As seen, I've decided to try my hand at writing a story starring Jeff the Killer and an OC of mine. May possibly contain MxM relations in the near future. Not quite sure yet. Anyway, here it goes. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
John rolled over in his bed profusely, sweating ice cold beads that trailed down his face. His throat echoed out quick little groans of both fear and torment before his body jolted up and a scream of anger and pain echoed throughout his bedroom. His pale skin shined with a sleek layer of sweat, his dark brown hair matted down and covering down to the bottom of his nose from the moisture. He groaned and hauled himself out of his bed and walked over to his desk. Turning the light on, he opened his laptop comp and sat down and opened Skype. Gliding his mouse scroller down, he found a contact called "Kidaei" and double clicked it, starting a video chat. While the screen booted up, John reached over and grabbed his headset and glasses and put them on. Seeing his own version of what Kidaei was going to see when he answered the call, John used that little window as a mirror to make his appearance a little more presentable, getting his hair out of his brown eyes and finding a shirt to throw over the wife beater he was currently wearing.
Seconds later, a small boyish face appeared on John's screen. He had dark blonde hair that fell over his eyes, a lean face with slightly noticeable cheek bones and a slightly sharp chin that accentuated his thin pink lips, adorned with two symmetrical ring piercings that curved inward when he smiled and waved.
"Allo John. Vas ist wrong?" asked Kidaei.
"Not much." said John, dodging Kidaei's eye. Kidaei shook his head and giggled.
"Ju are lying. It's alright. Ju can tell me." said Kidaei, smiling warmly. John continued to look downward and he cursed to himself as he aligned left arm horizontally with the web cam and allowed Kidaei to see multiple vertical scars that ran up the outside of John's forearm. Most of them were healed and bright and pink. However two newer ones were still a very dark crimson and oozed slightly when John squeezed them softly. He heard Kidaei softly inhale a sharp breath in his teeth but looked to see him sort of shrugging this off as something normal. John looked to be near tears apparently as Kidaei frowned and made a finger heart with his hands. "It's okay, John. Ich know zhat zhis is tough on ju. But ju need to be strong. Und Ich know zhat you can be strong." said Kidaei, keeping his warmest smile on his face.
"But I miss him. I miss all of you guys too." said John.
"John listen to me. Vhat's done ist done vis zhat relationship. Ju need to move on, und Ich know how tough it is. Ich know how close ju two vere vhen ju vere togezhur. But zhat little schizer is never going to be zhe same. Not after zhe fight zhat ju two had." said Kidaei. John cringed because he knew that Kidaei was right. He and his ex-boyfriend Dane had recently broken up and although they were slight friends now, there was really no hope in salvaging what they had to begin with.
"Everyone keeps saying that though. And I'm trying, believe me I am. But...it's just...it's really hard. I feel so alone right now. I just can't really function without that spark of just, meaning something to someone." said John.
"John, ju mean zhe vorld to me, und Ryan." said Kidaei.
"Yeah, but you guys are like, what, two...three states away." said John.
"Vhat about jur friends?" asked Kidaei.
"They..." John paused a moment and sighed, trying to search his mind for the right words. "They're fun, but..."
"But...vhat?" asked Kidaei after John seemed to pause for one moment too long.
"I don't know. It's...it's like they want me to be okay, mentally and emotionally, but...I don't know. I feel like they bring me out in public just to rub in the fact that whenever they start to bicker, they can look at me and say to themselves, 'Welp, at least we have each other'." said John, frowning and rubbing one of the fresher cuts on his arm. Kidaei shook his head.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Umm, Ich don't know vas Ich can tell ju John. Ju need to just stay calm for vone sing, und just try not to take everysing as a jab at jur social status. It's alright to be single und 19. Granted, Ich understand zhat most of zhe people in our generation are single anyvay due to zhe fact zhat zhey can't seem to figure out how to keep it in zheir pants...but, Ich digress." said Kidaei, smiling at John and frowning again when he didn't look back at him. "Hey, vunder child. Did ju hear me?" asked Kidaei, tapping his webcam and making a *bopping* sound that caused John to jump. John pouted and crossed his arms at Kidaei before giggling a little bit as he made a funny face on the camera. "See, zhere ve go. Ich like a smile on ju much better. It suits ju very much." said Kidaei. John giggled and then went back to staring at the floor.
