Jeff The Killer X Slenderman Novels & Stories

Drake cleared his throat and continued, "Now, about your situation. I want to help you seek justice and closure for what happened to your family. Do you have any pictures of the man who ordered the attack on your family? Or any leads, anything that could help us track him down?" Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He reached for a small envelope on the coffee table and pulled out a photograph. The image showed a man in a suit, a sly smile on his face, exuding an air of power and confidence. "This is him," Jeff seid, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's the one who ordered the hit on my family."

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

No matter what, he won't die without a fight. "Hehehe, hey, kid, what are you doing?" Without answering him, Yman's mouth opened wide. Then, he bit the killer's leg. "Bwahahahahaha! That was useless! Useless! Useless! hahahahaha!" Yman seemed to notice that what he did nothing to the killer. His strength was not enough to cause a wound to the killer. It looks like this killer was not an ordinary person! "Hahaha, kid, are you done with your little game? Hehehehe! Now beg! Beg! Beg! Beg for your petty life! Then resign your soul to my sword! Hehehe!"

Roe gulped in slight fear with her moth agape. The pain in my side subsided and became tolerable. Holding the tree as leverage, I slowly stood up and they both took a step back. That was almost humorous, watching the person who first wounded me, now backing off in fear. "I am a werewolf from Zyrenia." I stood to my full height. "Now, what were you saying about your Elf queen?"

But here, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I could finally let out a shaky breath. My head was pounding and the door opened. "Occupied." I screamed "By who?" That wasn't a girl's voice or Marco, it was the strange man. The alcohol has not fully taken over me and my snapped to the door immediately. "Hello Killer" he smiled exposing his dirty teeth at my direction. So I was right, I did know who he was. That's when my head booted and I remembered that voice from Rarf club. He was one of Rarf's guard who had fun with little girls, suffocating them if they dont do as he says.

She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."

He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you." "Not a simple person," Jefferson's reply was meaningless because he had no idea who the killer was as well. In his memory, he couldn't remember that he had offended someone so capable. Perhaps it was the drug dealers, but he had no evidence to point out at them. Furthermore, he had no idea how Stephen looked like.

Slender muttered silently as he touched the small bleeding wound that had been opened up on his neck, just next to his jugular. That small scar that was already healing was a reminder that if he had been a step slower, he would have lost his life. It was funny that an Undead, a creature that had faced death already, was worried about his jugular being cut; yet that was indeed the case. Even if he had died before, a clean cut to his jugular would lead to dizziness. Dizziness, not death. Undeads would not die from a severed jugular. The issue was what came after. With an assassin of such great skill, was there anyway that he would miss such an opening? A dizzy Slender will be easy pickings for

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.

How dare I use this to defeat people who ain’t bad? He just smiled as he knew that his brother is the same as always. Jeff saw how there is a pulse and shallow breathing on the man that his twin brother beaten a while ago Even if he is mad and is in the good side… he never took any life. Never… Jackson is a man who would always speak as if he can easily kill someone but the truth is he isn’t. He can’t even harm a small little squirrel. Even so, Jeff knew that his brother is not a real coward. He didn’t kill people just because he is coward and he can’t do it. He won’t kill people because he think it is the best way to be. He isn’t someone who can take lives as punishments. Even so, he will l