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Jane the Killer © MrAngryDog on DeviantArt
(Disclaimer this story and ship are under no circumstances meant to disrespect the creators' canon relationships. This was written out of pure enjoyment and is not meant to be taken seriously.)
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This is bad, this is real bad. 

Natalie stood at the front of an apartment door, Jane Richardson's to be exact, her heart pounding so loudly she swear she could feel her bones thump along with it. 

She peered across the dimly lit hallway left, then right. It was way too late for anyone to be awake on a weekday night, but she couldn't risk anyone seeing her mangled face.  

I really shouldn't be here. 

Her limbs were shaking, she thought it was odd, she didn't feel cold at all. With a deep breath, she clenched her hands into fists and brought one up to the door. Her fist froze before slamming against the surface, she noticed an interesting crack. A  deep crack split vertically down the door. Her eye glazed over, examining the split door that held her interest. 

I should really just turn around, go back home, back to Toby... 

Without acknowledging what she was doing, Natalie slid her index finger down the crack. She yelped in pain and yanked herself back as a splinter slid through her skin. She brought the wound closer to her eye and nudged the sliver with her other finger. It only pushed the wood in further, forcing blood to trickle down her finger. The brim of her eye began to dampen, tears threatening to spill over.

This was a stupid idea, I'm definitely leav-

Just as Natalie turned towards the hallway exit, the door that'd cruelly attacked her swung open.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" Jane exclaimed in a hush, not wanting to wake her neighbors. Natalie flinched, turning back to Jane. She scratched the back of her head witch a weary grin. She cringed as her splintered finger caught a strand of her hair and swiftly shoved the finger in her mouth to suck on the wound like a child. 

"I just wanted to see you," She stifled a nervous laugh with the finger still stuck in her mouth. "How's it been?" Jane cast her a bewildered scowl and shifted in the doorway. Jane's eyes wandered away from Natalie, attempting to focus them on anything but the feeble girl standing in front of her. She almost felt the second hand embarrassment from her, wanting to pull the girl inside and offer her hot tea. Alas, the sound of Mary and Jessie rustling in the kitchen to prepare dinner tore her from the enticing urge and placed her right back to reality. 

"Shouldn't you be home with- what's that guy's name- Toby, right?" Natalie flinched again at the sound of her lover's name and took the finger from her mouth. She made this trip to forget about him for the time being, yet his name comes back around again.

"What? A girl can't have some alone time with old friends?" She gave a friendly grin that faded when Jane gave no reply. Natalie sighed, "How long has it been? Man, I can't even remember. Remember that ti-" 

"Two years, three weeks and 4 days," Jane cut her off in mid sentence. 

"Huh?"

"Since we last met it's been two years, three weeks, four days," Jane pursed out her bottom lip and thought for a moment. "And 56 minutes." 

Natalie's eyes widened in amazement, and admittedly flattery. "You've been counting all that?"

"No," Jane immediately shot the assumption down. "I'm just really good at math." She tapped her head. "Y'know, government testing and all that- Would you stop messing with your finger!" Natalie ripped her attention from the splinter and looked back up to Jane with embarrassment. 

"S-Sorry, It's just..." Natalie stuttered and quieted her voice to a mumble. "I have a splinter..."

"Is that why you had that pained face the entire time? Gods, you're so hopeless, just let me help you before you get an infection," Jane closed the door before Natalie could get her own word in. She listened closely, hearing some sound of conversation in the apartment. Were other people living there? Were they like her and Jane? Maybe she was having a party and she just interrupted the entire thing... Now she was really regretting about coming... A party pooper was the last thing she wanted to be. 

The door opened and closed again with Jane returning with a first aid kit. "Sit down," Jane instructed as she got down on her knees and opened the kit. Natalie obliged, chanting the rhyme criss-cross-apple-sauce in her head as she did so. Jane first took out the tweezers, grabbing Natalie's hand and examining her finger as she looked for the splinter.

"Damn, that's pretty deep, how'd you get it so far in there?" 

"I don't remember," Natalie said, not wanting to admit the stupid truth. Natalie hesitated, "Is it gonna hurt?"

"Of course it is," Jane said bluntly. She stopped Natalie as she began to protest, "Don't be such a baby, didn't you sew your cheeks and gouge out your eye? You can handle a second of this." Natalie began to protest once more, but yelped at Jane swiftly ripped the piece of wood out. 

"Is it over yet?" Natalie whined. 

"We have to disinfect it," Jane took out a cotton ball and alcohol next. 

"But this is the worst part! Can't we just skip this and put the bandage on?" Jane ignored her pleas and continued on with the process. Moments went by in silence, despite a few whimpers that escaped Natalie's throat. The tension was thick between them as Jane held Natalie's hand firmly. Natalie listened to Jane's soft breathing, looking into her focused eyes. She thought, she never wanted Jane to let go of her hand. She wished it could be this calm forever. 

Jane finished wrapping the bandage tightly over Natalie's finger and looked up. Natalie was staring into her black eyes with a crooked grin. She truly believed those eerily black things that sucked in your soul were romantic.

"Jane," Natalie said, her voice was a soft whisper.  "I love you."

Jane turned her head away and let go of the girl's hand. She hastily pulled her kit together, locking the little box and moving back to the inside of her apartment.

As Jane was about to close the door she paused, twisting her head ever so slightly. "I don't," She stated coldly,  slamming the door behind her.

Natalie, still sitting on the hall way floor, wept.