Unreal creepy reality.

Chapter 5: Hunting with Slits

                       I didn't have time to answer my question though, as he was pinned in a bad spot. I really could have just left him there to die, but something inside me told me not to. I ran quickly, and quietly, behind the shadow like creature. Then stabbed him only to watch him fall away into non-existence. Jeff just stared up at me dumbfounded. "Are you ok?" I asked, deciding to look through his stare.

                        There was silence though, a deafening silence. I sighed, not caring if he was out of it. My hand shot down, causing him to flinch, my hand remained outstretched. "Just take my hand if you're alive in there!" I said in a snarky tone.

                         He took my hand hesitantly, before realizing what I said. He gave me an indignant glare, a frown clearly evident through his never ending half burned smile. "Hey! I'm alive just confused! Don't act like a smart ass bitch!" He retorted darkly, but that was hardly scary since only a few minutes before he was cornered by an old enemy.

                          "Oh I'm sorry, but wasn't this smart ass bitch the one who saved your sorry ass, smile boy?!" I replied sarcastically.

                          "I had it handled!" he yelled back.

                          "Yeah, sure, by laying on the ground like an idiot!?" I asked indignantly, waiting for him to point out what had happened to me.

                            He grumbled for a moment before noticing my hands. He started chuckling, he had to have recognized them from me hanging from the cliff. "This is coming from the bitch who was hanging by her fingertips off of that cliff?" he asked between bouts of laughter.

                             My eyes darkened from underneath my hair, I had just about had it with him. "So what!?" I hissed,"At least with you distracting him, I had time to pull myself back up, and you're not dead right now! So don't you dare make me regret my decision to help your sorry ass!"

                              Jeff suddenly shut up, nothing, once again there was a deafening silence between us. I wasn't sure how it would be broken, things were just falling into place when he faced me directly again...

Jeff's P.O.V.

                              I fell silent, but it wasn't just because she pissed me off. For once I was just surprised to hear someone say, something like that to me. She asked me, not to make her regret helping me. Had I really heard that leave her mouth? It felt good to tease people about their mistakes, but it felt weird when they made you feel emotions you thought were long dead. She had awakened my empathy. My ability to love? I couldn't quite tell, but what she said made me feel good. Had she really saved me because I unintentionally helped her? I mean I hadn't really cared about what would happen to her when I attacked that thing so, her response was unexpected. When my head lifted to face her again, she seemed worried about what she had said might lead too. I heaved a sigh before responding to her,"Why would you even help me?" I asked seriously, as I wanted her confirmation on my theory.

                           "Huh? Oh ok," she began to answered taking my question with both surprise, and careful consideration,"I guess I could say it was instinct, but that really wouldn't be the right word for it. You didn't intend too, but you saved me anyway, so yeah. It felt right so I did it. Leaving you there didn't feel right, so I returned the favor, but not because I had too. It was more like, cause I wanted too."

                           I stared at her, observing her reactions as she gave me the answer I assumed she would. Goddamnit she was cute, wait no I just met her stop it! I nodded as she finished, pretty silent considering our current situation. She sighed, before speaking again,"Look, let's just start over. Hi there my name is Slits, or Emma if you would prefer, and you are?"