on account of glass getting crushed under my shoes, but my noise was drowned out by the terrified screaming of, who I assumed was, the owner of the apartment. And he sounded like he was just a few rooms across.
I wasn't sure what he was screaming at, but a cry of terror like that couldn't of been earned from a movie or game. Putting that with the fact that there's a window with a person sized shatter-hole, well that was evidently a recipe for a bad time. As if to back up my theory, I heard the screamer trip over what sounded like a pile of books or cases for something, but he had his scream drowned out by the sound of neighbouring fireworks... and some maniacal laughter coming from his direction. But that laughter wasn't from him, no, it was from a more feminine voice. But also not in the sense that it was a friend or lover laughing at his slip, no they were laughing at him... as he was terrified of them. I heard the laughter die down and could only hear the man lightly sob, I edged closer to their direction as the person who was laughing said a phrase that confused and worried me greatly. "GO TO SLEEP" they yelled psychotically, while I assumed they loomed over the man. I was confused because I recognised the catchphrase and it was from a murderer, but this voice was female and the phrase was said by a fictional killer. And he was apparently very dangerous.
As confused as I was, the catchphrase told me for sure that I had to intervene. I was moving at a fast pace but all while still crouched as to make as little noise as possible, because a killer like this could (and probably would) end me before I could even blink. My chances were already slim, but they would've been even more so if I got sloppy on this surprise attack. The door to the room that they were in was wide open and slightly off it's hinges, most likely having been kicked open. The man was cowering on the floor as the killer was crouched before him and had their knife pressed against this guy's face. They were about to cut what seemed to be his mouth, but luckily I was behind them.
I got into a stance and roundhoused the attacker, striking them on the side of the head. They flew in the direction they were kicked and forcefully crashed into a bookcase and even breaking some of its shelves. After hearing this crash, the guy glanced up to see me looking at who I now saw as definitely a girl, but fit the description of Jeff despite her longer hair, surprising beauty and her... 'assets'. I saw the guy on the floor with a smile carved on his left half of his mouth, just like the Internet said Jeff would do. As I stood in confusion about this fictional character come to life, I heard some rustling and watched as my adversary struggle to pick herself up. And then I realised that she wasn't done with her job. It's said that victims would be left with a smile carved into their face and they'd have their eyelids missing, normally cut or burnt off. This guy had a few cuts on his body, but he kept his eyelids and only had the previously mentioned half smile. He was trembling in terror where he sat, but there was no way I'd let him die or let this murderer get away. "I'll keep her in this room. Get out and call the cops" I said to him in a monstrous yet calm tone, as not to scare him but keep my identity hidden. He had a look of confusion on his face, but his body was unmoving. 'Time to be assertive' I thought as he still didn't move. "GO. NOW! CALL THE POLICE!" I ordered, my demonic tone becoming deeper and somewhat distorted.
He flinched and practically jumped to his feet and sprinted out of the door. I heard him use the house phone and dialled 3 numbers, which I assumed was 911. 'Guess it's time to fuck shit up' I thought as I walked towards the door to block it. I saw the fully figure rise from the now crumpled bookshelf and stand up, her gaze meeting my own.
"Ooo, a tough guy. This should be fun" she said, her smile widening as she pulled out a large and bloodied butcher's knife from behind her back.
"Tough guy? Nah. Fun? Definitely" I said, clicking my knife open and getting into a stance.
"Oh wooooooow, the big boy has a stiletto. I'm sooooooo scared" she said, waving her hands sarcastically. I simply grunted in response, staring her down. "Staying silent are we? I thought you said this would be fun!" She exclaimed, lunging at me with her knife leading her charge.
I ducked to my right, letting her knife go over my shoulder. I was about to counter but heard a sound similar to a fan behind me. I chose to duck fully because moving the way I had originally intended would've meant I'd have a knife jammed in the back of my shoulder. 'Did she fucking spin it behind me?' I was confused, but didn't dare show it.
"Huh, that normally works. You're either smart or stupid lucky" she admitted, twirling the weapon in her hand as I got back up. I got back to the door and realised that I couldn't tell if she just praised or insulted me.
"Can't I be both?" I asked shrugging my shoulders. This seemed to annoy her, as she seemed to not expect that kind of response. "You gonna stand there pouting or are you actually gonna try and get me?" I questioned in an attempt to provoke her. 'Please let her mess up when she gets mad' I hoped to myself.
