Kill Me Please... Chapter 1

~Enjoying the wonderful air of a party and I get the sudden urdge to write. Someone gave me the idea about "what would Jeff the Killer do if he was faced with a suicidal girl? Would he ACTUALLY kill her?" The ideas flowed into my mind like water down a stream Lmfao. Pardon if story does not make much sense, I haven't slept in almost two days due to The Bride of Slender Man chapter writings and editings XD Please REVIEW and tell me how the story goes :)~
Kimori94

A dim lightbulb flickered in the basement, the girl reaches the gun to her head in hopes that her life will finally be forfeit. She does this every night before she goes to sleep. After another day had passed her by, she became more and more dispondant with the rest of the world. School no longer mattered, not that she was passing anything. She quit her job, they were going to fire her anyways. She held that gun to her head for twenty minutes each night. Her palms are sweaty, her breath quavering at the thought of Death. Like every night though she placed the gun down and sighed, "worthless coward..." she muttered.

The girl lived on her own. She had no one to call her family, for they were dead. She had no friends, for reasons being that she pushed them away or they thought she was weird. No man wanted to be with her, if they did it was for obvious control over her reproductive system. She denies them, they beat her. She looked around her run down, box shaped home on the edge of town. Kitchen in one corner, bedroom in another, bathroom to the right, and the livingroom to the left. The basement was meager and damp, but had enough room for a table, a couch, a cheap washer and dryer, and was quiet enough to hide the blast of a gun. Secluded enough to hide a body forever. She sighed and began to twirl her hair around in her fingers. She had no T.V or radio, but she had enough notebooks and stories to fill a large walk in closet. These things collected and donated over time. She runs back down to the basement and pulls the metal lid off of the hole in the ground and pulls out her money. She counts out the amount; $300 in total. She thought to herself for a moment and went back upstairs, taking only $100 dollars with her. She decides to go out tonight and treat herself. Thinking that with a few drinks and the booming base of the local band would calm her senses. She looks herself over before she goes. A plain girl with raven black hair, plain green eyes, and a tiny plain figure. Jeans and a grey t-shirt cling to her body as she slips on her sneakers and sneaks out into the night.

The Bar is quiet and stuffy. The band was playing their usual song that they played every friday. The same people were drinking, same hookers flaunting their bodies to the men at the tables. The same bartender who had run the bar for fourty years was polishing the counter. He looked up to her and smiled, "Hello Lily. Same thing as always I take it?" he asked her. She nodded, "I'd like that very much," she said timidly, her head bent down. She did not usually speak loud nor look at anyone, but the Bartender knew her too well. She had been coming to the bar for years with her Mother just after her Father passed. He turned to walk into the back, but not before he hushed up the usual fight that happened between the bikers and dealers. She sits quietly waiting for the Bartender to come back when someone sits themself next to her. She looked to her right and then back down. This person was not familiar to her at all. He was wearing a white hoodie, which was stained badly with blood and wore black pants. His black and ragged hair was hidden under his hood.

Suddenly feeling eyes glance him, he looked next to him to the female that was seated quietly. The Bartender came to the front with a glass of whisky and ice, and a grilled cheeze sandwhich, "are you well for groceries Lily?" the bartender asked her. The man in the white hoodie became more curious. Lily nodded, "thank you..." she said quietly, her head hanging down. The Bartender tousled her hair, it seemed that he knew her. "Can I help you young man?" he asked. Lily waved him over and whispered in his ear, "for him? Why?" he asked. The man became curious. The bartender just sighed as she ducked her head and drank, and gave him a glass of whisky and ice, "Lily doesn't buy for stangers too often. Call yourself lucky," he said and placed money and a bottle of vodka on the table, "and this is for your basic needs." Lily remained quiet, taking the money and pocketing it. The vodka bottle she held tightly in her hand.

The man looked at her, "Lily was it?" he asked scanning her body more. She was quite plain, but she was pretty all the same. She didn't answer him and continued to nibble on her sandwhich. He looked back to his drink, his desire rising in his mind. She crammed the last of the sandwhich in her mouth and slammed back the whisky and ice. The man was amazed that such a tiny girl could drink a whole glass of whisky in an instant and still stand straight. She stood up to leave, placing money on the counter. The bartender waving, "come back soon Lily," he said. She nodded shyly and looked to the man. He kept his head down not saying anything as she left the bar in silence.

Lily walks down the street, taking swigs from the bottle. Her tears glisten her face as she slowly makes her way into the little box shaped house. The effects of the alcohol scrape at her mind, she drops to the matress on the floor in heavy tears and picks up her switchblade.

He stares at the box shaped house intensively. Such an easy kill for him to make it was almost sad. He gripped the knife in his front pocket willingly. A drunk bumps into him lazily, "watch it fucker!" he said wobbling. The man pulled the knife out and snuck up behind him. The kinfe was placed over his throat, "Just Go to Sleep..." he said and slit the mans throat. Blood sprayed outand drained onto the sidewalk and on the mans feet. He continued to make his way up to Lily's home, the light from the night sky illuminating his face. A chalk white, leathry face with lidless and souless eyes. A smile was aggressively carved into his face, which bled onto his shirt. Leaving a psychotic grin that would never fade.

He walked into the tiny home. What kind of a house is this? He thought to himself, its a shoe box... he peeked into a tiny window and saw that no one was there. The vodka bottle sat beside a matress on the floor, there was a distinguishable amount of blood on a towel seated next to it. Curious he walked in through the front, the sudden sound of a gun cocking put him on edge. Knife at the ready he did a three sixty around and saw no one, "what the fuck?" he said baffled. the was no one out back or front. No one in the house so she had to be... An audible sob came from below him. He looked closely to a small latch, a barely visible light emmited from the cracks where the newfound trap door was. He opened the door and made his way down the rotting staircase.

