Well, I tried to update as soon as I could and here it is.

I'm back of school as of yesterday, so I hope that now that I have a solid routine of the day, that I can get more time to sometimes, sit back, relax and write. This is what keeps me calm and keeps me from killing someone myself (^_^)

These past few months have been really shit for me and getting back into writing is helping with my stress. It isn't school or anything that's stressing me out, but personal affairs. Hopefully, I can move on and get over all of it soon, but until then, I'll relieve my stress and keep writing as much as I can...and the same goes for my other story, Creepypasta's Nightmare.

I'll let you guys read and I'll see you hopefully soon.

~Ciao

Chapter Three

Survival

Jessie Walker wondered around the bright and vibrant streets of London in a radiant afternoon, as she glanced around for a place to rest her head for the night; she hadn't slept for the whole of the night before so that she could escape from the hospital and ensure that no one was following her as she ran away – and she was exhausted. She was well aware that her face was planted all over the news, so begging someone to stay at his or her place wasn't an option; killing someone for their place wasn't her favourite option either and she was desperate not to have to come to that, however she didn't know what other choice she had. It may come to that soon.

Luckily for her, she had found a homeless shelter where they only donated clothes, meaning that she could change out of her hospital gown and into something more normal and therefore, she could blend in with everyone else – but that didn't solve her problem of finding a place to stay for the night. She had on a black hoody and a flowing, black skirt, which showed off her soft, smooth, chocolate coloured legs and a run down pair of sneakers – at least she could run from the police in them if she needed to. Plus, the hoody was a nice place to hide her knife so that no one noticed she had it. The last thing she needed was someone reporting her for having one out in the open; she couldn't go back to the hospital. While having the nightgown on, she resorted to sticking the knife into the sides of her underwear, but she found that so uncomfortable and she had to be careful when she moved, so it was too inconvenient. Her long, dark hair also flowed in the small breeze that few past her; she wanted to cut her hair before she escaped from the hospital, but she didn't have the time. It could become a liability soon if someone – meaning the police – grabbed it and pulled her to them, or it got caught in something. She had no idea why she let grow in the first place.

She gently tugged at her raven coloured hair and whispered to herself. "How did I let it get this long…?"

Escaping from the hospital wasn't too difficult. Once she killed her Dr. Fredrick, Jessie took her car keys and made a clumsy, but sneaky escape that she had been planning for weeks. She climbed out of the doctor's window carefully and ran towards her car in the parking lot; Jessie had no idea how to drive, but she made a go of it and luckily, she didn't crash into anything or run anyone over – the last thing she needed was to draw attention to herself. Attached to the therapist's car keys was her I.D., which was useful when it came to getting through the front gate of the institution, where you need to scan your I.D. to get into or out of unless you were a visitor – Jessie couldn't exactly pass for a visitor when she was leaving way passed visiting hours. She escaped with no problems.

She heard on the radio in the car that people knew that Dr. Fredrick had died and she ditched the car as soon as she reached the outskirts of London. When the police did eventually find her car, they would know that Jessie took it and would definitely looking for her to convict her for stolen possessions and murder – again – or they would lock her in he hospital again. Jessie didn't want either.

The murderous teenager may not have seemed it, but she had a goal and a reason beyond hating it at the hospital to escape from there. She had someone that she needed to find and answers to many questions that she's had for the past year. The only problem she had was that she had no idea where the man she wanted to find was or what he looked like or his name. The only thing that she knew about him was that he existed and she was 100% positively sure about that. She knew that he had to be somewhere.

Her plan was to travel back to Oxford and hopefully find him there. She knew that it was a long shot being that it had been a whole year and she knew that Anthony Williams had moved houses already, so there was a chance that he wouldn't be there either, but it was a good place to start. She would have to hide while being there – she couldn't let anyone see her and report her to the local authorities. She was going to the place that everyone would expect her to go to – back to the scene of her crimes – but she needed to go there and find him somehow.

He had to be there. Somewhere.

All of a sudden a woman with massive breast that Jessie couldn't miss bumped into the lost teenager while holding hands with who appeared to be her boyfriend – or to Jessie, it looked like her 'fuck-buddy'. Jessie apologised even though the woman was the one who bumped into her to try and be polite and even tried to give a fake smile in order to not draw attention to herself and cause a scene like she wanted to, but the blond big-busted woman just scowled at the killer teen and walked on hand in hand with her man.

