Disclaimer: I do not own Jeff the Killer. All rights and credit belong to the original creator, Creepypasta. I am simply burrowing Jeff for my own entertainment and storyline.
Rated M for gore, violence, dark themes, disturbing images, profanity, and eventually
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A/N: Yay, three reviews this time around. An big "thank you" goes out to all you reviewers. Sally Chefforn, glad to know you're thoroughly enjoying "Twisted Affair" , and I'm flattered that it's also inspiring you to work on your own Jeff The Killer story again. Reading works by other fanfictions authors for Jeff The Killer, helped to inspire this little piece. It's scary fun writing about an psychopath. Also, I want to say thank you to everyone who have favorite and is now following "Twisted Affair." You guys are awesome!
Chapter Three
Alone and Face-To-Face
Eternity passed as I sat in the emergency room, my mom's arms wrapped tightly around me. Tears trickling down the sides of her cheeks as she laid her head against mine. I clung to her for dear life.
Willy had been taken to my Aunt Agatha' house in Charlatan to spend the night, while mom and I stayed in the hospital. Dad's stab wounds were pretty bad. He was in surgery at the moment, the doctors desperately working to save him.
Why me? What had I ever done to deserve this? Was God pissed at me for some unknown reason? This kind of shit happened to other people, not me.
I felt like I was in the middle of a nightmare. A long terrifying nightmare. Why couldn't I wake up? This couldn't be happening! Dad wasn't supposed to be in the hospital, his life hanging by a thread! The police weren't supposed to be chasing after a madman, who wanted to kill me. I wasn't supposed to be in danger! I was supposed to be a normal happy seventeen year old girl, whose summer vacation just started, wrapped up in the safe delusion that all was right with the universe.
Tears flowed freely from my eyes as I buried myself deeper into my mom's shoulder. Why was this happening to me of all people? What did I ever do to deserve this insanity? I was fucking helpless and I just couldn't wake up!
Hours later, a doctor walked out of the emergency automatic doors, dressed in his sterile aqua green scrubs and facemask. He looked drained.
Trying being in my shoes, bub, I thought bitterly as I nursed a Mountain Dew Mom had gotten me from the vending machine out in the hallway.
Mom rushed over to him. "Is my husband going to be okay? Did everything go alright?" she wanted to know frantically.
The doctor nodded. "He's stable. We're keeping an eye on him. You're more than welcome to visit him," he replied giving both my mother and I sympathetic glances. He gestured past the sliding doors. "He's in room twelve down the hall."
Mom turned to me with a sad, but relieved look on her tear stricken face. "Honey, come on," she said taking my hand. Numbly, I got up and followed.
There were a number of clear plastic tubes stuck into his arms and torso underneath the poke-a-dotted hospital gown. The steady beeping of the machines filled the air as they monitored his vitals. His face was a pale grayish yellow color in the dim lightening.
Reality hit. I was wide awake. And this was no dream or nightmare.
I rushed from the room before Mom could say anything and headed straight for the bathrooms. I don't remember if I went into the men's or women's as the door swung close behind me. I stumbled forward and heaved up whatever lingered in my stomach, not making it to the stall. The smell of vomit mixed with the sterile chemicals that saturated the stuffy air of the hospital.
Bile filled my mouth as I threw up, decorating the tiled floor with my insides. My body lurched again and again until my stomach was completely empty. An dry heave mixed with a ragged sob as tears blinded me. I sat back and curled up into a ball and cried.
Dear God! Why me? Why me?! My mind screamed again and again. Why me? What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this shit? Why? Dammit! Why?!
"Sshhh," a voice said in my ear as a body pressed itself against me. A hand covered my mouth. A knife came into my line of sight. "Sshh. Everything is going to be alright."
My entire body tensed up. No! No! Dear God no!
"I told you I would come back," the killer whispered into my ear. "I told you, my little Pepper Pot, Jeffery would come back and get you, so don't you fucking dare try to scream. I tried to warn you that nobody needed to get involved and now look what happened. You're dear old daddy is in the hospital."
My body shuddered violently. The stench of gore assaulted my nose. His hands were covered in it. I whimpered. The tears flowed faster.
"Now be a good girl and come with me," he whispered, pulling me to my feet, a knife pressed to my jugular. A sinister giggle filled my ear. "Don't try to escape. I hate to mar that pretty skin of yours."
He backed up to the bathroom door and used his free hand to push it open slightly and peered out. When the cost was clear, he maneuvered us to a side exit, checking for any sign of us being spotted by a doctor or a nurse. He pushed me into the alleyway that separated the two buildings of the hospital and ushered me towards a side street.
