Me: Back with Chapter 4, after some hard thinking. Whew!
Jeff: How can it be hard to think!?
Me: Then you write the story!
Jeff: Fine, I will! Once upon a time-
Me: Shut up! Here's Chapter 4 guys!
"Jackie, don't make this any harder than it already is," said one of the officers. " So please put down your weapon and your hands up." My weapon? Oh, right, Jeff's knife. I completely forgot about it. Damn, my options are limited here. Hmmm, I might escape with this plan but it'll be a long-shot.
I set my knife down on the floor and put my hands up. Every single officer put their gun away in their belts, just like I thought they would, which means these guys are rookies. One of them took out some hand cuffs, another followed him and the remaining took out a walkie-talkie. The two officers headed my way. That 'feeling' radiated throughout me again; like an instinct as I crouched down on all fours and snatched the knife from the floor. Then, I leaped toward the officer with the hand cuffs, a shocked expression on his face. I slashed the officer's throat; a fountain of blood spewing out like a waterfall, spraying my face. The second officer struggled to pull out his gun. I tackled him to the ground, and stabbed his chest area multiple times where I thought his heart might be. I slashed his neck to finish him off and snapped my head up to look up at the remaining officer; which turned out to be female. She stared at me in horror and wasted no time in bolting out of the room. This bitch is not going to get away from me! I pulled out the gun from the dead officer's belt and slid my blood-dripping knife before pursuing that last bastard.
I ran out to the stairs, trying to ignore the stinging pain in my leg and saw her running half-way down the stairs. I held the gun tightly in both hands, aiming, pulling the trigger and took her out in one shot to the head. I watched her fall down the remaining stairs. I sighed, dropping the gun to the floor, falling to my knees, hands to my face. Now my life is really fucked up… What did I just do!? I felt like a complete animal, a sudden instinct within me bursted as I fought, that 'feeling'. It almost felt like an adrenaline rush, only it wasn't; it was more…refreshing, like electricity running through every blood vessel in my body. Fresh tears started running down my face again. I could definitely go to jail now! (…) Well, I guess I should just leave, survive out in the wild for as long as I can…
I stood up slowly, my wounds still pouring out blood. I limped down the stairs, grabbing my left shoulder, trying to add pressure to the wound. My ankle still hurts as hell. I pushed the front door, stepped outside and froze. Besides the chilling temperatures; what paralyzed me was the ambulance; the people within it; they're probably watching me now… Great, more witnesses. As if it's not bad enough that I've already stained my life by killing 3 officers! I just stared at the vehicle, expecting it to pull off, any sort of movement. Nothing. These bitches must be doing something! I pulled out my knife, getting slightly angry. I was about to march over there when I saw a dark figure jump out from behind the vehicle. I can't believe it!
"Nice killing up there…" he said smugly. He stepped out of the shadows, smiling as always. I knew something had happened. His white hoodie is drenched in more blood than before, his face sprayed with the red substance. He walked towards me and I tried to back up, but I tripped and fell on the street cement. I just looked at him as he approached me, kneeling down on one knee and taking down his bloodied hood.
"You…killed them?", I asked hesitantly.
"I don't know why you seem surprised, if you did the same thing."
I was shocked by what he said, yet I know it's true. Then I remembered what had caused all of this and raised the tip of my knife to his neck. I was overtaken by anger.
"You son of a bitch, you ruined my life!" I pushed my knife slightly to pierce his skin; a tiny stream of blood seeping from the wound. He lifted his hand cautiously to grab the blade, pushing it away from his throat.
"Do we really have to go through this again?" he asked, seeming a bit annoyed. I didn't say a word; I just glared at him.
"Now, I'm going to ask you again. You comin' with me or not?" I looked down, trying to decide.
"Look I don't have all day. You know they'll come back to arrest your ass." He's right, my options are limited. I could either try to survive independently, in the freezing cold, with no experience and die; or follow a psychopath killer and see how far I get in life, or what has become of my life. The first option doesn't sound appealing to me, so…
I sighed, and looked at him.
"Fine, where we off to?"
He grinned.
"Wherever the road takes us." he said confidently. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the fact that I made a terrible decision. But, something's telling me that I should follow him, that my purpose may lie ahead. Besides my life is already fucked up, so I have nothing to lose.
I looked behind me, at my house. I considered going back to look for Caroline's body, to say my last goodbye. But…no, I'm too ashamed to even be in her presence after what I did. I felt tears wanting to escape from the corners of my eyes, but I held them back, not wanting Jeff to see me like this. He ran back to the ambulance back doors, kicking out the corpses of his latest victims and closed the doors. I slid my knife back into my belt, and stood up, and proceeded to limp slowly toward the ambulance. Jeff quickly glanced at me and reopened the ambulance back doors. What the hell is he doing now!?
He jumped in, and it was then I heard him searching for something. He then jumped out of the vehicle, walked towards me and stood behind me.
"What are you do-" He suddenly scooped me up in his arms, carrying me to the passenger seat.
"You know I can walk, I don't need help", I grumbled.
"Well, to me it seemed you were walking at a slow pace, and like I said, I don't have all day." he replied, seeming to lose his patience. He then released me and placed me in the passenger seat, ran back to close the back doors again and hopped in the driver seat. He reached into his sweatshirt pocket and took out some bandages and a small bottle labeled 'Isopropyl Alcohol' and handed them to me.
"Use this- wouldn't want you to pass out on me." he said as he started the vehicle. I stared at him, confused at why a murderer would help me. Heh, the irony. Well, whatever, just go along with it Jackie.
I first treated my ankle; poured alcohol on it, which made me grimace. I wrapped it up in bandages, and then wiped off some of the blood off my face. I'll treat my shoulder later, I can't reach it now…
I laid my head back against the seat, looking at the dark road lying ahead of me as we pulled off…
Me: So there you have it guys, Be back with Chapter 5 hopefully, because I usually upload on the weekends, so yeah...
Jeff: And leave those reviews!
Me: Yeah, thanks for the reminder; please leave a comment on the story and then I'll be back with Chapter 5 in a week! This is FicLoverSmiles and Jeff the Killer, out!