This gave Jessie flashes of images of pushing the blond to the ground and gutting her, pulling her insides out of her and covering herself in the rude woman's blood, laughing and being in pure ecstasy while doing so.

The images of death and blood and guts caused Jessie's heart rate to begin to increase and her face to become flustered; she leaned against the brick wall next to her and tried to catch her breathe while holding her heart, wishing that it would calm down. People passing by where looking at her strangely, but no one recognized her, to her surprise; this gave her a sense of relief, but her heart rate wouldn't go down.

For a while now, this need to kill has grown even stronger within Jessie, not subsiding no matter how much she didn't want it to happen or she begged to God to make it stop; she didn't want to hurt anyone and she really didn't want to like hurting anyone. She wanted to prove to everyone around her that she wasn't a cold-blooded killer like they were making her out to be – although she did realise that killing her therapist and escaping from the hospital wasn't the best way to do that. It was becoming more obvious that the media hadn't been lying when that said that Jessie Walker was a killer; Jessie hadn't been able to remember killing anyone, but she could remember the feeling of needing to kill.

The feeling had appeared within her at the hospital many times. She would be simply reading the terrible books that were donated to the hospital in her room or thinking about how crappy her next meal would be and suddenly, images of death and murder would enter her head. At first, she was scared and disgusted with them and would try to lock them out of her mind through any means she could come up with – whether that be banging her head against the walls or trying desperately hard to think about something else – but over time she began to accept the thoughts and then ended up liking them and actually looking forward to them. They were the only release from her mundane life of captivity that she would ever get. She would spend hours thinking about killing other patients in the hospital or one of the nurses that came into her room to give her a check up or food, and at one point, she was ready to go through with killing someone who entered her room – she even asked to go into Dr, Fredrick's office a few times so that she could steal a pen so that she could stab one of the nurses, just like she had the doctor – but she ended up thinking that it wasn't worth it or she would chicken out.

Although, more than her need to kill, she couldn't stop thinking about the boy who she had forgotten. She had no distinct memories of him, but she could recall things that he had said or conversations that they'd had. Most of all, she remembered the amazing feeling that she'd gotten when around him and knew that he was the one that she needed to be with more than anything else; she had so many questions for him, but he never went to see her at the hospital and she had never heard the gossiping nurses talk about him. They only spoke about the people she'd killed and that Jeff the Killer guy. She knew that she couldn't mean nothing to him considering how she remembers how strongly she felt about him, so she wondered what happened to him and why she hadn't seen him yet.

She knew that she didn't kill him. The only men she killed were her father, this guy in her school called John, who she eventually, after some time, remembered slightly as a mean guy and it couldn't be him that she felt like this for, and his friends, but she heard the nurses saying that she didn't know them. She couldn't have killed him, meaning that unless he died while she was in the hospital, he was somewhere out there in the world. Even if he did die while she was in the hospital, at least if she found that out then she would know for certain that he was unattainable. If that were the case, she wouldn't have a reason to go on except to kill and in her eyes, that wasn't worth being on the run for her whole life.

She would just have to end it all.

"Fuck…" She mumbled to herself. "I need to calm down…otherwise I'll want to kill someone…"

"Hey."

The distressed escapee turned to her side, her heart skipping a beat at the fact that someone had approached her and tried to speak with her; they could have been the police or a civilian who knew who she was and wanted to turn her into the authorities. She had only escaped her terrible life the night before. Things couldn't end this quickly and she didn't want to have to kill someone just to keep them quiet. That would be a waste of her time.

Her large, dark eyes fell upon a young man in his early twenties, who appeared to have a large smile on his face; he had slight morning stubble, large, bright eyes, messy, blond hair that was hidden beneath a black beanie and clothes that seemed very retro. Jessie remembered from her days outside of the hospital that guys like this were called 'hipsters'. She couldn't remember why, but she recalled not particularly liking them very much.

"You okay?" His smile stayed the same – large and wide. It was unsettling.

Jessie breathed deeply to calm herself down and stood up straight. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He asked, leaning in uncomfortably close to Jessie's face. "…because if you're not, there's somewhere I can take you to help you…and to help relieve you of your pain."

Jessieknew what this guy was asking immediately. She may have been trapped in a hospital for a year and was away from other ordinary humans with ordinary urges and needs, but she remembered what someone asking for a sexual favour sounded like and what look people had on their faces when they asked for them; she hadn't been on the other end of a request as far as she could remember, but she remembered seeing that kind of thing on television and this man in front of her looked like he wanted to get in her pants.