"John, vat else is bozhering ju?" asked Kidaei, still smiling. John's face now became sullen with anguish and despair as he went onto his elbows on the desk, looking like he was about to openly sob. Kidaei took immediate notice and got up to quickly shut his door.
"I had the dream again. The one with him." said John. Kidaei smiled softly and giggled to himself.
"Ich figured. Who vas it zhis time?" asked Kidaei. John shook his head and bit his finger to try and hold back the tears. "John, ju need to tell me." said Kidaei, both sad for his friend and borderline excited.
"It was my ex. Him and I, we...we went into his house, and we started with the dog..." said John, a tear escaping his left eye and falling down his cheek. Kidaei shifted a little uneasily but listened on. "I slit its throat while He held it down and covered its muzzle so it couldn't bark. Once the dog was dead, all of its blood on the floor, He hacked its head off and walked out on the front porch and placed it on one of the top of one of the corners of their front steps. It was in the middle of the night so no one saw us." said John, another tear going down his face from his right eye. Kidaei, giggled softly to himself, clearly enjoying these types of stories, and grabbing a sketch pad and working on a drawing for one of his various blogs on tumblr.
"Go ahead, I'm listening John." said Kidaei, looking to John and smiling before going back to his drawing.
"Okay...um," John paused again to remember his spot, continuing on when he did. "After He finished with the dog's head, He moved the rest of the corpse to the coffee table and left it on there, on its back and its legs splayed out. Both of us then started to take our shoes off and place them neatly by the door before he took out a kitchen knife and I took out my buffalo smith and wesson, the one Ryan's got?" said John, Kidaei nodding when he heard the question.
"So, we take our shoes off, and then we go to the stairs and start to walk up them. I'm dressed in all black and he's in his signature, white hoodie, with blood spattered on it already, black dress pants, black converse. There wasn't a breeze in the house, and yet his hair just flowed perfectly as if there was a soft one coming from the top of the stairs. His face still had that same expression though. That psycho smile that he gave himself with that big ass piece of cutlery of his." said John, laughing to himself. "His eyes, or even his entire face for that matter, looked nothing like what you find on google images." said John, falling off topic slightly.
"Ich imagined as much." said Kidaei, nodding and smiling as he drew away. "Vhat happened next?" John smiled and became uncomfortable with the reason as to why.
"We uhh...killed my ex and his parents." said John, giggling softly to himself. Kidaei shifted again and looked him in the eye on the camera.
"But, ju didn't just...kill zhem...did you?" asked Kidaei, a smile starting to form softly on his face. John shook his head, biting his finger a little more suggestively this time.
"No...we...hehehehe~...Jeff and I did so much more than just kill them. We punished them. Because they hated us. They thought we were ugly. And...and...yyyyeeeeaaaahhhhh. Jeff took care of the parents and once that was over, he and I hacked away at my ex. He screamed so powerfully into Jeff's hand as I slammed my knife into his abdomen repeatedly. Jeff giggled softly as he kept whispering 'Go to sleep' over and over and over again into his ear. After we were sure that my ex was dead, I decided to take it a step further and carve him open and spew everything out all over his bed. Organs, bones, you name it. I was just...I was in ecstasy. Once we had everything in a nice little display...we both took one bite out of one of his more loose pieces of meat and left. In the hallway upstairs I giggled when I saw that Jeff had taken the liberty of writing his signature message of 'Go to sleep' repeatedly in the blood of the parents. We got downstairs and put our shoes back on and sheathed our knives before going out the back door, locking it and running into the woods. When we were away, we held hands as we walked slowly to another portion of the woods before sitting down together in front of a large tree and curling up and sleeping together side by side." finished John. Tears streamed down his cheeks and yet, he was still smiling. Grinning rather psychotically before giggling to himself.
"Und zhen vhat? Did ju two pale*?" asked Kidaei, leaning forward in anticipation. John shook his head.
