When You Met

                                    

                                          
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Jeff the Killer
                          
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 I was walking down the alleyway that led to my house when I heard fast footsteps behind me. I turned around and all I saw was white and black. I gasped, but as I landed on my back, my mouth was covered by a hand covered in something. "If you scream, you die." The person chuckled darkly and I rolled my eyes. Let's get this over with. I kneed the guy in the gut and put both of my feet on his chest and kicked him away. I then did a kick up and landed on my feet and pulled out the knife that I always kept with me. Even when I was sleeping. I approached the guy who was now standing up and holding his own knife. He chuckled darkly and said, "You're stronger than you look." I gave him a glare and said: "Back off." He chuckled again and said, "I want to see what you're made of first." I smirked. If only he knew. He rushed me and I rushed him.
                          
28 minutes later
                          
 I was gasping for breath. He's got skills, I'll give him that. "You.....are very.....strong....." I gave a small laugh. "So.....are......you," I responded back. I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting close to dark. I looked back at the man that I fought with and saw that he was coated in a little blood that I cut out of him. He looked at me and I got a clear view of his face. He had pale skin, burnt-off eyelids, and a cut-in smile. He suddenly smiled. "I never did see your face. You look beautiful." I smiled. "So do you." I looked at the sky and saw the sun setting. "It's been fun, but I have to go." When I was walking down the alleyway, I heard footsteps again. I turned around while putting my hand on my knife in my jacket's pocket. Only, my hand retracted once I saw that the guy was limping. "Can I....stay with you. Until I'm healed?" I huffed. "You're lucky I'm feeling guilty about this." This 'Jeff' guy that I met, he told me his name on the way to my house, followed me home and I let him stay in my house for the night. However, as much as this guy could fight, and I honored that, I still watched the door to the guest room he was staying in. During the night, I heard something break and cursing inside the guest room. I questioned this and opened the door with my hand on my knife. As I peered through, I saw Jeff standing over a broken vase. "Jeff?" He looked up at me with a look of guilt. I smiled and made my way into the guest room. My hand was off my knife by now, but I was still cautious. "Let me guess. You accidentally knocked over the vase?" He nodded and said, "I was wondering if you could.....help me with some of the cuts you made in me." He showed me some of the cuts. I felt a pang of guilt hit me and I growled. "Curse me and my feelings." I stalked out the door and got a med kit. I went back into the guest room and ordered Jeff to sit on the bed. He sat down on the bed and watched me stitch his wounds. Once I was done, I sat up and said "There, all fixed." I was exiting through the doorway when I heard "Thank you, Y/N." I smiled to myself and decided it would be safe to go to sleep now.
                          
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Masky
                          
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 It was noon and I'm heading towards the Bakery in town. When I walked through the doors, I heard my B/F (B/F means best friend) say "Hey there Y/N! Where you been?" I smiled and walked up to the display of cheesecakes. "Ohhhh you know, checking out all the horror movies coming up so you and I can have a girl's day/night out." "Awwww! You just want me to squish you with love, don't you?" I giggled and said "No thanks. You give tighter hugs than me." I scanned the display and pointed at the 'New York Cheesecake'. "How about the 'New York Cheesecake'?" "Nice choice." B/F said pointing her pointer finger at me and then retrieving the cheesecake I ordered. "Credit or cash?" "Cash as always," I said paying for the cheesecake. Once I was handed the cheesecake, I sat down at a table and started eating. I didn't even notice that someone was watching me. Later that day, when I was standing in front of my front door, I noticed a box with a note on top of it. I picked up the box, brought it in, and read the note. It said: 'You look gorgeous and I hope you enjoy the cheesecake.' I blushed and smiled. I opened the box and saw that it was my favorite type of cheesecake. As I tasted a bite, I thought: Someone has good taste.