Chapter Fifty
The Catalyst
"Are you sure you'll be okay getting home?" Anthony asked Sally as she put her shoes on in his hallway, next to his front door. "What if Jessie stops you on your way and wants to talk…or God forbid, Jeff finds you and wants to talk…"
Sally paused for a minute, but continued making sure her laces were securely tightened, keeping a straight face. She knew that she would be meeting Jeff and Jessie later, so they both had no reason to go after her during the rest of the day until they actually met up, although Anthony didn't know that. She tried so hard to keep quiet about it, but it was proving difficult. Anthony was one of her closest friends and she'd never had to hide anything from him before and something as big as her meeting their best friend and her murderous boyfriend alone after she had just confessed to being a killer was a tricky place for her to start lying to him about things. Plus, Jessie's confession the night before was all Anthony could talk about – understandably – so it became all Sally could think about, making it harder to not mention her meeting with the two killers later in front of him. She wasn't in the best of positions.
For the whole day, they had sat in Anthony's room discussing what they wanted to do about the situation without coming to a conclusion that they could both agree on. Anthony wanted to try and ask Jessie to leave Jeff and get out of this terrifying mess that she had fallen into, hoping that she would listen to him and they could all get on with their lives somehow – he kept stating that they could make it work and to give the idea a chance. Sally knew that this wasn't realistic. There was no way they could move on with their lives when Jessie had killed others – especially Lavinne and Ann-Ann. Sally would never be able to forgive her for that and she would never look at her the same way again, even if they did go with what Anthony wanted.
Not only that, but Jessie's parents were now dead; she wouldn't be able to live in her house without their contributions to the bills and her living expenses. She would either have to quit school and get a permanent job – not that this would allow her to be able to afford for her to keep living in the house that she was living in right now – or she would have to live with a foster family. Anthony claimed that if the need occurred, he would convince his parents to adopt her since they both liked her and thought that she was a good friend for Anthony to have around, but Sally knew that his parents wouldn't be too keen on having Anthony living in the same house with a girl or to take responsibility for another teenagers life. They weren't exactly pleased with Sally staying there – and that was only for one night.
There was no way that they would be able to go back to the way things were before.
"I'll be fine, Anthony." She glanced at him with a blank expression. "You're the one I'd worry about. You live right next door to her."
This was right. She was sure that Anthony didn't get a message like hers from Jessie, telling him to meet with her later that day. Anthony was a pretty open book to Sally and she would've known if there was something conflicting him – other than what wasn't already conflicting him. If anyone was at risk of being attacked, it was him.
"I won't go over there until we've figured out what to do. That's the best option right now. I won't try and call her either."
Sally nodded in response.
"You make sure that you do that same, okay?" He said. Sally jolted. "If I can't call the police or even talk to her until we've decided what to do, you shouldn't either."
Sally's heart rate began to increase slightly and her face became tense. There had never been a moment in their friendship that she'd had to lie to Anthony or even Jessie before all of these events to do with Jeff the Killer occurred, and it felt awful to have to go ahead and begin this descend into a whirlpool of deceit and misleading information. A part of her mind was screaming at her and telling her to let Anthony know what was happening. It was telling her that maybe he could help her so she wouldn't have to go through the meeting alone. Maybe that would be better for her and Jessie could just deal with the fact that she let Anthony know, even though she asked her not to.
However, she chose to ignore that part of her brain.
"Yeah. I won't." She simply replied with.
Anthony suddenly smirked loudly, causing Sally to glance up at him. Before she could ask what he was smirking about, he began to rustle her hair lightly, moving his fingers around her curly, brunette hair; her sapphire eyes glanced up at him once again and saw a smile without meaning on his face. His glasses only slightly covered up his ocean-like, lost, melancholy eyes which was contrasted with his illusionary beam of a smile. Sally's face nearly crumbled at this sight.
"Maybe…" He began. "Maybe…we should just give up any hope…of saving her and just…let her go…"
Sally couldn't believe what she was hearing. Anthony was actually giving up on Jessie. He had spent the whole night – and their whole friendship – protecting Jessie and making sure that everyone knew that no matter what, he would be on her side and defend her honour, but now he was giving up and practically handing her over to Jeff the Killer? That didn't sound like the nerdy, protective friend that she had always known and come to think of as a brother.
