(Your POV)

I sighed happily as the final bell rang. School was finally out and I had to get home, where I live alone, there were many chores to be done. After a few half-hearted goodbyes to my so-called "friends," I began to walk home.

The entire way home, I felt eyes on me. As I broke out into a cold sweat, I began to pick up the pace. Everytime I turned around to see if anyone was behind me, I was welcomed by loneliness and an eery silence. If anything were to happen to me, I couldn't call anyone. After all, I didn't have a cellphone. I mentally kicked myself and made a reminder to get one.

I finally got home and the feeling of being watched soon subsided. As I began to do the dishes, I looked outside. Much to my surprise, there was a boy standing in my backyard.

How did he get in my backyard? The doors were all locked.

I asked mentally.

He looked young, maybe a little older than me. He was somewhat taller than a normal person. He was wearing a white hoodie, black pants, and some grey and black boots. His hair, black and feathered, fell onto his shoulders. What scared me most was that he just stood there, completely unaware of the fact I was watching.

What are you up to?

I asked in my head, as if he could hear me.

Then, a thought ran through my head.

The murders.

A rash of murders had hit my small town. And anyone who was lucky enough to make it out alive reported a young boy. Tall, white hoodie, black hair, and black pants. My eyes widened in horror. He must have been the one who was following me.

Immediately, I began to move to one of the drawers that contained all the silverware. I pulled out a long knife, used for cutting pork and such, and began to walk towards the home phone. By the time I got to the phone you heard the backdoor open.

I was sweating now. Fear crept into my mind, followed by thoughts about what the infamous Jeff the Killer would do to me.

"The police can't help you." An eerie voice whispered into my ear. "And unless you're super fast, that knife won't do you too much help either." He whispered again, now playing with my (h/c) hair.

"Please, please don't hurt me." I whimpered. His cold, pale hand crept over my lips to stifle a sob that was about to escape me.

"Shh," he ushered, "I wasn't planning to. Just...go...to...sleep..." he said.

As he said those three words, the vision began to go black around my (e/c) eyes. I sagged against him and closed my eyes. Into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.

(Jeff's POV)

"She's finally I out." I spoke into my ear piece.

"Good, bring her here. Don't take too long. You know how Slender Man tends to get when we take too long on missions." Jack ordered on the other end.

I didn't respond. Instead I put (your name) on my back. She was skinny and really lightweight. Her thin arms swung over my shoulders as I picked her up. Her (h/c) hair smelled like lavender.

She's kind of... cute...

I thought. No way! Slender Man wants her for something and I shouldn't intrude.

I began to run through her neighborhood. Nobody should have seen me, I was just a flash of black and white. I was back at the Well in a matter of minutes. I jumped into it. My world was gray and dull, nothing compared to Earth. I was greeted by the leader of my group, Slender Man. He was accompanied by Jack

"Jeff, I'm happy you succeeded." He said in that low booming voice of his.

"Yeah whatever," I said rolling my eyes. "What do you want her for anyway?" I asked inhaling the sweet smell of lavender again.

"Well, Jeff. I thought you need a partner." He said.

By black eyes widened. "You're kidding, right? You want her to be my partner!?" I asked practically screaming.

Slender Man gave me a small nod. "You should get her to your room and lay her down on your bed. You should get some rest yourself, Jeff. Your training starts tomorrow." He said in a really cool way that only annoyed me.

I exhaled loudly and stomped off. Even through all my anger, I set (y/n) down gently on my bed and covered her with my blankets. I settled onto the couch and watched her sleep. It really was something else. I've seen many people sleep, but when I saw her, I couldn't tear my eyes away. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair was sprawled across my pillow and she looked at ease despite the fact that she was in a serial killers room. I found myself smiling and shook my head. I stood up and went outside. I can't sleep anyway.

(Your POV)

I woke up with a gasp. I was in someone else's room, someone else's bed. I quickly jumped out of the bed, tripping over the clean sheets and scratching my chin on the wood floor. I looked around. The room was grey and not decorated in any way. I frowned, straining to remember what happened.

Suddenly, it all came back to me. I was kidnapped. By a serial killer.