There in the middle of the room was Lily. Blood dripped from her arms, the gun pointed at her temple. Her shoulders shook with heavy sobs. The man gripped his knife, but watched with even more curiosity. The feeling of curiosity was fairly new, considering he felt nothing but madness course through his veins like a mad plague. She put the gun down suddenly and brought a knife out, "so useless..." she said in a quavering voice. He stepped forward, "having fun?" he asked. She jumped up and turned around looking at the man. She looked down and said nothing. He chuckled, "finding it difficult to sleep?" he asked her again, his permanent grin was apparent with excitement. She looked at the knife he had and then at his face. He expected her to cringe in fear, scream at the sight of him. Instead she threw herself at him sobbing, "PLEASE KILL ME!" she begged, gripping at the front of his sweater. He felt shocked. No one had ever asked him to kill them willingly. She grabbed his wrist and brought the knife to her throat, "slit my throat... Go on kill me," she said. She was drunk, he thought and then looked at the knife at her throat. Desire burned through him like a raging fire, "Y-you want me to kill you?" he asked her. She buried her face into his chest, "yes... Yes I do," she said and looked at him. His eyes locked with her green ones, the knife held up, ready to be plunged into her heart, "Go to..." he pauses she she continues to look desprately into his eyes.

The desire was gone so suddenly, the knife falling down on the ground to his side, "you aren't... Scared of me at all? Your begging me to kill you?" he asked her. Tears continue to flow from her eyes, but she says nothing. He studies her more and sighs, "Why aren't you afraid Lily..." he says. She glares at him, "why won't you kill me?" she asked. He looked down and thought about this, "I don't know," he said honestly. She fell to her knees in despair, "why won't I DIE!" she screamed. Her despair tugged at his brain with neurotic joy, her wails of agony sending a pure pulse through his body. He gritted his teeth in frustration and bashed her up the side of the head. She toppled to the ground with a thud and was knocked out.

Lily woke to the sound of sirens outside her house. She groaned when she realized she was laying next to a man, her head rested comfortably on his chest, "awake now are we?" she heard. She jumped up and shyed away into the corner, who was he? Did she bring him home last night? The man looked to her, "I'm assuming by that you forgot I was here during your suicidal rampage last night," he said. She flinched and remembered that he had walked down to her basement with the intent of killing her. She cocked her head at him, "I'm Lily..." she said quietly, disregarding his comment. He mimicked her actions, "I already know that. I'm Jeff," he said. Lily nodded and fiddled with her hair, her cheeks tinged red with shyness. Jeff was intrigued by her, "why won't you look at me? Do I scare you?" he asked her. She fidgeted with her hair more and shook her head, "I-I... N-n-no..." she stuttered out and hid her face. He got close to her, irritated that she was being secretive, "why are you so quiet?" he pressed icily. She fidgeted and inch by inch crawled closer to him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm shy..." was all she could muster out and inched away from him again.

Jeff laughed as her cheeks became a rosy red, "is that all?" he asked in a joyous tone. She stood up ignoring him and frowned. She looked at her arms and the damage she had done last night. They were caked with dry blood, the cuts were still swollen and were beggining to bruise. Jeff stood up and inspected the girl who ran her arm under cold water. She flinched as the water burned her wounds, "why didn't you do it?" she asked suddenly. He looked at her funny, "what, kill you? I was over joyed with the idea of killing you, even as you begged me to do so. But why I couldn't, I figured I'd study you..." he said, his grin becoming more apparent with his slight thought of what appeared to be happiness. She blinked, "your the first to say something like that... Usually people would have no problem killing me. Each time we try though, I never die..." she said sorrowfully. Jeff was unsure what to say as she dried her wounds off and ran the tub, "do you live here by yourself?" he asked, stuck for things to say. Bah! Why am I being so considerate to her? She's expendable... Jeff thought to himself. It was like his body and mind were acting on their own, holding him back from gutting her, mutilating her, destroying her... Lily nodded and then looked at him, "what about you? Do you live anywhere?" she asked. He twirled his knife in his hands, "nah, I stay where ever I need to," he said. She nodded and sighed, cheking the temprature of the water and nodding, "d-d-d-d..." she stuttered out, but the words would not form. He looked at her funny, "huh?" was all he made out.

She struggled to say the words, "do... you want to... s-s-st-st-stay with me?" she asked. She was so embarressed and nerve wracked by the question she walked into the fridge. Jeff found this to be quite amusing, but at the same time quite shocking, "me... Stay here with you? Don't tell me this is an excuse to nag at me is it?" he asked her. She shook her head, "no... your just, different than everyone else.. Like me," she said and gave him a small smile. He was quiet for a while. This girl is fucked up, he thought to himself. He looked her over again and then began to laugh, "he... hehehehehe," Lily looked at him quizzically. Jeff clutched at his head, "Gehahaha! Holy fuck are you stupid! Fine I'll stay, but only cause I want to observe you," he said and dropped to the ground clutching his sides. His grin dripping blood and saliva, leaking onto his shirt. Lily frowned and tilted her head curiously. He has such a murdurous energy, thought Lily. Oh well, last night was another failure. She thought again and looked at Jeff silently. He had calmed down and lay on the ground, his eyes forever staring. Maybe he will try to kill me again, she thought. I just have to wait patiently until he does. Then I can be free.