Overhead it had started to thunder. Rain drops hit the uneven sidewalk as he continued to lead me through the night. Shadows chased us as he lead the way, the knife still pressed to my throat as a reminder to not try anything funny.
At last he stopped at the edge of a wooded lot in the middle of the run-down part of town. Most of the houses were in ruin and needed major repair. Windows were shattered or bordered up. Some had blankets over them, light filtering through the thin fabric and reaching across the broken down stoops to cast itself onto the cracked sidewalk.
"Come," he said and guided me down a hidden path in between the trees. Rain came down, echoing in the night air with soft claps. The trees grew tightly together, their branches creating a thick web above our heads.
An large beige colored house came into view. It was one story and it looked abandoned. The backyard was overgrown like the others houses in the area, while pitch black windows stared out forlornly into the darkness. Vines climbed up the sides and the moss covered roofs was bent in, like it might collapse at any moment.
The killer shoved me up onto the rickety back porch and then preceded to open the back door. My feet dug into the floor boards as he tried to shove me inside.
"Come on. Don't you want to check out you're new home?" he hissed in my ear, pressing the knife into my throat as a reminder. "Now move!"
My feet gave out as he roughly shoved me inside. I fell forward and collided with the floor, hard. Dust kicked up as my body hit, filling my eyes and nose. I sputtered and coughed, struggling to get to my feet.
I heard the devil behind me chuckle. "Already getting the feel of the place? My, My, you do settle in quickly," he taunted as I got to my feet, coughing. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to breath normally.
He tangled his fist into my hair, yanking my head back. "How about a tour, hmm? I'm sure you're eager to see what a lovely house it is."
Something just snapped.
I cried out, and whirled, ripping my hair free from his grasp. A sharp slap echoed through the musty air as I struck him across the face. Hatred burned in the back of my throat. "You fucking sicko! You think this is all some fucking joke?!"
Rage shone in his twisted eyes as he rubbed the red mark developing on the side of his face. "You fucking bitch!" he screamed back and slammed my body into the wall. "What the hell was that for? You fucking dare strike out at me after all the kindness I decided to show you! Sparing your pathetic life, taking you here to live with me? Fucking little whore!"
He slammed my head against the wall again and again, until I saw stars in my eyes and sharp bolts of pain consumed my senses. He let go of me as I crumbled to my knees, holding onto my head, gasping in pain.
Tears flow down my heated cheeks. My ears rung. So much pain! This was his idea of "kindness?!"
He grabbed my hair and jerked my head up so we were face to face. "Ah, look what you made me do!" he spat in my face. "Such a frightful sight! I told you! I told you not to try anything funny. But did you listen? No! Now dry those tears! Dry them!"
I couldn't stop crying as he violently shook my head. Was this it? Was it all over for me? Damn that sicko! Damn that fuck to the darkest pits of hell!
"Stop crying! Stop you're fucking crying!" he screamed. "I'll cut your tear ducts out, you little bitch, if you don't stop those tears!"
"Stop yelling in my face!" I screamed back, trying to wrench my hair free from his grip. "You're hurting me!"
"Then stop crying!" He took hold my throat and squeezed, making breathing difficult. Despite his screams, the tears wouldn't ebb.
I couldn't stop crying. Why should I stop? Because some psycho was shouting at me to?
"Stop crying! Stop crying!" He kept screaming as blackness started to seep into my vision. Just as I was on the verge of passing out, he let go. My body hit the floor and everything went black.
I was aware of three things when I came to. First of all, it hurt to breath and two, the smell of mothballs and rot consumed every breath I took. And number three, I had a major headache.
I groaned and rolled over, my hand immediately going to run itself along the back of my head. I flinched when my hand came in contact with a puffy sore bump forming underneath my auburn curls. I coughed as dust went up my nose. Darkness greeted my eyes as I slowly opened them.
Thunder roared over head as the soft pit-patter of rain filled the stale air. I pushed myself up into a sitting position. Where the hell was I?
Lightening lit up the room. I was sitting on a couch that was slowly falling apart. Stuffing fell out of the floral printed cushions, while a thick layer of dust covered the furniture. Sheets were placed over the others objects in the room. A brick fireplace that hadn't been used in years sat across the room in the corner. I noted the outdated television set with its cracked screen in a wooden entertainment center pressed up against the wall on the far side of the room.
Another flash of lightening lit up the room again. I wasn't alone. In the further part of the room, standing in the doorway was a lanky figure, dressed in a blood stained hoody and tore jeans. His unblinking gaze watching.
Instinct screamed at me to run as everything came flooding back. The headache grew ten fold. I held onto my head as the floor spun. I was in a room with a psycho.
"I told you to stop crying," the killer uttered as fresh new tears threatened to fall. He crossed the room with silent feet.