Sally couldn't take this. Hastily, she grabbed her distressed classmate and pulled him into her, gripping him as tightly as her small body could manage; all of her efforts were put into holding back her tears and trying to prevent herself from bursting out into hysteric bawling in front of him; she didn't think she could handle anymore crying or else she would develop a migraine. Anthony was slightly surprised by this sudden outburst and simply glanced down at her with wonder.
Once Sally was finished with her hug, she pulled away, wiped a tear that she had accidently let slip and tried her hardest to smile at her friend, however this wasn't a false smile like the one that Anthony had pulled a moment ago. This smile was a genuine one that was made in the hopes that Anthony would stop making the face that he was making and show Sally the calm, collected face of her near and dear fellow gamer and give her mind at least a tiny amount of peace.
"Don't worry, Anthony…" She beamed once more. "Everything will be okay…"
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Night had fallen and Sally was back at her house, preparing herself for her first independent meeting with Jeff and Jessie. She tied her long, brown curls back into a tight bun, knowing that when you try to run away from them – like zombies – murderers try and grab and hold onto any part of you that they can, hoping to pull you back to them so they can kill you; she may have a small amount of trust for her friend left, but she had absolutely none for Jeff. She had no idea what he could pull while they were talking together and she might need to make a quick escape. After all, they were going to be in a secluded location and Jeff isn't exactly known for sparing people's lives in secure locations.
Quickly, the female gamer pictured her school and planned out her entrance into the building. Jumping the fence outside of the school would be easy for Sally since she was athletic and had done it many times before when she skipped some of her classes to pick up new games she wanted on their release dates – she was convinced that the zombie apocalypse would happen at some point and she needed to be ready to be able to run away and hide for when it did – but there was the matter of getting inside of the actual building. There was a door around the back of the school that was always unlocked due to a problem with the locking mechanism of it – Sally thanked the Lord that she went to a public school with a low budget – which would mean entrance into the building would be easy, but getting to the roof might not be such a cake walk. There was a door that led to a staircase that led to the roof at the end of the hallway on the top floor, but Sally had no idea whether the janitor locked it at night or not.
Even if he didn't constantly lock it, she could bring a pen-knife with her just in case. Sally was pretty good at being able to pick-locks because of her older brother teaching her how to – she wasn't going to question how he knew how to do it and she didn't really care. Luckily and conveniently, she had her own pen-knife. Her father gave it to her a year ago when they went fishing together – which she really didn't want to do and actually spent most of the time at the lake texting Jessie for entertainment – and he told her to 'use it well'. She assumed that he meant for fishing, like she was going to take it up as an actual hobby or something, but she hasn't used it since then and hadn't planned to either.
She moved towards her wooden chest of draws and began to dig through it, moving her various game boxes and mini-collectable toys of Marvel characters out of her line of sight. Eventually, she found the knife at the back of the draw and pulled it out, examining it closely.
The outside of it was sparkling a bright, ruby red with silver around the edges; it looked as if Sally hadn't even touched it once since receiving it from her father. Not a single finger-print could be seen on it at all. Swiftly, Sally flipped it and the sharp blade came flying out of the handle. The blade was slightly curved and quite slim; Sally suddenly remembered when she watched her father gut the fishes that they caught – or more accurately, he caught – after their fishing trip, just before he washed it and gave it to her. He made it look so easy when he slid the blade almost gracefully into the stomachs of those unfortunate fish and pulled out their pulsing, rosy pink insides.
"Good zombie apocalypse weapon, huh?" Sally laughed to herself. "This thing could probably dig right into a human skull. Good weapon…"
All of a sudden, Sally thought of the image of Jeff and Jessie killing together. Jeff's signature weapon was a kitchen knife and there was no doubt that Jessie used the same weapon when killing her victims; knowing her, she would go with what her 'teacher' knew instead of trying something different for herself just to be safe. She probably dug into Lavinne and Ann-Ann with a knife too. Over and over and over again.
Slowly and mechanically, the school-girl put the blade away and placed the pen-knife in her pocket as she turned towards her desk and leaned her palm on it. Her fists clenched and her face tensed.
"I might actually need it…for more than opening the lock…huh?"
