Jeff the Killer: Doppelganger Chapter 3
I woke up in my new bed; well, it wasn't brand new, but it was new for me considering the situation. I stretched out my arms, giving them the necessary full rotation and started rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I sat up and looked around my newish old room. It was plain and simple; just the way I like it. A basic wooden drawer with a mirror attached was straight across from my twin sized bed. A two door closet to my left, and a single window to my right. The pale, brown paint was chipping in a few spots, and everything was riddled with dust.
'Note to self: give those home improvement guys a call later.' I mentally noted and giggled.
I jumped out of bed and glided over to my suitcase full of clothes; I hadn't had time to unpack yet because I arrived here later than expected and was exhausted from the trip. I sighed, my breath causing my hair to fall in front of my face like a curtain hiding two small glass windows behind it.
"Hpmh!" I said as I blew the messy hair out of my face.
I chose my clothes for today, simple black sweatpants and a blue tee. Don't judge my fashion sense. I just love being comfortable! I stood up and strode in front of my mirror changing into my clothes. When I was done, I gave myself the once over and nodded in approval.
"Meh. Good enough." I chuckled to myself as I gave my full, undivided attention to my hair, spending all the time I could to prefect it and make it look nice… "Or I could just do a simple ponytail. It will take three seconds."
While pulling my hair up, I walked to the main room of the apartment, looking at the room. It was somewhat large and had an ancient couch and chair that one could find at their grandparent's house. 'Naw. Scratch that. Your grandparents would feel offended by the looks of this furniture.' A TV was in the middle of the room, it was one of those old ones with the antennas you had to fix to make it work. To my far right on the wall was a large window split in two, but Heaven knows why anyone would open that since there nothing to look at besides a nice brick wall. Oh, and did I mention the air was about as fresh as the inside of a pig sty? 'Mmm… Bacon sounds great.'
I checked my clock I set on the wall. 10:00 AM it read.
"The question of the day is: what should I do to kill the time for two hours?" I asked myself. "Well I suppose I could take my chances by looking around this shifty neighborhood. Gotta know my environment."
'Yeah a single sixteen year old girl wondering about in a ghetto sounds like a great idea.' I thought with sarcasm. 'Well what else do you got? ...What the hell, let's do it. '
I grabbed my satchel I had yesterday; packed it with anything I might need for later, and left my apartment to venture out into the outside world. After closing my door I walked down three flights of stairs, choosing to skip the creaky elevator that looks like it decides when it wants to work.
"Time to work those legs Richard Simmons style!" I encouraged myself.
Once I reached the base level I walked out the main entrance/exit and bounded down the run down stairs. I started walking on the sidewalk trying to admire the interesting scenery, it wasn't very pretty though. It consisted mostly of ancient buildings that looked like they would crumble with the slightest touch, children that had little to no respect for anything, anyone, or even themselves, and an occasional broken down car here and there that gangs defiled with graffiti.
After walking for a while, I saw a guy sitting on the sidewalk with his head in his palms. He wore a familiar white hoodie and pants, and he had longer hair that went just above his shoulders.
'Could that be? Sean?' I thought to myself.
My curiosity was piqued and forced me to check it out to see if my deduction skills I learned from Scooby Doo were right.
"Excuse me?" I asked the guy, tapping on his shoulder.
He moved a little at the touch and looked back at me. Surely enough, it was Sean. My face lit up with joy, and I smiled widely at him.
"Hey Sean! What's up man?" I asked him excitedly.
He seemed a bit confused at first but then seemed to recognize me. He stood up and looked at my face as to make sure it was really me.
"Oh. Robin, right?" He responded back with an unsure face.
I nodded and said, "Ding ding ding! Correct."
He smiled a bit and asked, "So what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I had time to kill and decided to go for a walk around the hood." I explained putting my hands behind my head. "Would you like to join me?"
At first he seemed apprehensive, but then he nodded. We started walking again, doing our simple chitchatting. Everything was fine and dandy until we passed an alley and heard someone yell. We immediately stopped to see what it was, and a group of large men, around 5 of them, started walking towards us. I instantly became nervous and looked over at Sean; he looked fine until he looked over at me, then he became worried.
"Hey you, boy." One of the men said, it was probably the leader of the gang. "You have some guts for showing up in this side of town." The man's voice sounded very enraged and Brooklyn.
Sean stood there completely silent and still as a rock, just watching for what the man might do. Pretty soon his proxies caught up to him, and we were hopelessly outnumbered.
"Hey Sean. I think these guys are talking to you." I whispered anxiously under my breath.
"Yeah we've been meaning to find you, you little rat. Our leader has been missing for three days now. We haven't seen eye or ear of him, and it was after he was with you!" The man pointed his grubby finger at Sean.
After that, awkward and bitter silence permeated the atmosphere.
"Well? Don't you have anything to say for yourself? Huh?" He spoke angrily at Sean's silence.
