Hey everyone! Sorry. I meant to post an AN on the first chapter but I didn't know how. ^^; Anyway this is a story I wrote on my Deviantart account, but I decided to move it to fanfiction because I thought why not? :) I am going back and fixing minor details of my story. I thought that maybe if I put this on fanfiction and if enough of you enjoyed it, then I would update it and continue to write it again. So I guess this is more of a trial to see if you all like my story/writing. So it would be much appreciated if you told me what you thought of the story and if I should continue to write it or not! I'm open to any ideas or thoughts! :) If you have any questions just ask and I shall answer. Okay. That's enough from me! Thanks for reading!
I crouched there on the bed, becoming increasingly impatient as the time ticked by. I was fiddling with my knife, twisting and spinning it every which way to try to take my mind off of how bored I was. I looked down at the rugged, dusty bed I was sitting on and scoffed at it.
"Useless piece of furniture!" I yelled as I brought my knife down and penetrated the mattress continuously. "I have no use for you anymore." I chuckled darkly, feeling satisfied after taking my anger out on the mattress.
I removed my blade from the bed and noticed that it had a faint stain on its sharp edge-a blood stain. I smiled at myself, admiring the stain since it was a reminder of all my past slaughters; it was my very own trophy.
"My whole life could be explained by you, my precious knife." I cooed softly as I held the knife in the dim light, casting a small shine from the clean, thin, metal surface.
I turned my gaze from my weapon to the door of the room I was in, hearing one creak as it opened and closed in the distance.
'Is he finally here?' I wondered irritated.
I hopped off the bed and dashed to the doorway, stopping at the railing of the staircase. I glanced down and saw my "guest". Leaning my elbow on the railing and resting my cheek in my hand, I began to smirk widely.
"Look who finally decided to show up." I chuckled as I teased him. "What kept ya Sean?"
Sean looked up in my direction with a straight face. His expression twisted to a frustrated pout, it was obvious he didn't appreciate me messing with him. I laughed at his reaction, which made him roll his eyes and walk towards the living room. I raised myself up and slid down the stair rail then running up to Sean and grabbing his shoulder. I turned him around, and he looked surprised.
"I didn't hear a reply to my question… Answer it." I demanded ominously as I cocked my head to the side.
Sean shivered at the sinister aura that I let off, but he took a breath and pulled my arm off his shoulder.
"I was out admiring the scenery… and I got lost." He responded quietly shifting his eyes to the side.
"You got lost?" I asked disbelievingly.
He nodded and said, "I walked around and ended up in a new part of town."
I watched him suspiciously, not believing for a second that he got lost since I made him memorize a map of the whole city. While I was thinking I felt Sean pat my shoulder. I looked at him carefully, and he smiled at me.
"You can trust me. You know that. You have all our life." He reassured me.
"Tch!" I closed my eyes and turned my face away from his.
I shrugged him off and turned my attention to the hallway, smiling instantly.
"I haven't been the only one waiting for you to come." I said gesturing towards the hall.
Sean tilted his head around so he could see. His face turned to disgust.
"Ugh! Really Jeff? That's number four today!" He exclaimed as he walked into the bathroom and returned with cleaning supplies.
I glared at him as he walked by. He looked at me and flinched. After a few seconds of silence I started chuckling.
"What can I say? Four is my lucky number…" I responded twirling my knife in my hand.
Sean said no more and began his "cleaning process". I smirked as I watched Sean clean. What used to be his white gloves had now turned pink from all my past kills. His face was blank, immune to the stench of death since he saw at least one dead body per day. He moved the corpse onto the tarp, causing the left arm to fall off, producing blood from inside to splash out from the impact. He swore under his breath saying how troublesome it was as he wiped up the spill. I felt especially proud of this kill since I was able to catch the man off guard and stab him 47 times, hardly leaving any blood behind. Even so, he was difficult to drag back here inconspicuously since he was somewhat overweight.
He took the deep red towel and soaked up the pool of blood, carefully trying not to miss a spot. After the blood was cleaned up he started to pick up any lose body parts I so happened to slice off.
"Don't be so upset Sean! This time wasn't as gory as usual. I tried to keep the mess under control this time. Look! There's only a few clumps of muscle and skin here and there, some strands of hair I couldn't help since they got tangled in my knife and hands, oh and I think that finger over there came off that dismembered arm." I explained further, motioning to the scene.
Sean grumbled to himself and nodded, admitting I had remained cleaner and more considerate than usual. He began to sweep up the extra pieces of the man as I told him all about my kill.
"He was boring Sean. Boring! I should stick to killing healthier people because they actually react on time rather than this fat oaf!" I barked out insults annoyed at the corpse. 'He really should have tried better to save his life. It's no fun when they don't struggle…'
After cleaning up all the pieces and trying not to miss anything, Sean finished. Wiping his forehead with his forearm, he walked to the bathroom returning the supplies. He removed his gloves and placed them and the towel into the bucket that he would clean when he returned. After placing the supplies away he returned to the corpse and looked down at its form, wrapping it in the tarp. He lifted the man and was able to hold him with one arm. I watched him, absorbed by his routine actions; it had become the norm for Sean.
"Heh heh. You're very strong you know that?" I approbated as I crossed my arms.
Sean turned his head to look at me.
"After a while, this stuff can really change a guy… Physically and mentally." He said trailing off.
He walked out the back door, a shovel in one hand and a corpse in his opposite arm. I strolled over to the doorway and watched him leave; he walked down the many stairs outside and disappeared to the "resting grounds".
'What are you hiding from me brother?'
Hey MPC again. I also wanted to mention that even though it seems like I update fast, I don't really... ^^; I had this chapter pre-written and I just wanted to post it so you could all see which creepypasta it was and the AN (PS sorry if Jeff isn't written perfect! I'll try to improve on writing his character). I'll attempt to update and write more when I have more free time. But for now, bye~