Chapter : 1 What am I?

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I stood there in shock, darkness consumed my vision and screams erupted from my throat. It hurt, it hurts so much. But when they were pulled, that hurt 100 times more. You could hear the soft squelch as my pierced eyeballs slipped out of their sockets. Liquid poured down my cheeks, I guessed it was blood as my attempts to cry only made the pain worse. Then I heard my father yell, "what the hell," my mother retched. They called me a monster, A freak, a mistake. I didn't even know why. Then strangely, vision came to me, though my eyes were ripped out, on the ground, I could see. Everything had this strange bluish glow to it. I looked at my parents as they continue to curse. I could see their hearts, I could hear them beating, I could smell their blood, it made me hungry. I looked into my mothers eyes and suddenly, I could see from her point of view. I gasped in surprise and looked at myself. I was just like I used to be except my skin was a pale grey, my blonde hair turned black and my eyes were missing. The most horrifying part was that A black ooze leaked from the empty sockets. I screamed, but found the scream came from my body. Then I realised, I can see what she sees, i'm not her, i'm still in my body.

I closed my eyes and found I was back in my point of view when I opened them. I frowned looking at them shining in the bluish glow. Then I spoke, I haven't spoken for a long time. Those screams were the first sound my voice had made in two years. So when I spoke I was surprised to hear my voice sounded hollow and cold. "you look delicious," that was the first thing I said after two long years of silence because that was when my abuse started...

and this is when it ends.

I leapt forward on to their bodies, And bit into my father's neck ripping it open. I don't know if it was my lack of caring to taste the food, more like trash, I was given to eat or what but his blood, tasted sweet. I wanted more. I could see his heart beating in his chest, I could see everything, I looked at the warmth radiating from his body. Then I turned to face my mother. I bit down on her neck causing her to gasp for air. I grabbed her body and forced her head back until I heard a loud crack. I broke her neck, killing her. Her heartbeat was slowing down. So I ripped away at her chest with my strange claws and sharp pointed teeth that appeared, until I could see her heart. I ripped it out and stared as it went limp. I took a bite and a sweet taste filled my mouth. I quickly devoured it then did the same to my father. I saw the blood, leaking from their bodies and started to lap it up. I heard police sirens, damn some bitch called the police. I cut open my parents, stole their organs and ran off. Disappearing before the police entered the area.

I held the bag in my mouth and dashed through the neighborhood. I felt wild, feral, I love the feeling of killing, I want to do it again. I felt so small, I was running on four legs... How? I dashed in front of someone when crossing the street and look through their eyes. Instead of a black haired, eyeless girl, I saw a grey eyeless cat, with the same bag full of organs and the same oozing Black stuff pouring from the eye sockets. How was I a cat? Maybe I'm looking through the wrong eyes. I doubt it, it makes sense, now I look at myself, I have paws rather than feet. The strange powers I have suddenly gained confuse me. How is this possible? I must be dreaming. What a crazy dream.

But this felt to real to be a dream. Dreams didn't have so much rush, adrenaline, dreams always felt numb, this... felt so real. Wait if I'm suddenly getting all these powers now, what is there's more to come. I must find somewhere safe to hide, I need to find somewhere safe to hide. I wonder if I can disguise myself, make it look like I have eyes, trick people, then I could just... live with them and they wouldn't even know. I turned into a dark alley way and put the bag down behind something. I imagined myself with eyes, I imagined myself as a cat, that grey cat but with brilliant purple eyes. Then I ran up to a man on a phone. I ran in front of him and he looked at me. I looked through his eyes, it worked, I had brilliant, vibrant violet eyes.

I looked away and ran off To grab my organ bag. Only to see I had company in the ally. I stalked over to my bag eyeing him. He watched me, I know he was watching me. But only did his attention perk up when he saw the clear bag full of organs in my mouth. He clapped his knees and clicked with his tongue, clearly beaconing me. My instincts told me to run, but I knew my chance of survival depended on this and he didn't seem bothered by the organ bag, in fact I'm pretty sure that's what made him want me. I forced my way over to him. Finally looking up and observing him. White hoodie, split smile from ear to ear, almost, clearly cut in. Insanity was present and I could smell the blood on him, and his hoodie was stained in it. I could hear his heart beat, I could see his heart, but it never changed, this man, he was immortal to age. Indeed he can be killed but he doesn't age. This is fascinating, very fascinating. It made me hungry. He kinda just stood there so I ripped the bag open with my mouth and started devouring the organs. I heard him chuckling, creep.