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The lock to the roof had already been unlocked. In fact, the whole door had been torn apart by the time Sally had gotten there; she just stared at the decimated door with a straight face and sighed. It was immediately clear that Jeff and Jessie had already arrived and were waiting for her on the roof; Jessie didn't have the body-strength to be able to manage to destroy a whole door, so Jeff must've been the one to pull that off. He didn't look like someone who could destroy a whole door considering how skinny he seemed in his hoody, but considering her best friend who she thought she knew better than anyone – except for Anthony of course – had just come out and told her that she had killed before, she couldn't afford to judge any books by their covers, especially Jeff.
She had tensed when faced with the reality of the situation. This might be a meeting that she might come back from. She wasn't naïve enough to think that there wasn't a chance of her dying that night on her school roof, but she prayed and hoped that her death wasn't going to be the result of this talk. Her family didn't even know she had left the house – she hadn't told them since she knew that they wouldn't let her out of the house at night, especially since she had just spent the night at a boy's house and since Jeff the Killer was on the loose in the city – so she hadn't gotten the chance to say goodbye to them before she left. If she died tonight, then she would die without bidding farewell to her family as she should.
Swiftly, she shook her head and tried not to think about dying. Her mind had to be set on speaking with Jessie, getting all the information she could out of her and then deciding whether to try and save her from Jeff by offering a chance for her to run away with her and Anthony, or to leave her to run away and escape the meeting with her life intact. That was all she needed to do and that was all she needed to concentrate on for now.
The hesitant girl couldn't help but clutch the knife in her pocket and become tense before cautiously heading towards the top of the building. The steps were louder than they had been when she had been sneaking into the school; when Sally was paranoid, any noise she made sounded as if a giant were making them, however walking up these stairs was taking that to a whole new level. She felt as if she was stomping on the stairs as she moved up them even though her feet were as elegant and light as feathers; she also tried to stay cautious about the darkness surrounding her.
Visions of Jeff popping out of the dark and attacking her right there and then kept making their way into her mind, but she quickly discarded them when they did. This wasn't the time for hypotheticals or 'what ifs', this was the time to be attentive and fast thinking for the real emergencies.
Sally reached the top of the staircase and noticed that the door to the roof was shut. Her heart-beat started to increase when she reached for the handle and turned it; once the door was open, she immediately saw Jeff and Jessie. The two of them turned around as soon as they sensed another presence on the roof; Jessie pulled one of her pitifully fake smiles and Jeff's expression didn't change from the straight-faced expression that he had a moment ago – although Sally was finding his permanent smile slightly creepy in the moonlight.
The nervous teen moved through the doorway with a slight reluctance in her step, not even attempting to replicate Jessie's unreal smile. The sight of Jeff and Jessie together and the knowledge that they had both taken many lives had eradicated all of her tolerance and patience and reminded her that this wasn't a casual visit to see her friend and her boyfriend. This was business.
It was ironic to Sally. The day that Jessie got a boyfriend was something that she had been looking forward to for a long time; she had images of her meeting him and giving him a hard time, but eventually growing a bond with him and letting him know whether she thought he was good enough for Jessie or not. If the boyfriend turned out to be Anthony – which she hoped it would – she would just follow them around and hope that everything stayed the same between the trios. Although, now that Jessie had gotten a boyfriend, she wasn't excited or happy for her at all. In fact, she was going to try everything she could to get Jessie away from him.
"Sally…" Jessie placed her hands behind her back innocently, keeping her smile going. "Thanks for turning up."
Sally averted her eyes to the concrete beneath them all. "It's not like I really had a choice, did I?"
Her eyes were suddenly drawn to Jeff. She hadn't ever known anyone as famous as he was before and the experience was strange; she didn't feel too nervous around him, even if she didn't feel slightly suspicious of him. She could tell that the feeling wasn't going to go away anytime soon either.
"I guess the door downstairs was your doing?" She asked in an almost sarcastic tone. Jeff seemed like he had been taken aback by the fact that Sally was actually speaking to him; he was convinced that she would only talk with Jessie through this whole endeavour. He hadn't prepared for this and he didn't know how to respond.
"Uh…y-yeah?" He stuttered.
Jessie intervened. "Jeff doesn't do well with picking locks when he's under pressure."
"You were the one who wanted to get here an hour early and started rushing me." Jeff responded, crossing his arms. Jessie turned back for a moment, making fists with her hands.
"I told you that I wanted to make sure we were here to prepare for what we wanted to say, but what do you do? You go and make us late because you feel like cooking up some fish 'n chips, which you end up nearly burning anyway!"