I screamed and sobbed. Falling onto my knees and rubbing at my wet eyes. That's when I heard footsteps running up to the room and someone opening the door to the room.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked.

It was Jeff the Killer. He looked genuinely concerned for me, but that didn't take away from the fact that he kidnapped me. You began to crawl away from him. He followed you. While I was looking at his face, I realized that his scars had healed, his mouth was no longer cut into a wide smile, and there were scars that seemed to have come from stitches.

"Look," he said with a sigh as he kneeled in front of me, "I won't hurt you." He said reaching out to me. I let out a soft whimper sort of noise and took his hand, allowing him to help me up.

Something flashed across his pale face and he looked away from me. I was confused but dismissed what he had just done. He looked back at me and touched my chin. I winced as he touched were I had scratched yourself.

"What happened?" He asked walking into the bathroom.

I didn't answer his question. Instead I asked him a question.

"What do you want with me?" I asked sitting on the edge of what I was guessing to be his bed.

"Uh, about that. My leader, the Slender Man, wants for you to be my partner." He said coming to me with a first-aid kit in his hand. He began treating the scratch and put a band-aid on it.

"I'm sorry," I said, "but with all due respect. I don't kill innocent people." I remembered all the people who had died in my small community.

"No, I don't kill innocent people. I kill those who work for a force not to be messed with." He said.

Oh.

Was all I could think. Did anyone really stop to think if those people really were innocent? He began to walk away snapping me out of my thoughts.

"So. When do we begin training?" I asked with a sudden enthusiasm that surprised even me.

"Um, in a few. Let me ask Jane to let you borrow some of her clothes." He said walking out of the room, not giving me a chance to respond.

I looked out the window. Outside was a strange, thin, naked thing. Before I could call for Jeff, it jumped breaking the window. I let out a scream so that someone could hear you.

"Scream," the creature demanded in a raspy voice, "I love it when they scream."

(Jeff's POV)

I didn't even make it all the way downstairs when I heard the window break and (y/n) scream. I didn't think and ran back up the stairs. There, in my room, holding her was the Rake. He was getting ready to stab one of his long claws into her chest when he looked up at me.

"Ah, Jeffery," he said in that raspy, annoying voice of his, "long time no see." He said with a wide, toothy grin.

"Not long enough," I said with a frown, "let her go."

"Nah," he said causing me to clench my jaw, "I quite like taking the things you care about."

With that he took hold of (y/n) and jumped out the window. I didn't think. I jumped out the window myself and followed them. No way would I lose someone else, no way.

(Your POV)

The strange creature had a surprisingly strong grip. I pounded on its arms in vain. Jeff was chasing after us, but I lost sight of him when the creature entered the woods. It was fast, really fast. I kept screaming and screaming for Jeff. And every once in a while, I heard him scream my name.

When I got to an old, run down cabin, it stopped running and took me inside. It let me fall onto the floor causing me to hit my head sending blinding white pain through my head.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" I managed to ask.

"Make you mine." It said knocking me out and sending me falling into oblivion, once again.

(Jeff's POV)

I saw them run into the abandoned cabin and forced me legs to go faster. The Rake will pay if he did ANYTHING to (y/n). I ran towards the cabin and kicked the door down. The Rake had (y/n) chained to the wall. She had long scratches running down her arms and some across her face. Her cheeks and her left eye were bruised and already turning purple.

The Rake launched itself at me but I was too quick. I sidestepped him and dug my knife into its heart.

"I warned you, you will pay for what you did." I said in a low growl.

The Rake gasped and soon went limp.

I ran to (y/n) and began untying her. Once I did, I scooped her up into my arms and held her head close to my chest.

"Come on, (y/n), please be okay." I whispered.

She let out a small cough. I held her so that I could see her face, her (e/c) fluttered open, giving me hope. She gave me a small smile that sent butterflies up my stomach.

"I'm okay," she said resting her head on my chest, "just take me home."

"Home?" I asked. "I can't. You have to stay with me."

I felt her nod against me. "I know, what else do you want me to call that house?" She asked quietly. I felt a smile creep onto my face and realized that she was asleep. I got up and began to walk home with her in my arms. I found my new hope, and I would keep this one alive, no matter what.