For a split second, Jessie was ready to just walk away from this guy and not look back, but then she realsied something. Her need to kill was growing stronger and stronger. She could barely control her breathing or manage her heart rate; she needed to either run into a freezing-cold lake to cool off – she knew that there were no clean lakes in or near London and it wasn't cold outside either since it was spring – or kill someone to relieve the pain and urge.

This guy seemed like a perfect candidate. He would ask to take advantage of a clearly unwell, young, defenseless teenage girl who might be completely oblivious to the dangers of men – that made him a bad person, meaning that Jessie could easily justify this killing.

A small smile appeared on her face as she faked gratitude. "Thank you…where is it? I'm in a lot of pain…"

"Just come with me." He reached his large hand out to her. Without a moment's hesitation – and a hint of desperation – Jessie took it.

She wanted to kill this guy as fast as she could.

~:~

The two young adults walked hand in hand for a couple of blocks, passing unsuspecting citizens who lacked the knowledge that Jessie was planning on killing this random stranger, before reaching an abandoned apartment building that seemed to not have been inhabited for quite a few years; the outside of the place was run down, displaying broken windows, a busted door, broken antennas hanging off the side of the building and paint from the outside of the building that had been chipped and scratched off – in addition to the graffiti spray-painted all over the side of the walls saying lines that made little sense to Jessie about saving the gangs of the city and that crime is true freedom – she could only agree that killing was true freedom for her, but other than that, the writing made no sense to her. The lawn of the building hadn't been mowed in a long time – years by the look of it – leaving a long safari-like grass patch that Jessie was tempted to run through and pretend to be chased by a lion; this was a place that Jessie could've have imagined to be a better place to kill someone.

Jessie's first thought was how cut off this building was from the main roads of London and how no one would go near it even if they were dared to; it was like the main killing spot of a horror movie. Jessie remembered horror movies. She remembered that teenagers would go to places like this one because of a dare and would assume that nothing would happen to them – but what do they know, a murderer is hiding there, waiting for them. It was a place where people would suspect drug users or rapists to be hanging around, so no one would hear the man with her scream or come and help him.

Perfect.

A fake cough escaped her mouth as she still pretended to be sick for the stranger holding her hand.

"Is this the place?" She asked innocently.

"Uh-huh." He responded lightly. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you here…"

Jessie gently held onto his arm, causing him to glance down at her, his wide smile still stitched on his face; when he saw her face, he couldn't help but blush slightly and widen his blue eyes. Her smile was a false one, but it was still sweet and looked like the genuine smile of an innocent young girl who was showing gratitude.

"Thank you…I really appreciate it…"

The stranger became slightly flustered and his smile became more relaxed. "I…It's alright."

Manipulation was something that Jessie wasn't sure whether she would be good at or not – since she couldn't manipulate anyone in the hospital or even attempt to try out because her contact with other patients was restricted – but it seemed that she had an adorable face that she could use to get what she wanted. She would keep that in mind when she needed something from a man. Also, she didn't know why, but this guy clearly found her attractive since he asked her for a sexual favour in the first place, so maybe she could use her body as well as her face; knowing all of this would make it so much easier to kill others for her when she needed to.

The two wondered inside the broken front door and walked through the dirty, un-kept, empty hallways, still hand in hand. It was only when they reached a desolate room at the back of the building with nothing in it that they were released from each other's grip. Jessie looked around the room, still breathing slightly heavily so as to keep her defenseless looking appearance up; she took a few steps forward and inspected the room, ready to note anything extraordinary down in her mind if need be.

"So…do you have medicine here…?" She asked.

"Well…a kind of medicine…" The hipster responded with in a sinister voice.

A sly smile appeared on Jessie's face as she heard the man slowly shut the door to the room. She reached into her pocket, ready to garb her knife, ready to attack the guy behind her; she had figured out her plan already. She would let him approach her and try to kiss her – maybe even pin her down – then she would stab him in the stomach and the rest would flow naturally to her. Her mouth began to leak saliva from the desperate need to slide her knife into the man's gut and slice through to the other side of his stomach in order to watch his intestines fall out of him and cover herself in his blood. Her heart rate increased and she couldn't stop breathing heavily – genuinely this time.

This was going to be a good kill.

"So, do you li-?"

GRAB

"Mnh!"