I backed up and pressed myself up against the back of the couch, my eyes darting from side to side. The only exit in the entire room was the doorway. I was trapped.
"St-stay away!" I whispered my voice cracking.
The killer stopped and titled his head. "I'm not going to harm you."
Oh, like I was going to believe that! He tried to fucking strangle me! I darted off the couch as he drew closer. "Stay away from me," I said in a rush of words. "Don't you come any fucking closer!"
"And what are you going to do about it, hm?" the killer wanted to know, watching me with his unnerving gaze. His eyes were blood shot and dry from having no eyelids. "Lash out again?"
My mind raced. Maybe I could make it to the doorway. Maybe I could escape. "J-Just stay away!" my voice rose in pitch.
"Do you know why I brought you here, Pepper Deidre? Why I haven't killed you yet?" the killer asked. He kept getting closer.
"Stay away!" I repeated my voice getting louder as he advanced on me. I backed up, trying to it get so my body was facing the only exit in the tiny square room. "You stay where you are, you hear me! Just fucking stay away from me, you freak!"
"Will you fucking shut up already!" he screamed. He ran straight for me. I took the opportunity to turn and run for it.
I didn't get far.
His body slammed into mine and we both tumbled to the floor. He pinned my arms behind my back as I screamed and flailed.
"I told you to shut up!" he screamed in my ear, giving me absolutely no room to struggle. "When I tell you to scream then you can scream, but until then just shut the fuck up!"
I let out a sob as a hand covered my mouth, silencing me.
"There. Much better," the killer breathed against my expose neck. "You're going to cause me a lot of trouble, aren't you? I can already tell. Oh well. I like a challenge every now and then. Now stay quiet and let me finish."
Like I had a freaking choice! I stopped struggling, knowing it was no use. He was pretty heavy, despite his boney frame. I laid where I was, waiting to hear his delusional reasons for keeping me alive.
"You're such a curious little thing, you know that, Pepper Pot? I can't seem to kill you, even though, I've had plenty of opportunities since I first laid eyes on you. So sweet. So innocent. So happy." He spat out the last word like it was acid in his mouth. "I can't stand people like you. So naïve. So innocent. The whole damn world just falls into your hands and everyone's lives seems that much more happy just because you exist. Happy. Happy. Happy. SO FUCKING HAPPY!"
I flinched as he screamed the last part in my ear. Disbelief and out rage filled me. He was doing all this because he was jealous? The hell?!
"I hate people like that. So bright, so easy to get along with. I wanted to darken everyone's world and make them suffer by taking their little joy bringer away!" He giggled insanely. "But every time I tried, you stopped me. You and that stupid grin of yours. By just saying "Hi" you stop me from killing you. I want to know why. I want to know why I can't kill you!"
Questions bounced around like hyperactive ping-pong balls inside my head. What the hell was he talking about? I've never laid eyes on the guy until almost a week ago. Just how long he has been stalking me?
"I brought you here to find out," he continued, his grip tightened painfully around my wrists. "I'm going to find out the reason why I can't kill you and then I'm going to find a way around it and kill you anyway. Oh yes, little Pepper Pot, I'm going to love every minute of it as I take my sweet time killing you, slowly and painfully until you're red with your own blood. Hee-hee, hee-hee!"
This guy was absolutely nuts! Bonkers. Over the bend. Flat out crazy. Demented. Utterly and completely insane. He deserved to be locked up in a asylum where he couldn't hurt anyone ever again.
"Now, are you going to scream and try to run away again?" the killer inquired as I remained motionless underneath him. "I have plenty of rope. I could tie you to the bed and let you starve to death, you know. I can easily overpower you if you try to run away again."
Well, I was fucked, wasn't I? I heaved a depressed sigh and did my best to relax every muscle in my body. What do you do when a killer has you trapped and there was no way to escape? I guess I was going to find out.
He chuckled. "Good girl." The weight lifted off of me and my wrists were released. Damn that guy had a strong grip!
I laid there for a moment. My emotions threatened to over flow. I took a deep calming breath and then another. I did not want to cry in front of this psycho case ever again. He reacted violently to tears and right now, I needed to tread lightly.
Wearily, I eased myself off the floor and onto my feet. I took my time turning around to face the devil. I wanted to run screaming from the room as I took in his face. How could anyone even think of doing that to themselves? Well, I was talking about a serial killer after all.
I wrapped my arms around myself protectively. "Okay… Mister Serial Killer Sir," I started slowly, emphasizing each word as I spoke. I did my best to reign in my emotions. "You got a name?"
"Jeff."
I raise an eyebrow. And here I thought it was going to be something scary like Billy Bob or Chucky. I tried my best not to puke all over his dirty blood caped sneakers. "Well… Jeff… it's a scream to meet you."