"Are you really trying to piss me off?" She asked, looking at me as if I just drooled all over my shirt. "Do you know who I am?" She genuinely questioned, pointing her knife at herself.
'Well I guess talking could help me stall, I'm no match for this chick' I thought, staying in my stance. "Well I thought I did. But I've been thrown off here" I said, being as vague as possible to prolong the conversation.
"Wait what?" She asked, confused. I couldn't really blame her either.
'Jeff's' POV
"Wait what?" I asked, confused as fuck. 'Does this guy know me? I asked the question, sure, but I didn't think he'd actually know who I am. Last I checked, I'd hidden my identity pretty well. I even had a little speech prepared for cocky assholes and everything...' I mentally rambled. Needless to say, he caught me off guard. But I didn't care. This asshole got in the way of my kill, and no way was I gonna let people know who I actually am.
But I did kinda want to know how he might know me...
(Y/N)'s POV
'I guess I might as well explain, although I'd have thought that if Creepypastas were real, they would've known about their online presence' I thought. "I don't exactly know you per se, however from what I can tell, your M.O. and most of your looks match a rather infamous killer" I said, hoping she'd asked some more questions.
"Oh really? And what's their name?" She asked, her stance loosening slightly.
"He's known as 'Jeff the Killer'" I said bluntly, keeping my stance. Her fists seem to clench at this, it looked like I made her mad. 'I think my luck may have run out' I thought, bracing for an attack.
"So... how are me and 'Jeff' similar?" She asked, a hint of venom in her voice.
"The way you kill, your long dark hair, carved smile, lack of... *ahem* eyelids, a bloody butcher knife, and the blood stained white hoodie" I listed, not letting my focus waver.
"Alright... and how are we different?" She asked, with less anger but her fists still clenched tight.
"Your hair is definitely longer, I'm assuming your clothes are more fit for a female, and you have those... I dunno... let's just say 'prominent feminine features'" I explained, holding back a blush after talking about 'those'. She wasn't so good at holding back hers as she could tell what I was talking about.
"So what you're saying is... YOU THOUGHT I WAS A MAN!?" She yelled, visibly infuriated.
"Not exactly..." I said, albeit fairly quietly.
"I don't care! GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!" She yelled back, charging at me faster then before.
I barely dodged and let out an audible "SHIT!" as I dived to the side, rolling back to my feet and getting into a stance once again.
Her focus was solely on me and she didn't even seem to care about the other guy at this point, so that was a silver lining regardless. She pivoted on her spot to then turn to where I landed, her smile growing wider. She lunged for me once again, us both knowing that I was literally backed into a corner. I took a gamble and stood up straight as she lunged for me. She didn't seem like she'd change her target, so I turned my entire body sideways and let her drive her knife into the wall. Since she dug it quite far in, I took the chance to knee her as hard as I could in the stomach. It connected well and she got sent back to the crumpled set of shelves that I kicked her into earlier. Unsurprisingly, she got back up and her eyes met mine. She was even more pissed than before and she shouted "MOTHERFUCKER!" as she dove feet first in my direction, probably desperate to get at least a hit in. I simply stepped out of her way and pulled her knife out of the wall with relative ease, letting her foot go directly into were her knife was lodged. She stood up and stared at me in annoyance. "Give it back" she ordered calmly, holding her hand out towards me as if she thought I would just place it in her palm.
It was hard not to laugh at her, she had one foot stuck in stuck in the wall and she was giving me orders. I sighed and said "Get your foot outta the wall first, then you get this back" I finished by pointing her butcher knife at her currently stuck leg. She let out a low growl, and with a grunt she pulled her leg out of the wall, some chunks of drywall dropping next to her feet.
"Knife. Now!" She ordered. I chuckled as I twirled it in my non-dominant hand.
"Can we start having fun now?" I asked, throwing it to her. She caught it and with lightning speed, dashed for me once again, flying at me with her right knee out. I put my hand out to catch it and I did, but as she was stopped she brought her left leg around. Her kick connected firmly with the side of my head, and sent me hurtling through the doorway. The guy was still talking to the police as I barrelled into a wall near him, making him scream once again.
"Please! Get here soon!" I heard him cry down the phone as a fist collided with my face. I was about to counter, but I felt a barrage of blows hit me not to long after I had hit the ground. I couldn't do anything except block the punches and kicks, there wasn't even any room to dodge. I could feel myself getting bruised pretty bad as my guard began to fail. I put my hand up and braced in one final attempt to block anything else she'd hit me with, only to feel something that I haven't felt for years. A blade piercing more than just my skin, some real pain.
