Chapter 8: Its time

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  He's here. Right in front of me.
Jeff the Killer.  Knife in hand, he's scarier than the fan art portrays him as.
  Coming closer, I know I've met my end but I have to fight it. I don't know why but I have the urge to fight.
  One more step and he's right in front of me. But this feeling...this passion...I must hurt someone...I must hurt him!

He looks up at me, probably think about how pathetic I look, hiding from a killer in a pile of blankets on the floor.
He reaches down and I gladly let him grab my neck. I will not fight. I have to wait for the right time.
  I'm in a chokehold right now and his grip is getting tighter.
Plan-
1: wait.
2: hurt him.
God my thoughts are getting so dark.

Soon my vision has turned into a shade of red. I'm not sure if it's because I'm being choked or if I'm...no. Im not that crazy.
He looks into my eyes one more time, but now he looks scared. If he could get any more pallid, he would be.  His eyes stayed locked with mine until he dropped me into a heap.
Suddenly another wave of thoughts invaded me. I can only hear one word.
Kill.
Kill.
Kill.
I'll kill him. I want to watch his blood spill.
But wait...he's a pasta. He's pretty much immortal.
I don't care. I want death. I want blood. I want crimson staining my hands.

His knife is on the floor and he's backing towards the door.
I take the knife and the handle feels nice against my skin.  The blood already staining it is exciting to me.

I'm standing, walking to him.
He's yelling for help.
Helpless!
Weak!
He's weak...
My sister...
Was. Weak.
Macy.
God what am I doing.
The knife clatters to the ground and everything goes black.

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