Just a little Jeff the Killer thing I wrote on my iPhone during conferences XD. Those lines were effing long. Plus most of the people at my school annoy me. This is a one-shot for sure, don't know how long my obsession with this guy's gonna last, but this story for sure will not be continued, unless I feel like bunching together any other future killings by this man. Not sure that would be counted as continuing. So yeah, the criticism I see for people who write Jeff the Killer and draw him is unbelievable but I decided to grow some balls and do it anyway. Don't like it, then that sucks, but be polite about it, or no virtual cookies for you. Or enchiladas, which are, in fact, heavenly. XD On with the story then~!
"Doesn't it get lonely?" She questioned, a slim brow arching inquisitively. She was sitting up now, the covers had fallen off her thin frame, and he could see pale white skin where the hem of her thin blue tank top had ridden up with the movement.
"Lonely?" She was fucking with him. He was sure of it. This was all some ploy to get him not to kill her. To show her mercy that had long since been demolished. No fucking way. He would kill her, hear her scream. And then when her parents came running he would let them see what he'd done before cutting them down as well.
"That's what I said." She replied with a little smile. She crossed her slim legs and he could briefly see up her shorts, distracting him for a bit. "Even a psychopathic killer must feel it sometimes?"
Despite his permanent smile, the boy-killer was frowning. Did he feel it? Maybe...in the deepest, coldest depths of his mind he had that...emptiness. "That's irrelevant!" He growled at the girl who would be his victim if she would only cease her non-stop yapping. What was she, a psychiatrist? He almost chuckled at the thought, he was far beyond the help of the incessant question "and how does that make you feel?"
"Is it?" She questioned further, looking at him innocently, like she didn't know exactly what she was fucking doing. "Maybe you're just unhappy. I don't think slaughtering innocent people will help very much. Haven't you ever wanted to talk to someone? Y'know, more than the usual 'go to sleep' spiel."
"I don't need a shrink." He replied slowly, biting down on each word.
She stared for a while, then very slowly shook her head, "okay, not quite what I meant. I mean the normal everyday conversation. Meaningless banter, joking insults, the like."
"I don't need that. It's like you said, meaningless. I don't need friends. I have a knife." He chuckled darkly, "and it should really have sunk into your eye about thirty minutes ago, so if you don't mind I'd like to get on with it."
"What do you gain from killing me?" She asked quickly as he stepped forward, the first sign that he had fazed her, "more cops on your ass? Is that really what you want? It's only gonna get worse from here. The more you kill the stronger the need will be, until you start picking ridiculous fights that you have no hope of winning. You'll die eventually, and for what? A stupid high you get? A fucking rush?" She was babbling, and honestly, it amused him. She wasn't going to talk him out of this, he'd been through it too many times for the cries of the victimized to affect him. She was tense, taught as a bow, and his eyes took a slow meander down the modest curves of her body. He was thankful it was such a stuffy, hot night. She didn't have much clothing to speak of, and the shorts and too-small tank top left little to the imagination. It added even more pleasure to this night's "rounds". She was trembling, and her eyes were almost full. He slid the knife in his hand lightly over the skin of her thigh, not even enough to draw blood...yet. He let out a chuckle, enjoying it as she flinched away. If she hadn't looked to the door before she darted to it, he might not have caught her, and she might have had a chance of getting away. His arm wrapped tightly around her abdomen, pulling her back so that her back was pressed to his chest almost like an embrace. He was uncharacteristically gentle as he lay her back down on her bed. She was kicking and screaming the whole time. Her foot connected with his gut at one time, but he recovered quickly and slapped her across the face. She was sobbing, screaming and sobbing.
He leaned in close, bringing his mutilated mouth close to her ear. His hot breath made her shiver as he brushed lips across her ear lobes, "Shhhh, just go to sleep." His knife found its mark, sinking easily into the skin of her abdomen. "Oh, and thanks for the talk. I feel much better." He laughed like only a true maniac could as she lay gasping for breath. He brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear, again unusually gentle. She stared up at him with unexplainable fear in her eyes, and he grinned back gleefully, chuckling once more. He heard her parents coming then, heavy steps and quick, light steps. His laughs got louder and his hand brushed along one side of the girl's body, stopping at her leg and lifting off of her skin as he turned to the door. This was bound to be fun.
So tell me your thoughts. :3 I had fun with this, seeing as it's my first time. Total Jeff virgin. But yeah, reviews make me smile and flames make me cry XD. Or laugh. Probably laugh. Thanks for reading and maybe more Jeff stories will pop up in the future, eh? Sounds good.