"I wonder what Grinny would think of you little one. Where'd you get the organs anyway." I looked him dead in the eye and a meow echoed past my lips. I tilted my head to the side. "What should I call you, for the time being? Hmm..." He questioned me. That's right, what will I call myself? Eyeless something or heartless something or death? Nah that probably is copyright or something. It's cheesey and cliche and I'm serious. I gave a creepy smile, as I thought to myself, laughing mentally. He clapped his hands together, "Cheshire," he smiled even wider. I did too, it was perfect, I can see and know anything like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in wonder land. Suddenly my ears perked up, cops, sirens and a lot of them. He glanced up then grabbed me. It surprised me and I squirmed. "It's okay, let's go," he laughed. I finally found a comfortable position in his arms. I looked up in curiosity as we entered the forest near by. He ran until he reach two identical trees, they were scratched up. The moment he stepped through them I knew we weren't in my home town area any more. Rather we were in a forest full of tall slender and did I forget to mention creepy trees. I liked it.

The strange boy or man, he wasn't very old actually now I get a better look at him, we are around the same age, if you don't count the immortality? I looked through his eyes, he was looking for something, he looked at me, my eyes flickered between empty to violet again, it surprised him. I went back in my body. I hooked up into his thoughts, I didn't know it was possible, my powers are still forming though, so who knows. I could see and hear his thoughts though. I think I'm seeing things, I would rub my eyes if I had eyelids. Ooh that didn't sound comfortable. I decided I wanted to walk and squirmed out of his grip. He looked at me and I followed him. "Just follow me if your gonna walk, Cheshire," he sighed. I meowed loudly, he looked at me and smiled softly, to spite his permanent grin. I grinned up at him, and he laughed. "Yeah Grinny's gonna like you." Who is he talking about. Then a thought came over me, if I can read thoughts, then can I alter them. In other words talk telepathically. I decided to try. Boo. He jumped, oh my god this is exciting. Slender? Is that you. I don't think we would sound the same. Am I crazy like Toby now? What's it called, that thing when you have voices in your head. No. He was looking at me and I was looking through his eyes. But I looked straight ahead innocently, no way he was gonna find out yet. Who are you. I had to mentally slap myself from laughing. I am you. What the fuck? Geez no need to swear, that's just my saying geez. Umm well... I see everything, it's amazing. I can gather up so much information. Here let me try now. What are you doing. Jeffrey woods. Creepypasta. Known as Jeff the killer. Has two almost doubles, Jane the killer and Nina the killer. 17 wow I thought you were older. Anything else you want me to tell you about yourself. Family. Okay.. So you murdered your parents and brother Liu when you were young. But Liu is alive known as the Creepypasta Homicidal Lui. Oh and your saying is Go to sleep. No bad. Who are you actually? That's for me to know and you to find out. Now just go on your way home with that kitty there. I called her Cheshire. We are alike. What?... Hellooooo? Shut up I'm exiting your thoughts. He picked me up again as we entered a clearing with a massive, creepy mansion. Cool! I was buzzing with excitement. He chuckled and pet me. I've never been pet before, it was weird, my cat self loved it but it felt awkward for my human self.

He walked up to the door of the mansion, I was surprised. It was new. I hacked into his memories, oh stupid people, including him usually knock in down and it's been replaced recently. This power keeps getting stronger I'm feeling quite op right now. I can hack anything. I can know everything. I am you. I like that saying.

As he opened the door it made a loud creaking noise. It opened up onto a living room, split by the walkway, to the stairs, from the living room to the kitchen. I could see a dining room up the back, connected to the living room. Everyone in the living room turned their heads to face Jeff. I looked at them all but my gaze stopped instantly and I felt my power waver, causing my eyes to flicker the illusion when I met the gaze of a boy, like me. He had darker ash skin then my human form and was missing his eyes, like me. He had the black ooze too. It was mesmerising. We were so alike yet so different. I will study up on this boy. But there was one thing I liked about this house. That was that they were all killers. Like me. But they were immortal, I don't know if I'm immortal, after I went through that experience my hate rate has slowed and my senses have been heightened. Maybe someone here could help me or maybe I can become a creepypasta. Slenderman would have to accept me first.

I could hear their hearts beating, despite my earlier meal. It made me feel hungry.