Kill Me Please... Chapter 2

~Hello everyone. Thank you for the reviews for Chapter 1. I'm glad that this morbid story has caught the interest of readers and Jeff the Killer fans. This isn't easy XD Lol Jeff is unpredictable due to his insanity so matching his and Lily's personality is quite hard. Just a warning to you though I have been recently blessed with partial insomnia, so due to lack of sleep it becomes hard to write. If you find something is amiss with the story or if there is something you would like me to change PRETTY PLEASE message me so I can fix it. I appreciate the support, advice and ideas :) Please review.~
Kimori94

Silence enveloped the house. Lily lay on the couch in the basement wallowing in her thoughts, the bottle of vodka almost empty. Worthless, she thought to herself angrily. A useless bag of unwanted flesh that had no purpose in life other than being at the mercy of a serial killer, who found her a very fascinating specimen. She choked back the rest of the vodka and smashed the bottle against the wall, "stuper son-of-Bitch," she yelled drunkenly. Lily began to yank off her clothes and tossed them to the floor. Her pale, plain, and fragile body glowed in the dim light. Scars decorated her abdominal area as well as her arms, her ribs poked out ever so slightly. She glared at herself and picked up her knife. She sliced at her arm over and over till her skin looked like it was in ribbons. She proceeded to the next arm and then to her stomach, "Unloved... Unwanted... Undeserving of life..." she muttered and picked up the gun. The sound of footsteps sounded above her; Jeff was back.

Lily gritted her teeth and pointed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger in anger. The shot was deafening, the bang sent Jeff hurtling into the basement, his knife out and at the ready. He sighed and put the knife back in his front pocket. Every night for the last week she would come down here and soak in misery and alcohol. Every night she would scream out and wail in sadness. Each night, she asked him the same questions; "have I run my course yet? Am I finally boring to you? Please Kill Me." He looked down at the sobbing young woman. Parts of her body riddled with mutilation, "c'mon you stupid drunk," he said and dragged her up the stairs. He was not gentle with her as he yanked her by the hair and threw her on the bed. He went back down to the basement and looked at the blood that had dripped on the floor. He heard progressive banging noises from upstairs. This chick was relentless! He had killed plenty of people, but never was any one of them this desperate for death. What compelled Lily to wish these things upon herself? He thought and shut the light off. He went back up the stair and gaped; Lily had taken his lighter and was burning the skin on her arms, her face bruised and bloodied. He looked to the fridge and small counter, noticing the blood. "What do you get out of all of this?" he asked her, "Usually at this point I would be the one doing the mutilation but you seem to have it down packed." Lily stopped what she was doing and put the lighter down, "then fulfill your desire for murder and Kill Me!" she shouted sobbing.

Jeff was unsure of what to do. Oh he would love to kill her, he really would. But she made him curious, "I already did," he said. Lily looked at the fresh blood on his sweater, "but y-you won't k-kill me?" she said, her voice shaking from her continuous crying. He clenched his fists in frustration and again began to strike her as he had done before, "I WILL DO WHAT I WISH!" he yelled. He held her face to his by her hair, she could see his frustration. Jeff's face was twisted with psychotic rage, though the permanent smiled made it seem less so. Lily waited for it, "take your rage out Jeff. Kill me," she challenged. He stopped as again his need to destroy her very being evaporated. Jeff dropped her to the ground, "Lily your drunk. Y-you must be very tired, G-go... T-to Sleep..." he said in a staggering and monotonous voice. Lily staggered to her feet drunkenly and stumbled over to her bed, falling into instant sleep.

Lily slept for two straight days, each time during morning hours Jeff would crawl into bed beside her and sleep. Each time during night-time hours he would go out and satisfy his blood lust. He followed his current victim back to her home. It was a decent bachelor pad, better than what Lily lived in. The female walked to the back of the house and propped a window open for fresh air. She was completely unaware that Jeff sat beneath it, his permanent smile intensified. Her phone rang, "hello? Oh what the hell do you want now!?" she said irritably. Jeff chuckled as he listened to her conversation. She left the room bitching at whoever was on the phone, "Listen here asshole! Get bent and Get fucked! I don't need you and neither does this baby! It doesn't need either of us!" he heard her scream out. He snuck in and shut the window. The female continued to argue into her phone as he snuck out into the hall and into what appeared to be a storage room. He heard a smashing sound; it sounded like anger had made her destroy the tiny piece of technology.