I opened my eyes to see a panting killer staring at me, and a knife going through the centre of my hand with the blade only millimetres away from my nose. I took this chance to fling my leg out, my foot colliding with her stomach with as much force as I could muster. She stumbled back, shocked at my lack of reaction. "Well then, this... hasn't happened before" she admitted, very confused as I slowly came back up to my feet. I didn't say anything in response, I just looked at my now impaled hand. I then stared her in the eyes and pulled out her blade, never breaking eye contact. She looked somewhat shocked and disturbed at my action, her smile slightly wavering. My gaze on her refused to move as I stood tall, picking up my stiletto that landed beside me and holding her knife in both of my hands. I flipped her knife and grabbed it by the blade and held it up between my thumb and pointer finger.
'Heh, looks like she's scared' I thought. 'Good' I thought, weighing the options out in my head. 'Killing isn't right, not one bit. But when one has to end one life to save another... well there's normally a right choice' I decided, adrenaline coursing through my body. She seemed to be eyeing my form, most likely trying to predict my next move. I waited until her eyes drifted to my stiletto and then I spun it in my hand, making her flinch. 'Now's my chance!' I thought as I threw her knife at her at full power.
I pinned her hood to the wall, having it drag her back slightly. I didn't kill her, but that's what I got for throwing with my weak hand. Her legs began to tremble as any hair that got blown up by the force and speed came back down. 'That was a good throw, but some trashy aim' I thought as I walked up to her. I could tell she wanted to run, but her hood kept her pinned. I looked at my hand as I walked towards her and adjusted my bandages to avoid bleeding on the hard wood floor, I was lucky enough to not have any drip down yet. I continued walking until I was eventually in spitting distance of her, and her face was full of panic. Something that made me smile sadistically under my mask. I lightly dragged the blade of my knife across her neck and I could feel how tense she was, and how much she continuously trembled. Even her full carved smile began to turn into a panicked frown because of her fear, I didn't even know that was possible.
I began to put a bit of pressure on her neck, not enough to draw blood but, making her tense up even harder. I moved my knife away from her neck and closed it, leaving her with a bit of confusion on her terrified face. "You brought this upon yourself" I said in a tone so demonic, that could probably scare Satan himself. I heard the man on the phone whimper behind me. I grabbed the girl by her hoodie's collar and headbutted her as I pulled her towards me at the same time. Leaving her with a bloody nose and seemingly rendering her unconscious.
I left her on the wall as I turned to the guy who was on the phone. "It'll be alright, she's unconscious for now" I declared, putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched after I touched him, although I'd be jumpy too if two people broke into my house and started fighting pretty much to the death.
"Th-thank you, sir, w-who a-are you?" He asked, still absolutely petrified.
"I'm just a guy stopping crime... at pretty much all costs" I said, making him jump again with my voice. He gasped once I finished
"*gasp!* You're the vigilante!" He exclaimed, seemingly really excited.
"Yeah, that's what they call me. So, how long are the cops gonna be?" I asked, hoping to take the attention off of me.
"O-oh! I think they'll be here in about a minute" he explained, no longer scared of my voice.
"Good. Hopefully they'll be able to find out who she is" I said, pointing behind over my shoulder with my thumb. The guy looked to the side of me and his eyes went wide in panic.
"U-um, M-Mister Vigilante Man..." he said, seeming scared again.
"Yes?" I asked, keeping my composure.
"Sh-She's gone, s-sir" he said, his happy expression fleeing. I immediately turned around, worried she could be after me.
"SHIT!" I exclaimed. But not long after I heard a grunt coming from the direction that the broken window was in. I grabbed the guy's arm and pulled him with me as I ran to the window, just in case she'd kill him while I was in the other room. I saw her going down the fire escape, holding her nose. I had to explain quickly and chase her. "Explain what happened to the cops, I'm going after her" I said as I dived out the window.
I leapt out the window without thinking. 'Bad idea!' I thought as I fell and began to rapidly pick up speed. I was falling from about the 8th floor at a very high speed. But then I remembered what I was next to. I reached to my left and grabbed the last floor of the fire escape. With an uncomfortable crunch from my shoulder and elbow, a swing and a backflip, I was safely on the ground. I turned and looked behind where I landed to see my assailant hit the ground running.
'Time for a chase'