"No. We just killed and slept." he said, giggling softly again and then going back to frowning. "Why am I so fucking fucked up in the head?" asked John. Kidaei shrugged and shook his head.
"Ich don't know. Ju've been hanging out vis a German for more zhan five years...maybe zhat has had somesing to do vhis it?" asked Kidaei giggling to himself. John laughed but didn't feel right.
"Why am I falling in love with a creepypaste that would more than likely just kill me on the spot rather than help me live out this fantasy?" asked John.
"Vonce again. Ich don't know. But, it sounds like ju've experience, in zhis dream, a level of psychological fall that can only be compared to zhat of Jeffs; making ju two seem more alike to vone anozher zhan you two could even hope to expect. Perhaps zhat even creates a mutual respect/trust in zhe bose of ju?" said Kidaei. "Eizher vay, Ich vouldn't sink too far into it. Dreams are only dreams." said Kidaei
"But what if it's not. It seemed so real. So godamned perfect and real. I felt happy, and in love for the first time in a long while. Even more so than when I met Jesse." said John. "As delusional as it is, I feel like if this were to happen and I do experience some horrific psychological break down...Jeff the Killer and I would be like, the perfect match for one another." said John, unsure of whether to sob or not. Kidaei giggled and shook his head.
"Ich don't know bro. Sounds like a very real head scratcher to me. Jejeejejeje." said Kidaei. John felt slightly pissed that Kidaei may have been taking pleasure out of this particular brand of suffering at the moment. "If ju sink about it zho, zhe odds of zhis happening are vone in a million. Even if he vas out zhere, he would probably just do vhat ju said before and gut ju on zhe spot. It's a hell of a gamble, und even if zhe odds play out in jur favor, vhat zhen? Ju vould never know vhat it vould be like to live comfortably again. Ju vould alvays be on zhe run." said Kidaei, frowning and shaking his head.
"I know." said John, becoming a little more distressed. Kidaei sighed and smiled softly.
"Listen, Ich know how ju feel. I promise, zhat jur special somevone vill come into jur life. But you need to be more patient okies?" said Kidaei. John nodded and looked back to Kidaei.
"If this stupid fantasy were to happen though," said John, catching Kidaei's attention. Kidaei stopped drawing and looked up, brushing his blonde hair away from his blue eyes.
"Ja?" he responded.
"What would you do?" asked John. Kidaei stayed silent, wondering how to answer.
"Vhat, exactly do ju mean, 'Vhat vould Ich do?'" he finally said after a long pause.
"Would you call the police?" asked John. "Would you sever every connection that I have to you. Would you throw me out into the cold?" asked John. Kidaei thought hard for a moment and stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. John started to feel warm tears streaming down his face again as he combed his hair with his fingers. Kidaei saw this and looked away again, before finally looking back, slightly unsure of himself while shaking his head.
"Nein. Ju..."started Kidaei, trying to think of the right words. "Ju're special John. I love ju because ju are mein brata. I vould not do anysing to jeopardize zhat for ju. If being in love vis a psychotic serial killer is vhat you consider to be jur ideal conditions und acceptable social counterpart, zhen I cannot berate ju vone single bit. If Jeff zhe Killer is zhe man zhat would make ju happy, zhen Ich vould support ju und vish ju zhe best of luck. However, zhat being said, Ich vould expect zhat you keep me out of any of zhe murders zhat ju two vould be committing." said Kidaei, laughing aloud. John felt a little bit better. It was stupid to think of and more than likely downright suicidal, but he hoped sincerely that if he were to ever meet the psychotic serial killer known as "Jeff the Killer" that, the scenario would play out a lot better than what Jeff's reality track record would say happens to him.
"Alright then bro...I uh...I think I'm going to go back to sleep." said John. Kidaei nodded and waved goodnight to John before John hit the red phone on the Skype call, ending it. He shut his laptop and removed his glasses and his headset from his head and setting them down and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Out of the blue, the lock on his door suddenly clicked and he jumped in his chair, whipping his head around and not seeing anyone. He gritted his teeth and heard laughing from the hallway. Being on a college campus in a dorm however, that wasn't so uncommon to hear in the middle of a Saturday evening into Sunday morning. Sure enough, the party crowd light-weights were coming back in and whooping it up and running up and down the hallways.