"Hey! I've been here for weeks now and I haven't had a chance to try any British food! It's not my fault I don't know how to cook it! I'm American!" Jeff rotated his body away from his lover. "And by the way, you Brits don't know anything about cooking. That bland crap was enough to make me wanna throw up."
Jessie wondered over to her boyfriend and grabbed his ear, causing him to release a noise of irritation; once he was aware of what she was doing, she stretched his ear outwards, causing him to now cry out in pain.
"What was that?" She asked in a threatening, but humorous tone.
Sally just stared at this playful argument in front of her, surprised by the relaxed tone of this meeting; she was absolutely sure when she agreed to meet with Jessie and Jeff the Killer that the experience would be tense and almost dangerous or life-threatening, but the two killers were acting like an ordinary couple having a tiny spat during a normal get-together. Nothing could have prepared her for this. It almost disgusted her how calm and happy-go-lucky the two teens in front of her were. After everything they had both told her that morning, she couldn't get her head around why they weren't treating the situation like what it was – serious.
If only Jeff had been a normal person. She could tell that they made a cute couple, but she couldn't condone their relationship and she wished so much that she could. She wanted the experience of getting to know Jessie's boyfriend so desperately, but she knew that it wouldn't happen, and that almost made her heart break.
Jessie noticed Sally's stern face and stopped her playing with Jeff's ear. She realised that Sally wouldn't be used to the way her and Jeff acted around each other and that she must've not been used to the idea that they were an actual couple yet. The playful antics needed to stop and she needed to let everything sink in before she acted like a happily married woman – which is how she felt after the morning she's had with Jeff.
Swiftly, she turned to face her friend and said "Sorry, we just act like that sometimes." Sally didn't respond. "We should probably get started, huh?"
Jeff just stood back rubbing his injured ear. He wasn't going to intervene with this discussion. His brain told him that it would've been best for Jessie to explain everything to Sally herself; he told her before they got to the school that he would only get involved in the talk if Sally directly spoke to him or asked her a question that he knew she couldn't answer. If that didn't happen, then for now it was all up to his protégé.
"Well…I don't really know where to start…" Jessie mumbled.
"You could start with why you did what you did." Sally stated simply, not emotion in her voice.
Jessie jolted at the bluntness of her statement, but did what she was requested to do.
"Right…" The killer placed her hands in her jean pockets and began. "So…we already explained to you and Anthony about why I've become like this. I'm like Jeff."
"I didn't really get that part." Sally stated. "What are you guys implying? Are you trying to say that Jeff isn't human or something?"
"I-I can't really explain it. I don't really know myself."
"Well?" Sally turned to Jeff now. He sighed, realising that he was going to have to be involved with the conversation much earlier than expected. Sally was intent on making him contribute and he didn't like that, but had to comply.
"I'm…human but I'm not a normal human." Sally smirked, as if to say that she could see that already. "I have an instinct to kill. It's in my blood and I couldn't stop it even if I tried. I'm human but…I know for a fact that some of the guys that I live with back in America aren't."
"What do you mean by that?" Sally asked.
"Oh." Jessie joined back in, almost proud that she knew the answer to Sally's question. "Some of Jeff's friends are pretty cool. There's one called BEN who can transport himself and other people into his computer. It's awesome. I actually went into my own laptop and talked to him – a couple of times in fact."
"Wait." Sally held her hands up, signally for Jessie to stop talking for a moment. "You're telling me that Jeff and his friends are all a bunch of killing-crazy…entities or something and, what? You've become one of them all of a sudden?"
"Well, I've always been one. It's just that when I met Jeff, the killer inside me was awoken." Jessie placed her clutched hand onto her chest. "I started wanting to kill people…hurt them…and just plainly tear them apart. It started with John and escalated to other people…"
"And this was before he raped you?"
Jessie flinched. "Y…Yes…"
"So, why didn't you kill him before he did it?"
Jessie looked up at her friend, shocked at the question. "How could I? I didn't want to be like this…I wasn't ready to give in to whatever it was trying to make me kill people. I'm still human after all…"
"That's right." Jeff placed his bent arm on Jessie's shoulder, leaning on her like she was a shelf. "I had to push and push her to actually kill John, even after he raped her. She didn't want to do it. She wasn't like me when I awoke as a killer…she actually still had her humanity."