Jeff took a pair of wire cutters and clipped the wires in the breaker box. Cutting all power to the house. He heard the female swear in frustration and stomp towards the room. She froze when she saw the breaker; wires mutilated beyond repair. "Y-you know... People can be so untrustworthy, s-so undeserving of life..." Jeff said. The female took a step back, "what are you doing in my house?" she said warily. He advanced towards her, "a-are you really having a baby? It's such a shame that it has to grow up in a world where even its own mother and father won't love it..." the female gasped and bolted away at the sight of his face. Jeff chased after her and tackled her to the ground. She struggled against Jeff, but she was no match for the killer. He glared down at her with joy and pulled out his knife. The woman freaked, "please don't kill me... I'm pregnant!" she begged. He scoffed, "you know I have a new specimen that just begs me to kill her every day..." he said laughing. the woman sobbed, "please don't kill me," she begged again. He punched her and then began to pull and tear at the carvings in his face with the knife, "Go To Sleep," he said. Pulling the knife from his mouth as she went to scream, he sunk the blade right between her eyes. He took the pointed end and gouged the orbs from its sockets. He cut open her throat, revealing the trachea and muscle. He cut open her stomach, presenting him with the dead fetus of her now stillborn child. He picked it up and studied it, cutting off the umbilical cord. He smirked and shoved the fetus in his pocket, "a present for Lily... I wonder how she will react?"

Lily sat in the bathtub in deep silence. She had calmed down since Jeff had told her to get some sleep. She looked around the tiny house as she usually did. Jeff had carved into the wall with his knife multiple times, cracks and dents were formed from when he decided to toss her around. The blood stains from Lily's wounds were all over the floor, staining the dull wood. She looked down at her swollen scars and sighed as the front door creaked open, "hi Jeff..." she said quietly keeping her head down. He looked at her, "come out of your stupor yet?" he asked, a couple of chairs slung over his shoulder. She shrugged, "did you kill someone again?" she asked. He chuckled, "I did. I also brought you something," he said. She gaped as he put the chairs down and pulled out the fetus, "i-is that... Oh my god that's a baby!" she said in utter shock when she realized what it was. She had never seen something like that before, it was somewhat fascinating to her. Jeff placed it in her hands laughing, "what do you say now?" he asked her in amusement, "this baby didn't even have a chance to live in this poisoned world. The mother was going to kill it." Lily suddenly became silent, "my mother wanted to kill me... I was ruining her life. I'm not supposed to exist and this baby is lucky that it shouldn't have to either." she said quietly. Jeff cocked his head to the side and watched as she stood up, the fetus still cradled carefully in her hands. He studied her frame closely. There was nothing to her body really, aside from the vast amount of scaring and her apparent malnutrition. Her breasts were perfectly sized for her body. The skin was firm and perky. Her long legs made the killer squirm, clenching the knife in his pocket to distract his mind from obvious thoughts. She wasn't anything special, she wasn't even worth that kind of effort. Jeff thought about what she said; "my mother wanted to kill me". He trembled as the unwanted memories flooded his mind.

Lily climbed out of the tub and grabbed a cloth walking towards Jeff, "you saved this baby Jeff. Now it wont have to suffer," she said and wrapped the fetus in the cloth. He was shocked by this, "it was unloved and unwanted, so ending its life was the best thing," she said and gave it back to him. He put the fetus in the garbage and glared at Lily with confusion and disdain, "I present to you an unborn baby carved from its mothers uterus and I get no literal reaction!? No disgust, no fear, no cries of anger at my actions!" he said getting angry. Lily shrugged, "you are a killer. The lives of others are meaningless to you. I accept death and pray for it. I wish death on others that are also unwanted and unloved so that their suffering can end and they can finally be happy. I am not as lucky as this baby though..." she said. Lily picked up a towel and covered herself quickly when she realized she was completely exposed. Jeff shook his head as she again collided with the fridge, "sometimes I think you are about as insane as I am Lily," he said. Lily shrugged, "we are all insane. Who can say that a person is truly sane when thoughts of sin course through their mind? A therapist? God they understand nothing. They get paid to ask disturbed, and insane people tedious questions that only make people feel worse about themselves. They make you feel guilty of your actions and spin you into a web where you believe that everything that you have done to yourself is all your fault. And magically with the power of medicine, this works..." Jeff had never thought of it like that, though he did agree with her. He never like the idea of those prissy fuckers that sat in their chairs asking "and how does this make you feel?" or how they would say "no one is to blame for your actions but yourself. Cross yourself off of the blame list and you will be free" Jeff chuckled to himself in disgusted amusement; Useless fucking bags of meat. He could see her point clearly. Lily sat down in the other chair and looked up, "I do wonder now and then though... Am I insane? One can never truly know I guess. My mother always told people I was though, so I guess I am..."