"I didn't do anything to him…" Sean admitted quietly.
"Yeah. See guys? This was all a huge misunderstanding. Now let's let bygones be bygones and put this silly matter at rest." I tried, wrapping my arms around one of Sean's and trying to drag him off.
"I don't think so little gurlie. You might want to run away before you end up with the same fate as our former leader, plus things are gonna get ugly."
With that statement, he snapped his fingers and his henchmen advanced toward us just like in the movies. Sean cringed a little as he heard the man talk. I looked over at him scared that he was going to get hurt by these punks.
'I don't believe that a nice guy like Sean could make someone disappear.' I thought to myself. 'Not after he helped me, a total stranger, yesterday.'
I decided to put my trust in Sean and stepped in front of him, creating a small separation between him and the bullies as I held my arms out in protection. The thugs stopped and looked at me confused.
"What do you think you're doing gurly?" The new leader asked ticked off.
"Don't hurt Sean. He is obviously innocent until proven guilty, and you have no evidence to say otherwise." I said sternly with a straight face.
"Fine. You leave me no choice. I don't like hurting little girls like you, but it looks like I will have to." He said darkly as he marched forward clenching his fist.
I watched him in shock and closed my eyes in fear but not leaving my stance.
'NO! I am not backing down. I refuse to.' I tried to reassure myself.
I opened one of my eyes and saw that he was right in front of me thus making me squeeze my eye shut out of fear.
'Damn he is really tall. I am going to be beaten to a pulp and before lunch too...' I internally cried. 'I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm so de-'
I was cut off by someone grabbing my hand and pulling me back. It was Sean! He was helping me escape. I looked back at the infuriated thugs as they yelled foul language that the faint of heart would fall over from the vulgarity. I turned my attention to Sean; he was looking forward as we ran, not paying attention to the men. I smiled, and I hatched an idea in my head. My devious side got the best of me, and I turned my head back to the thugs as they tried to catch up but were failing. I stuck my tongue out at them and pulled down my bottom right eyelid and taunted them.
"Blegh!" I said as loud as I could.
The men saw this and became even more furious as I jeered at them. Sean looked back at me, and I turned to face hi. He was smiling at me anxiously from my action, obviously wondering why in my right mind would I tick them off further, but I laughed it off. In a few moments, we were way ahead of them, and we were hardly able to see the group. We slowed our running to a stop, and Sean was searching the area. He stopped and stared at the building we were next to: a library. Without words I knew what he was thinking, and we bolted to the library doors but slowed to a casual walk as we entered, whistling and trying not to attract attention to ourselves.
We mall walked to the cheesy romance section since it was closet and picked up a random book, opening it to a random page and holding it to block our faces. Soon enough we heard heavy footsteps enter, not needing to look up to see who it was. Sean glanced over at me nervous and I looked back, returning his face of distress with one equally freaked out. The thugs started to look around, and one of them started heading to the section we were in. I began to sweat a little, but our hides were saved by the librarian.
"What are you doing here?!" She scolded the leader.
The lackeys stopped and watched as their leader was yelled at as quietly as possible.
"This is a decent public building! See the sign?" She pointed over. "Since you probably can't read it, it says: No Gangs allowed."
The thugs tried to explain themselves but was cut off by her.
"Tch! No excuse. Now get out of my library!" She said louder, and all of the patrons were watching. "You're causing a scene! Out, out, out!"
She pointed to the exit with one hand and swatting at them with a dictionary in the other. The leader ran out with the others following, cursing under their breaths. She said a little hmph and walked back to the desk she was at before. Everyone returned to their business and shook it off, obviously used to the librarian's quick temper. I let out a huge breath of relief.
"That's the first time I've ever been saved by a librarian. Thank you crabby librarian lady!" I spoke quietly, bowing reverently in her direction.
Sean chuckled a little at this as he placed the book back. Doing the same, I glanced over at him.
"So would you care to explain what's going on?" I asked raising a brow. "Do a group of stereotypical thugs always confront you like that?"
He sighed and looked at me seeing that he couldn't avoid the question. "Ok ok. I think it's fair enough that I tell you, but can we go somewhere else?" He asked gesturing towards the other people giving us the stink eye from talking so much.
I nodded, and he surprised me yet again today: He grabbed my hand and walked me out of the library. He took me towards the crosswalk and we waited for the light to give us the okay to go. While we were walking across the bumpy street, I looked at him.
"So, where are we going?" I asked curiously.
"There is a place I've always wanted to go to." He said eagerly before stopping in front of a smaller building with people outside eating and drinking.
"A café?" I asked happily.
He nodded smiling a little shyly. "Yeah. I've always passed by this place wanting to try it. I think it's quaint." I nodded in agreement and jumped for joy at the cute little place, eager to see one nice, clean building in this dirty city. After my little happy dance, we headed inside to get our very own El Café table.