You sit in silence, surrounded by darkness as black as ebony. Heat rested in your cheeks, the fury you felt lighting a fire in you as hot a lava and almost as deadly. Jeff's return would surely by bloody. You could just imagine it. Both of you fighting with newly sharpened knives, blood dripping from your clothes and the streaks of red liquid spread across your skin. All as you both smiled madly and laughed loudly. You smirk to yourself, liking the thought and the high chances of it happening. Your heart beats with anticipation as you hear the back door creak open. You stand to your feet and face the killer, waiting for your dreams to become a reality. You fold your arms and twirl a knife in your fingers.

" So....you lied?" Jeff shrugged, placing a heavy, leather book on the coffee table before sitting down and sighing. You frown, knowing that the killer obviously wasn't willing to fight. You wanted to push him, your mind almost tearing at the pressure of your new found insanity. However, the last of your sanity was keeping you in check, keeping you from harm and you decided to listen. After all, if you died then no more Jeff.

You picked up the book and examined it, noticing the tears on the spine and the roughness of the material. It reminded you of cow hide. It made you shiver and filled your entire being with a feeling of disgust.

" Jason called " You watch from the corner of your eye as the killer smirks, knowing something you didn't. The frustration of such a notion was unbearable as you hated it when you were teased and mocked. The killer stood to his feet and turned to face the faded moonlight outside.

" That's his. I stole it. Need it to get my album back from that motherf....disgraceful creature " You nod and watch from the corner of your (E\C) eye as Jeff faces you once more, his wound no longer bothering him and it being very clear that you had been fooled earlier. You couldn't stay angry at the killer though. The madness in his eyes made you feel the same rush as your earlier kill. You got lost in them so often that you couldn't count the times, and your mind always clouded at his mad smile.

" Lets go (Y\N) " A look of confusion spreads across your face. You stand, not wanting to risk you life nor anyone else's. Your sanity may have corroded but you still loved your family, much like Jeff did.

" I smell the blood on ya. Its time we hunted don't ya think?"