A/N: Hey guys! I will not be posting the next chapter for this fic until the next chapter for "Saved by Murder" is finished. Just letting you know, sorry for the brief delay! Please review, follow, fave, whatever makes you happy. :-) -Q
It wasn't supposed to happen like that. It was all supposed to work out in the end like a fairy tale. You probably don't have any idea what I'm talking about. I guess I should elaborate.
"He's getting away again...can we just tie him down?"
That would be Jeff. You know which one.
"I like it when they run," I shrugged. "So don't bother. Just because you have to wait until they're sleeping to kill them, doesn't mean the rest of us kill like that."
Jeff snorted loudly. "We should chase him then, or we'll lose him."
Jeff loves to state the obvious for some reason.
"But we should give him a head start." I protested. "I mean, we are killing him. It's only fair."
"Fine, EJ. But when we chase, we race." Jeff was probably grinning. He usually is. I have a clear picture of it in my mind. I've memorized how it sounds.
We waited for a few seconds more. I don't remember what was going through my head at that moment. I guess it doesn't matter now.
I do remember Jeff touching my shoulder in that moment. Probably because it felt warm. "Go." Jeff whispered.
We ran then. I had to follow the scent of fear the man left because I can't see. That probably was what gave me the advantage. I left Jeff in my dust.
"Come out wherever you are." I called to the man.
He didn't answer but I heard his heartbeat from somewhere very close. I followed the sound and smell. I felt an arm and smiled beneath my mask. Oh that reminds me, where did you put it? Nevermind, let me finish this story first.
"Are you ready to die?" I asked the man. He didn't really answer. Whimpering does not count.
I smelled Jeff enter the room. He always shows up at the best part. "Come on, EJ! You aren't going to let me help?" He walked closer and put his arms around my waist. "Pretty please." he whispered in my ear. I can still feel his breath if I think about it.
"Fine." I felt in control. Jeff has that effect on me. I wonder if he knows it? Sorry, I digress.
Jeff's arms left my waist as he moved around me and brought out his knife. I know he did because his knife sings when it moves. Jeff keeps it so sharp that I think it cuts the air. I take out my scalpel. It doesn't sing like Jeff's knife, but it doesn't need to. I sliced delicately through the man's shirt. I didn't want to ruin our game.
"Don't touch the kidneys, Jeff." I muttered it to him. If I don't remind him he gets too carried away.
"Calm down. You can start. After all," Jeff leans toward my bare neck. "You did win."
I could lie and say his proximity to me didn't affect me at all, but I can't deny how much I wanted to forget killing the man and just push Jeff into the wall so I could devour him. Someday…
Sorry, I forgot you were listening. Anyway. I leaned to the man now and slowly moved my scalpel down his chest. The smell of blood excited me. I kept going until I reached the spot where the right kidney should be. I carefully dragged my blade around the spot, then peeled back the skin and muscle. The kidney came out easily into my hand. I lifted my mask to eat it. Thinking back on it, the kidney was only so-so. Young adults' kidneys are way better.
"May I have a turn?" Jeff whined after I had finished eating.
"Go ahead. Tell me what you're doing while you do it so I can imagine what it looks like." I asked him.
"I would love to." Jeff purred. Right after that, I heard the sound of his blade entering the man and the scream of pain the idiot let escape him. "Right now, I am cutting around his ribs. I'm tracing every one." I always love to listen to Jeff narrating. It makes me shiver with delight as he describes in detail what he is doing. "I'm cutting through the muscle over his stomach. Should I take out his organs?"
"Do it." I murmur. I could smell the agony the man was going through. Agony smells good, if you're wondering.
"I'll take the stomach out first. Crap, it burst." The stuff that's inside the stomach splattered me. It hurt my sensitive nose. "Let's take out the intestines next. He's bleeding from his mouth now. I guess we don't have any more time, Jack." Jeff sighed in that happy dissapointed way he alway does. I love that little sigh.
God, I'm a mess. It's hard to describe this without it sounding weird. You wouldn't understand how much the whole killing process excites a person.
"May I finish him now?" Jeff begged me.
I remember very clearly how I slipped around behind him and put my right hand over his knife hand. "Only if we do it together."
Together. That's something I want forever. It's hard being blind. It leaves you lonely in a way that is impossible to comprehend. I want to be together with Jeff because when he's around, that loneliness is kept at bay. You know what, I am going to stop waxing poetic right here. You don't need to hear all that crap.
We did bring the knife down, right through his heart. It was immensely satisfying. And then there were the sirens and we leapt away from the body and each other. I suppose you know that the man we killed managed to get a call off to the police. What you don't know is that the only reason you people caught me was that I tripped.
Jeff tried to help me when I fell. "Jack, come on! Let me help you." He had scrabbled at my arms, trying to get enough leverage to get me off the ground. My ankle hurt though. It still does, but it's getting better.
"Jeff, run!" I yelled. He would have stayed. I wouldn't let him get caught to though.
Guess that's it. I'm glad you don't have Jeff too. I would die if you people caught him.
Crash.
Sounds like Jeff came for me. It was good knowing you, but I am afraid our conversation will be cut short by a knife to your heart. But it was nice knowing you.