"Assholes." muttered John to himself. He never trusted the shitty locks on the standard dorm room doors, especially his, since it was so out of date and in horrible need of repair. He didn't really feel like putting up with the drunk crowd's bull shit tonight. He reached behind a shelf on his desk that stood pressed mostly against the wall and pulled out a small two inch SOG folding knife, flicked the blade's safety off and slid it open and moaning softly at hearing the blade lock in place. He sat and twirled the knife for a moment before flicking his light off and going back up into his bed, and stuffing the hand with a knife in it under his pillow. The shouting party jocks ran up and down the hallway, banging on the doors and screaming "LET'S GO!" repeatedly.
"For fucks sake just go to sleep!" screamed John as one of them smacked on his door repeatedly before running off. John felt a cold breeze on his shoulder as he rolled over and looked to see his window slightly ajar. He cocked his head to the side and immediately tightened the grip on his knife under the pillow. His spine suddenly froze and beads of cold sweat ran down his face as he heard a very quiet snickering sound coming from his closet. John's hands trembled with the covers as he tried to remove them from his body as silently but quickly as possible. He suppressed every urge to scream when he heard a voice whisper happily yet angrily at him.
"That's usually my line.~" John carefully gripped the knife like he was taught by Ryan to do, silently (as best as he could) getting back to his feet and flipping the knife so that the blade was pointed outward from his wrist.
"Whoever the f-fuck you are, I-I'm warning you. I'm t-trained to use th-these." John managed to stammer out with a jittering jaw, both from the sudden decrease in temperature and the perpetual fear of a potential nightmare coming true. The suppressed giggling turned into giggling at a normal volume.
"I can smell your fear. You're terrified aren't you?~" said the voice. John's blood ran cold as his body convulsed in a shudder while beads of colder sweat rand down his face and started to get into his hands, making his vice like grip on his knife a fair bit looser. John's bodily reaction to the voice only seemed to entertain it even more as it giggled softly to itself manically, trying to suppress the urge to full out laugh until he couldn't breath. John gritted his teeth and moved toward the closet and yanked the door open in one swift motion. He froze as he saw nothing in there but his clothes and shower supplies.
"The fuck was-" John screamed as he felt a hand cup his mouth and another on his own hand that gripped his knife.
"Go to sleep!~" the same voice whispered in his ear, before John felt a warm and wet moist muscle glide up the cheek on the other side of his face before the knife in his and was clenched even harder by this person's hand and rammed into John's side twice. John screamed in pain and slammed the back of his head into the persons nose while biting his hand hard and elbowing the person in the head with his free arm. The man screamed in pain as John's teeth broke the skin and the elbow sent him to the other bed in the room. John groaned in pain as he felt his knife still in his side, looking up at the figure that not so gracefully placed it there to begin with. Clearly a male, his face was bleached white and his pale grey eyes surrounded by perfect circles of black scorched eyes sockets, his hair though greasy looking flowed softly in the breeze from the window. His nose, contrary to the floating picture, was perfectly in tact, and his signature psychotic, scarred smile showed his bright pearly white teeth to John quite nicely.
"Jesus H FUCK! You're fucking real! Holy shit!" said John. Mentally cursing himself out, he got pissed at the fact that even though his OWN knife sat lodged in his side, he was stupid enough to actually start fangirlling over the person that put it in there in the first place. But then the pain kicked back in and John started to feel tears gliding down his face as he gritted his teeth and tried to slide his back up the closed door. Jeff the Killer silently walked up to John and slammed his foot into John's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of John.
"Hahahahaah!~ No ones ever gotten to lay a finger on my pretty face like you did!" said Jeff, grinning and reaching into the single pocket of his white hoodie. John started to sob as he grabbed his knife and started to pull it out of his side. As he looked back up, he saw Jeff the Killer grinning as he licked his knife up and down the dull side of the blade. "Too bad you're going to die now, because I really liked what you told your friend, when you told him about that dream of yours." said Jeff, his voice almost in a flirtatious tone. He looked up and pondered his next move while trying to bend the tip of his knife with his thumb and index finger. John groaned and cried openly as he removed the knife and sprayed an arc of scarlet all across the floor. The room began to spin slowly as he felt his knees buckle under him and stop working again altogether.
