A/N: Wow, this story is doing better than I thought it would. I didn't think anyone would like the way I write psycho Jeff. In my opinion, this is the way he was meant to be. I love it. At work last night, I went on this huge rant about how amazing Jeff is. And then the guys who didn't like Jeff told me that Cody looks like he got hit in the face with a brick. Yeah, that did shut me up about Jeff. I had to defend Cody.
Jeff's POV
The body...the body...I need to dispose of the body. I'll put Trent with his old friends.
It's not that big of a deal, really. Trent was the big boy on campus around here. Everyone feared him, but they feared him out of hate. He was quite the douchebag. Besides, nobody else is going to take charge around here. I was feared second after Trent since I'm the craziest son of a bitch they've ever seen in their lives. No one else here at Arkham has killed another person, let alone doing anything on film like that. They may have come close, but nobody tops Jeff Hardy. Not anymore.
No one is better than I am.
I am going to take over Arkham, and I will make Courtney my queen. She is quite lovely, in that smart kind of way. And if she tells anybody, I'll resort to the Victorian way of doing things.
Off with her head.
And I'll personally do it, and I'll enjoy every moment of slicing her neck.
Jeff pulled the knife away from Courtney, much to her relief. She now noticed that under his straight jacket, he was wearing street clothes: black sneakers, blue jeans, and white t-shirt. He placed the knife in his pocket so the handle was still sticking out for easy access.
"Stay here," he snarled, licking his lips as he bored into Courtney's eyes.
Jeff skipped over to Trent's body. He flipped him over so he was face down and dragged him out of the room by his feet, leaving a trail of blood on the concrete ground as he went on.
Courtney let out a sigh of relief as she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. The psycho was out of her sight...
For now.
If she was smart, she would run. She would warn as many people as she could. Surely, there had to be other workers doing their jobs. She would warn them about Jeff and how he was a murderous bastard.
She scuttled over to the table and grabbed her notepad. Under her earlier note, she scribbled something else.
Insane? Yes. Criminal? Yes. Just killed another man. Fulfilled Trent's request. Work here is done.
"YOU!" Jeff screamed, poking his head back into the room. Courtney snapped her notepad shut and looked up to see Jeff, now with blood on his mouth. "Schnookums, could you come with me? I have something to show you."
November 15th, 2008
I can't leave. I can't believe he's done this.
He's confined me to his old cell. He's taken over the whole asylum. He's treating the workers like slaves. He has crowned himself the king of Arkham, and the patients are his subjects.
And what am I? I'm not quite sure. One moment, he told me that I would be his queen. The next moment, I'm scrubbing his shoes.
I don't think I can ever physically speak about what he did with Trent's body. He carried it down a long hallway and opened a huge safe door, not unlike ones seen at a bank. And what was inside was the scariest thing I've ever seen.
He called it "The Dollhouse."
Inside the Dollhouse were a bunch of other unfortunate souls that ended up just like Trent before him. There had to be at least three dozen other dead bodies in there. Jeff explained that they were all his doing.
The scariest part? Jeff's only been here two weeks.
No wonder they were so eager to hire people...And no wonder no one applied but me.
I'm next. I know it.
Either way, I'm done. If I manage to escape, of course I'm going to turn him in. But the thing is, Jeff said that if I ever tell anyone what I saw here, he'll personally kill me in the worst way he knows how.
The way Trent died was pretty horrible. I don't want to know what's worse than that.
And if I don't escape, there's only a limited amount of time before Jeff decides that I'm not needed anymore. He'll dispose of me like yesterday's garbage.