Jeff had begun to wonder what her family was like when they were still alive. Lily looked at him, "does this answer your thought?" she asked him dully. He wasn't sure how to answer, "you base a lot of things off your mother, what made her so high and mighty?" he asked. Lily got extremely quiet, Jeff would have thought she turned to stone if she had not started crying again. "My mother was a prostitute, my father was a good for nothing drunk. Their lives were ruled by drugs, alcohol and money. I remember the men she used to bring home. She'd lock me and my father up in the basement when she was working..." Jeff scoffed, "what is so terrifying about a whore?" he asked her, his voice heavy with spite. She remained as she was, "my father, too drunk and too high to care, would do things to me... He beat me up, he cut me, he would touch me..." she stopped, Jeff sat listening. Lily noticed him waiting for her to continue, "why is this story so interesting to you? It's one of those cliché sad childhoods that no one cares about," she said. He shrugged, "My family was a lot more well provided for than this. I had heard stories about children living in poor conditions before, but to hear it from the horse's mouth is intriguing," Jeff said. Lily blinked and decided she would continue talking, "after my father died... My mother began to take her fury on me. She'd lock me in the basement for days, taking me out when she thought I could earn her extra cash for her drugs. I was never raped though, my mother would tell them I wasn't worth the fuck. So I was eye-candy for them. She'd beat me, starve me, mutilate me, call me names. She told me all the time that I was a useless tool that should never have been born, that she should have killed me when she had the chance. I was ugly and boring to her. A stain on her life. She drilled this into me all the time..."

It was extremely quiet in the box-shaped house. Jeff himself couldn't think of anything to say, Lily stood up, "My mother was right though... Her life would have been better if she didn't have me there, but I simply wouldn't die though. This angered her till her last dying breath." She walked over to a black garbage bag and pulled out some clothes and began to dress. Jeff was still thinking about what she had told him. Such a sad life, his almost seemed perfect in comparison. Even after the incident that happened to him, the one that changed his life forever. The want to kill rose within him, his insanity clawing at his brain, "it's almost daylight Jeff, I don't think you can go back out anymore," Lily said climbing into bed. Jeff stood up and followed her actions. They lay there looking at each other in silence for a long while, Lily began to wonder if Jeff was actually asleep. These two people, one so desperate for her meager life to end. And a serial killer, that for whatever reason in his mind... He wanted to kill her, he wanted her to suffer at his hands. But whatever it was inside him, prevented him from doing so. Lily blinked, "hey Jeff," she whispered. He coughed slightly, "what?" he said hoarsely in response. She averted her eyes away from his, "th-thank you for listening to me... No one has ever done that before," she said. He flinched; How is it I keep finding ways to somehow help this suicidal bitch!? He thought to himself and shrugged, "I merely listened because I was interested not because I care... I care about no one Lily. I don't care about myself nor do I give a shit about you. Now go to sleep and shut the fuck before I actually give in to your futile requests." Lily paused as he turned on his side and faced away from her. Something inside her twitched irritably. Without thinking about her actions she found herself snuggling up to Jeff, "what are you doing?" he asked her annoyed. There was no response, which annoyed Jeff even further, "Lily shove o-" he paused when he turned over. Her usual depressed face was now suddenly more relaxed as she continued to snuggle in closer. Unsure of what to do he sighed and drew her close to him. Things for him, and he knew this very well, would get harder. This girl would make sure of that.