Suddenly, a couple of large hands grabbed Jessie by the arm and covered her mouth, making her unable to speak or reach for her knife, which stayed steadily in her pocket; the large person with large features rotated Jessie against her will so that she was facing the man who had just dragged her to the apartment building in the first place. His smile was back to being more sinister and he was now surrounded by two other guys who looked similar to him in style, except their eyes were red and they seemed pale and thin.

"So…I hope you enjoy your treatment, little one."

Jessie's eyes widened. Her heart felt like it had been crushed by someone like a scrap of paper and her words were trapped in her throat, making her not even be able to try and speak beneath this mans gigantic hand; she couldn't even contemplate how she felt at that moment. Sweat began to drop from her brow and she felt claustrophobic, almost as if she couldn't breathe and not just from her covered mouth, but her nose as well.

If she had to guess, she would call this feeling fear.

The man holding her threw her to the floor, which caused her to land with a large thump; she felt a slight pain in her side from where she landed and she had to grit her teeth to be able to bare the throbbing in her arm from its unwanted contact with the ground.

The hipster got on top of her and two of his apparent friends held her arms down as she squirmed and tried to bare the pain – for men who looked as though they hadn't eaten in months, these two had a lot of strength to be able to hold a full-grown teenage girl down. As he loomed over her, Jessie tried to speak, but still couldn't say a word; her chest began to hurt and so did her head. Her mind was throbbing and causing tears to form in her eyes from the discomfort; her trembling wouldn't stop. She was actually displaying fear for the first time that she could remember. She had feared nothing at the hospital except for her thoughts of death, but they never made her react like this.

She had a strange feeling that she had seen or even experienced a scene like this before.

"Well…" The stranger began. "Let's begin."

His hand went at the bottom of her hoody, as he pulled it up, exposing her bare breasts; she hadn't gotten time to grab a bra from the hospital – since the patients didn't wear them usually because of the underwire being too dangerous for them to have in their possession – and the homeless shelter where she got her clothes from didn't have any in her size, so she didn't bother trying to find one. It didn't seem too important to her at the time. The men around her whistled and grinned at each other clearly impressed.

The one on top of her laughed and said "Wow, that's a pair. How old are you anyway?"

Suddenly, flashing images of a scene like this appeared in Jessie's mind. She was under a boy around her age, but she couldn't make out who it was, with two boys holding her down just like this; the only difference was that this boy was inside her, rocking back and forth and she was in immense pain. The images were accompanied by the sounds of her screaming in pain and the boys all laughing, just like the men were now.

The tears fell to the side of her face onto the filthy, dusty floor and she stared up at the men with a terrified look.

"P…Ple…Please…D-."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Everyone, including Jessie, rotated and gazed upon a massive Jack-in-the-box that had appeared out of nowhere; it stood backed up against the wall with wallpaper rolling off of it and stood tall. The box was black and white and was emitting the acoustic version of 'Pop the Wesel', giving everyone except for Jessie a chill up their spines.

The lid of the box gradually opened, creating a mist as it did. The men had lost all interest in Jessie and she had noticed immediately; the box in front of her had been a shock to see, but the most important thing for Jessie at the moment was getting away from the boys in front of her. Her knife was now in reach as the men holding her arms had released their grip of her – a dangerous mistake to make. Her arm slowly reached for her hoody pocket so as not to alarm anyone as she stared at the man on top of her, just to make sure that he didn't try to stop her and that his eyes stayed on the box.

"JESSIE! DON'T MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVEMENT!" yelled out the deep, echoing voice from the box. "AND DON'T BEG FOR MERCY! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU!"

Jessie flinched and stared at the box once more. Now she had taken a full-on interest in the box and the fact that whatever was speaking from within it, knew her name.

By this point, the men had began to run out of the building, some of them crying, some of them cursing about not being able to screw Jessie; the confused teenager sat up, eyes still on the box. She was frustrated that her need to kill wouldn't be satisfied, but she was thankful to this mystery box for saving her. She had no idea what those images in her head were, but they began to worry the murderer. Although, she would have to save thinking about them for another day.

"Jessie…."

All of a sudden, a clown began to levitate out of the box, his colour scheme being black and white, just like the box. His hair was black and a complete mess, his nose was a black and white danger hazard because of how sharp and long it was, his teethe were as pointed as a shark, his fingers were dark and practically claws and he didn't seem to be able to stop laughing while leaving his home in the box.

Jessie was astonished at this character and wondered who he was.

"Don't worry…" He mumbled. He bent over and curtsied for her, placing his arms behind his back and keeping his head down.

"Laughing Jack's here for you…"