"But…" Sally started. "Why kill your parents…or Lavinne and Ann-Ann?"
The female killer stared at the floor as Jeff released her from his grip.
"I…After I killed John, I knew that I couldn't stay here…in Oxford. Jeff's place was the perfect place to be…I could be with other people like myself and stay with Jeff forever, not worrying about the consequences of what I did…but they have a kind of initiation that you have to go through before you can stay there."
"And what's that?"
"To…" Jessie was reluctant to answer her friend, but she knew she had to. She almost forced the words out of her mouth. "To kill…everyone close to me…"
"W-WHAT?" Sally snapped.
"It's just so that no one finds the area that they all live in…" With all her might, Jessie attempted to be calm despite Sally's understandable reaction to her words. "If I left, even if my Mum and Dad weren't smart enough or cared enough about me to find out where I went, I know that you and Anthony would try your hardest to locate me…and that just couldn't happen…"
"Wait…" Sally took a small step backwards. "So…you're saying that…you need to kill…everyone…? Even…even…me and A-Anthony?"
The killer glanced up at her friends face. Sally had become as white as Jeff and her whole body was trembling; now that she had figured out Jessie's intentions, she couldn't control herself and was so surprised and disgusted that she was prepared to vomit all over the roof that they all stood on.
"Yes…"
Sally's eyes began to fill with water as her expression changed rapidly from shock to anger in a flash; her fists were clenched and she leaned forward, about to yell at the ground.
"YOU IDIOT!" Jessie jumped backwards. "How could you?! Is it really worth it?! Is it really worth being with Jeff to kill everyone you know?! Is it really worth living like a monster for?! Is it?! HUH?! IS IT, JESSIE?!"
Sally stared up now, her tears falling as great speed to the floor. "What about Anthony and me?! We actually give a shit about you, you know?! We're more of a family than your actual family ever were to you! We love you, Jessie and what do you do?! Plan to kill us as if we don't matter! Is that how you see us?! As unimportant to you as…as…as John was to you?!"
"No!" Jessie held her hand out and took a step forward, but not close enough to actually touch Sally; tears were also falling down her face now, but more slowly than Sally's. "I-I love you guys too! I do! But I can't stay here after what I've done! The police are gonna find out what happened and then…and then I won't be with you guys anymore, or even with Jeff! You have to understand!"
"I DON'T!" Snapped the gamer. "I don't understand at all! You can't go with that guy!" She pointed in Jeff's direction with complete contempt. "He's corrupted you enough as it is!"
"Killing John was my decision! Not Jeff's!"
"That's what you think! But if it wasn't for you meeting Jeff then you wouldn't have ever killed John, would you?!"
"No! I would've been raped by him and done nothing about it!" Jessie desperately stumbled. "There would've been no justice served! You know me! I wouldn't have gone to the police about it and there was no way that you or Anthony would've either if I asked you not to! You proved that to me when it all happened before! You have to understand, Sally!"
"Like I said before, I don't! Killing John was one thing because of what he did to you, but killing your parents or friends isn't the same!"
"I have to get out of here!" The killer was beginning to run out of dialogue. Her speech was actually beginning to sound ridiculous even to her; the only way for Sally to understand would be for her to go through all of the things that she went through and suffered as she had suffered, but she would never wish that upon her friend. "I have to leave…"
"No…you don't…"
Sally's voice was a lot calmer now. This surprised Jessie and made all of her focus fixate on her friend across form her and Jeff. Her eyes widened when she realised that Sally's expression had completely changed. Tears were still falling down her blushed and petite face as she expected, but underneath the waterfall on her face and the sorrow on her eyes, a smile was planted. Some light had come back into her face and she seemed almost completely relaxed, as opposed to a second ago when she was screaming and crying at Jessie.
"You don't have to leave…" She held her hand out to Jessie, the smile still on her face. "We can run away…"
Jessie gaped, astonished. "W…What?"
Jeff followed in his girlfriend's lead and stood in shock. This same thing had happened when Jessie had killed Ann-Ann and Lavinne; they had both told her that she hadn't needed to do all of this and that they would help her through all of it – he remembered her telling him about it the night it had happened – but Jessie had broken down and given into her fears of separation from Jeff and what would happen to her if people had found out about what she had done to John and killed them anyway. He stood firmly, awaiting the outcome of this display.
