Madison lay in her bed, shaking in fear. It had been roughly two weeks since the incident with Jeff, and she was not able to shake the mortal fear of his face lurking over her. There was a storm outside, ravaging the trees, pushing them against her window like monstrerous arms. Every smack of thunder startled here, the flashes of lightning keeping her awak. She lay almost motionless, clenching her mask and holding tightly on to her blade. They were her safety for the night. Patrick had made her a skinned pigs mask for her, and gave her a blade similar to his, but more slimmed, like her. They brought upon protection. But would they be enough to stop Jeff? Would they fend off the laughter that would ring through her ears? Within the next flash of light, she saw him standing by her bed. In a quick swing, she felt air. Was she hallucinating? The signs said yes, she was. But her mind would say otherwise. In the next instance, she was held to the bed, defenseless as to what were to come.
She tried to let out a scream but was gagged before that was possible. In the next flash of light, she saw him. She saw the leather jacket. The torn jeans. The mask of flesh. Patrick was on top of her. This lifted her from the darkness, feeling him so close. She lifted her head to his mask, attempting to move it to kiss him, but failed. He pushed her back down, pulling rope out of the back of his jeans. "Now now, don't go wild on me." he said, laughing. "You sick fuck." she mumbled through the gag, laughing back. He tied her hands, and then her legs. Pulling out his blade, Madison could hear his chuckle underneath the mask. He was pleased with her. Sliding his knife in between Madison's legs, sliding it gently up and down, Patrick could hear her breaths become heavier. "I thought you...didn't like being teased, Piggy?" she breathed out. "I don't. Payback, however, I am faithful to." he chuckled, pressing the blade harder against her pants, eventually reaching the zipper. The belt. He sliced it open, like it were his newest prey. She tried to sit up and reach for him, but he grabbed her throat, pushing her to the bed with force. "Not tonight. You're my prey." he growled, unbuttoning her pants, pulling them down and off. She heard the unzipping of his pants, she saw his face come up to hers, his mask off of his beautiful face. She felt his hand tighten around her throat as he entered her. They both let out a gasp of relief. She reached to his face, biting the lower lip. Digging in dip, the blood flowed into her mouth. The copper taste gave her a sensation. He growled in pain, yet it sounded pleased at the pain. Patrick was notorious for pain. And Madison was in love with taking advantage of it. The feeling of him sliding into her intensified as he sped up. Her fingers nailed at his spine as he pressed farther. She could feel him reaching his peak as they look eachother deep in their eyes. The lightning flashed. The thunder boomed. The trees cracked at the window. Madison was almost breathless. The lightning sped up. All she could see above her was the face of the man who could have taken her life. And behind him was a grey sweater. A white face. A smile.A knife. And beneath the thunder, she could hear the laugh.
Without hesitation, Madison rolled her body and Patrick's away from Jeff, in the same moment as he swung his blade down. Swinging her leg towards him, she felt her foot make contact with his head, knocking him back. They both their clothes back on, and immediately reached for their blades. Madison found hers, but Patrick couldn't find his. Jeff's laugh rose. "Thought you got rid of me, didn't you, Piggys? Well guess what? I'm still here." he shouted over the thunder. "Madison move!" Patrick yelled to her, pushing her away from the action. She fell to a corner, again being forced to watch Patrick fend off Jeff. In an instant, they were a blurred rush. Patrick was swinging his fists, Jeff swinging his knife. They fell into her closet before Patrick through the laughing monster back out, onto the ground. As he walked towards him, Jeff threw his body at Patrick. This threw him backwards, breaking them through the door. At that moment, the thunder stopped, as did the sound around Madison. She was left in blackness, with no sound. After an eternity in the blackness, a jolt of lightning flashed, and she was terrified at the sight. In that moment of light, she saw Jeff. Standing infront of her, laughing. The next thing she knew, he had his hands on her hair, throwing her onto the ground. As she scrambled on her knees, fumbling for anything as defense, she felt Jeffs body as he jumped onto her back. His laugh had changed, like he were playing. "Come on, bitch. You put up a better fight than this before!" He wrapped his arms around her throat and began to squeeze. She could feel the air leaving her, Madison was slipping into nothing. She eyed the door, looking for Patrick. She could see him in the hallway outside of her door. HIs body lay there, almost lifeless. Almost, as she could see his breathing. This told Madison to fight. She knew she would have to fight this battle by her own. But how could she beat Jeff, her greatest fear? She was never afraid of Patrick, and he held a blade to her aswell, intending to kill. But she could feel a soul in him. The monster behind her right now was souless. There was no way she could persuade him. And then she remembered Pigskins last words to her, the first night they had met. "You...you're mine." she couldn't leave him here. She owed him that much. In a moment of adrenaline, she began to rise. She stood. Jeff had kept his legs and arms wrapped around her, but he had failed to see the blade in her hand. With every piece of energy in her, Madison swung down. It penetrated Jeffs thigh, and this made him give out a scream. She lifted it out of him, and swung down in the same area. Again. Again. Again. The leg let go. In a flash, Madison threw the knife to her other hand, and repeated on Jeffs good leg. In moments he let go, but still hung on with his arms. Madison looked into the hallway just in time to see Patrick starting to stir. This was a good sign. But she hadn't let it distract her too much, she was ready to finish Jeff. Without thinking, she dropped to the ground. This made Jeff let go as pure agony rung through his body. His body sprawled on the ground, shaking in pain. Trying to reach for his knife, Madison kicked it out of Jeff's reach. "Not this time you sick fuck." She lifted him up, sitting him up infront of the bed. She found the rope Patrick had used on her, and began tying Jeff in the natural fashion. He began to laugh, for a moment, Madison hit her fist off of his face, stopping his laughter.
Patrick was finally standing on his feet, disoriented. The sight he saw when he entered the bedroom was unbelievable. Jeff was tied, with perfect precision on Madisons bed. There was blood covering his pants. His eyes showed fear, agony, pain. But what his eyes were looking at is what shocked him. Madison was on top of Jeff, laughing. "Squeal for me, you little fuck." she hollered. She raised the blade as far as she could, and swung down. Her arms didn't reach Jeff, however. They were stopped in motion by a hand grabbing her wrists. In shock, Madison turned her head to Patrick, however that's not who she had seen. She was looking in the eyes of Pigskin. She saw the serial killer from the first night on this bed. His hand squeezed her wrists, making her drop the knife. Patrick had stopped Jeff from dying. They're eyes didn't move, their vision staying on each other. In this moment, this miniscule moment in time, as their eyes gazed upon eachother, Madison knew what Pigskin was planning to do. And she knew she would not be able to stop him. Not this time.