Chains (Jeff The Killer X Reader)

Chapter 1

If we went insane we were killed or taken to be with serial killers depending on our strength. I hadn't snapped quite yet, although it got harder and harder each fight. The more blood on my hands, the more my sanity slipped away.

I sat in the dark, the only words running through my head were, "Be strong. Trust no one. Survive. Escape" I rocked back and fourth, my chained restraints rattling. Silent tears ran down my cheeks, one by one falling onto the hard ground. Don't go insane, hold on, you're going to be fine. Survive. The sound of my cage opening caused me to look up and quickly wipe the tears off my face.

"Time for you to fight." a deep gruff voice sounded, grabbing my arms. I learned not to fight back or struggle. Just let them do their thing. I let my head fall to my chest, my feet dragging across the ground behind me, scraping them.

"This ones close to snapping. I can just see it." I heard a voice murmur in my ear, warm breath spreading across my cheek. No I was not, I was far from snapping. At least thats what I told myself. I was the longest held captive, somehow managing to keep my sanity and not die. I don't know how, I just did.

"Alright, throw her in. She gets the arena today." I stifled a sigh of relief. I was to show no emotion what so ever. I knew better now. Once he heard my relief he would have changed his mind instantly and made me do the maze. Or the worst case, not letting me eat. Although they barely fed us, I needed it to survive.

I was harshly shoved into a cage. I fell onto my knees, using my hands to keep from falling face forward. I was used to this pain. I got up slowly, letting my hair cover my face. I straightened my posture, clenching my fists and gaining a more threatening stance.

"Today she gets a serial killer." declared the man, cruel amusement glittering in his eyes. Everyone there was sick, full of hatred for us poor people. The government did bad things. I knew that.

"As always, we are doing this for the good of the state! Everyday by the minute we are gaining more freedoms just by lowering the population!" he yelled, pumping his fist into the air.

The crowd that watched us clapped, whistling and chanting, "LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!" such evil people, urging humans just like them to fight against killers and wild animals.

"OVER HERE WE HAVE ONE OF THE LONGEST LIVING PEOPLE IN THE ORGANIZATION!" He shouted, gesturing towards my cage. People cheered, but I knew that I was not going to be alive there for long.

"AND OVER THERE WE HAVE THE INFAMOUS SERIAL KILLER, JEFFREY WOODS!" the last sentence made my heart stop. He was much more skilled than I. Usually I went against the new serial killers that were easy for me to fight against.

This could not be happening. I held my stance, only slightly shifting my nervous gaze to Jeff's cage. The killer was hideous, with a sliced smile carved across his cheeks and an endless stare. I shuddered, his appearance giving me the creeps. I couldn't do this!

"RELEASE THEM IN 5... 4... 3... 2... 1!" the crowd joined in on the counting down, my heart thundering in my chest. They screamed joyously as our cages opened.

I couldn't move. I watched as Jeff raced toward me, going for the knife in the middle of the arena. He smiled wider if it was physically possible, and rushed at me, his feet pounding on the concrete ground.

Everything was in slow motion, he lunged toward me, and my life flashed before my eyes. Nope, I was not gonna die. I mentally shook myself and dove to the left, Jeff's blade nicking my shoulder.

Gasping as I hit the concrete, I scrambled to my feet and took the advantage while Jeff gathered his wits. I sprinted away towards the center of the arena, trying to get a weapon. The crowd was going wild, making it hard to focus.

I quickly snatched the dagger, whirling around to face Jeff. He was dashing toward me, his insane, bone-chilling laughter echoing in my ears. He lunged forward and I attempted to dive out of the way again, but he was ready. He turned as fast as lightning, slashing my shoulder. He missed my neck by an inch.

Blood spewed from the wound, pain waves dizzying me. I recovered swiftly, thrusting my dagger towards his chest. He easily dodged it and placed another hit on my stomach. I was lucky that I backed away far enough for the blow not to kill me.

I grunted and charged right at him. I had an idea. He aimed his knife at my throat and moved to the right before I could make my hit. I expected this and ducked down, slashing at his ankles.

He hissed in momentary pain and brought his knife down towards my skull. I fell onto my stomach and rolled sideways before he could manage to hit me. His blade was only a hair from hitting me. I sprung to my feet, trying to use his surprise to my advantage.

Unfortunately, I was really predictable. When I went to tackle him and make a killing blow, he bent down and slid between my legs. He hit the back of my knees, causing me to stagger and collapse.

Blood trickled down my forehead, where he somehow landed a strike.

Before I could get back up I felt the impact of a body land on me. I grunted as the breath left my lungs, making black spots form in my vision.

I couldn't get him off me. He was so much stronger and more skilled. I knew I didn't stand a chance. I didn't want to go down without a fight, though. I thrashed and kicked, screaming. It reminded me of when I was taken to this hell.

Don't cry, be brave. I told myself through the pain. I could hear the distant booming laughter of the man who made hell a reality.

I could hear the hoots and hollers of the people in the crowd, chanting for Jeff to finish me off.

I barely opened my eyes. I was practically bathing in my own sticky blood.

Scorching agony ripped through my thigh as Jeffs blade plunged through it. I screeched and let out a cry. The audience took a pleasing and cheered louder. Their voices became more muffled and distant.

"AGH!" I yelped as Jeff grabbed my hair, yanking me up and smashing my head back down. Flashes of light entered my vision as he brought me up and then black once again as he smashed my face into the blood-soaked concrete.

I felt tears stream down my face and the more I told myself not to cry the harder I did. My nose made awful cracking noises as it shattered. Then, all of the sudden, the horrible pain and suffering started to dull and subside.

Numbness spread through my limbs. My eyesight faded out slightly. Then everything stopped. Quite literally.

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