John collapsed and kept a hand on his side while Jeff quietly paced up to him and pressed his foot on John's bleeding stab wound before applying more weight, causing John to scream. Jeff giggled softly and bent down.
"Looks like Mr. Wannabe Psycho isn't so tough after all~" said Jeff, grinning and gripping John's throat with his free hand. "Any last words Mr. Wannabe Psycho?"
Frantically, John stopped screaming the minute Jeff's hand was around his neck. Jeff looked John in the eye and brought his face mere inches away as John gasped for even the most medial amount of air. In a spurt of John thought would be his last breaths, he frantically spurted out a simple phrase in a quick whisper, only lasting one breath.
"Er eeeuiiul." he said. Jeff froze and stopped breathing himself for a brief moment. The phrase sounded odd so Jeff loosened his grip ever so slightly and put his ear to John's mouth.
"W-what was th-that?" asked Jeff, gritting his teeth and holding his knife with a death grip.
"You're beautiful." said John, once again in a quick breath. Jeff stayed frozen for a bit before his grip loosened. A radio crackling to life was suddenly heard outside the door a few feet away. Jeff swiveled his head in the direction of the sound and turned back to face John, gripping his throat tightly again.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME!?" he grunted, putting the tip of his knife over John's stomach.
"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!" screamed John. Jeff screamed as well, stabbing John only three times, half an inch deep with each wound before throwing him across the floor into his desk and running out and stabbing the security guard in the throat, in the hallway, multiple times before running down the stairs and outside into the cold night air. John lay on his bleeding side as he tasted metal in his mouth and felt something warm starting to dribble down his lip towards the floor. The sound of frantic footsteps could be heard, as what John suspected was Jeff the Killer, ran into the night air and let out a blood curdling scream before dying away suddenly. Footsteps in the hallway could be heard as some of John's neighbors came rushing up to the security guard outside John's door and then screams as their minds processed what happened. A few of them nervously began to stick their heads around the corner of John's doorway as John himself began to feel his vision get darker and narrower. As he lay there dying, he couldn't help but wonder why Jeff hadn't killed him altogether instead of leaving him here to potentially bleed out.
More security officers from the campus's public safety flooded into the building. Angry voices ordering students back in their rooms or to their respected buildings could be heard. But John's hearing was also starting to fade. Everything was getting quieter as more and more blood started to drain out of his side and front.
"Just go to sleep." John said to himself. He repeated it over and over again, wondering if this was all a bad dream and that he was going to wake up any moment. His vision retreated even more as he felt the world starting to slip away. His body began to go numb, not even feeling the hands of the public safety EMT's grabbing him and strapping him to a gurney before stopping his bleeding. "Go to sleep." whispered John. One of the EMT's took notice of this and looked at him in fear as he rapidly grabbed a defibrillator and charged it up.
"CLEAR!" he screamed, his voice slowed down and very distorted, as he placed the pads onto John's chest and jolted his heart. John felt his body tense up as his torso arched away from the gurney and then plopped right back onto the bed. John didn't feel any different. He just felt tired and very sleepy. And that's all he wanted to do. Just to go back to sleep. What was so wrong with that?
"Let me go to sleep." whispered John, nodding off. The EMT's hit him with another charge from the defibrillator and John felt his every muscle contract again as he plopped down into the gurney.
"We got him!" screamed the EMT slowly, his voice still distorted. John heard nothing but his own breath now; the constant in and out rhythm becoming very soothing. The EMT placed a hand on John's shoulder and assured him that he would be alright as John began to nod off again.
"Can I go to sleep?" asked John in a whisper. The EMT looked at John shocked before slowly nodding and patting him on the shoulder.
Why did he let me live? thought John to himself.
Well, that's a wrap for this one. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it. Please remember to like, fav, or review, whichever suits your fancy and I'll see you all next time. :)