"You, me and Anthony if he wants to…we can run away together. Get away from Oxford and make it on our own somehow…I know we can if we put our minds to it." Her smile became sweeter now. "We can get away from here and deal with this 'need to kill' of yours by ourselves…"
Jessie's tears became more rapid. She knew that wasn't possible.
"We can't…" She muttered. "We can't do that, Sal. Do you really think that we could get away from all of this? And what about school? Money? Your families?"
"We can make it work…Don't worry about the details…our families will understand…I'd rather that you were safe and sound with us than all the way in America, where we couldn't see you…"
Jeff became suspicious. Sally knew that if Jessie moved to America, she would have to kill her and Anthony, so that could've been whys she was mentioning all of this stuff about running away and escaping; she could've just wanted to live selfishly and was trying to beg for her own life in a cleaver way. He hoped that Jessie's friends were better than that, but he couldn't be too sure. He glared at her with caution.
"Why…?" Jessie sobbed. "Why would you got through all this trouble for me after…after what I've done? After what I wanna do…?"
Sally made her next statement clear and precise.
"Because we're friends, dummy."
Jessie became numb. Sally had always been the one to defend her, the one who had comforted her – when Jessie allowed her to – and the one who had kept her safe mentally, emotionally and sometimes physically, but now she was the one who made her feel guilty.
She had gone too far to stop now. She needed to get to America as soon as possible and be with Jeff and just get out of Oxford as fast as she could. She knew that better than anyone else and yet, her feet moved by themselves.
She wondered over to her friend, ignoring her hand and pulling her in for a tight hug, still crying quietly; Sally was shocked by the embrace at first, but eventually gave into it, smiled and then closed her eyes as she used one of her arms to hold her upset friend. The one thing she couldn't get over was the fact that Jessie had actually held her, despite her assumption that Jessie would try and keep away from her during the meeting because of the trust issues that would've come with the talk. This sign of affection created a warm feeling in her stomach that forced her face to have a joyful expression on it.
"Jessie…" Jeff mumbled as he stood away from this display.
He had just realised what he was doing. Jessie, Anthony and Sally had been friends for a long time and had stuck through thick and thin together and had remained friends through all of it; they were the only people in Jessie's life who were always there for her whenever she needed them and who actually cared enough for her to constantly take care of and defend her when trouble arose. If Jeff had grown up with Jessie – like Anthony had – then he would've done everything that Anthony had done for her up until that point, but he was taking them away from her. Despite himself thinking that he was doing the right thing by taking her away, he was taking her away from the few people in the world that cared about her as much as he did, maybe even more.
He slumped at the realisation and didn't intervene with this display of affection. He simply put his hands on his hips and observed.
Jessie's crying became slightly louder; she felt as if she were a child crying to her mother about seeing a scary monster in her closest that later turned out to be a shadow – something that she had never gotten the privilege of experiencing and could only imagine – but she didn't care how immature or embarrassing she looked. Sally had seen her in a state similar to this before. When she's had that disagreement with Anthony, she had cried to Sally in a similar fashion and her friend had done what she always did; she had allowed Jessie to let it all out and to cry to her hearts content.
She didn't know if she was crying because of guilt, because she was upset over their talk or because she just needed to have a good cry, but she appreciated Sally's comfort and wished that she and her friend would never have to say goodbye. Even though she knew that eventually – and soon considering hers and Jeff's time limit – she would have to murder the friend holding her, she wanted to create the illusion that they really could run away together with Anthony and just escape their problems.
She wished so hard that she could be with Sally and Anthony forever. If only there were a way that she could have both them and Jeff.
Sally patted her head with her one hand holding her. "Shhhh…it's okay, Jessie." Her free had slipped slyly into her pocket, but not slyly enough for Jeff to miss the action. "It'll all be okay now…"
Her blade shined as it existed her pocket and she flicked the blade into place, gripping the handle as tightly as she could. Jeff responded straight away; he ran over to the two girls as fast as he could and held his hand out in shock.
"JESSIE!"
Jessie flinched and stopped crying for a moment, wondering what Jeff was yelling about and why he was interrupting her moment with Sally; as she glanced around, her eyes caught sight of the blade and they became wide yet again from shock.
"S…Sally…?"
SLASH
