A/N

Just a quick heads up, his story part has a lot of dialogue. You have been warned.

Part 2: Incoherent Ramblings from a Deranged Psycho

My stomach jumped into my throat – that thing was talking to me.

"Quiet!" spat the guard at… Jeff. "You're not allowed to talk to anyone, got that?"

"Hmm, that depends. Can I talk to you?" Jeff queried.

"No."

"That guy?" he asked, nodding to a random prisoner.

"No."

"Him?"

"No."

"What about that guy over there?"

"No!"

"Baldy over there?"

"I said no!"

"Not even to the guy trying to swallow a handful of toilet paper?"

"N—… No… now shut up!"

"Ssssssshhhh," Jeff whispered. "I'm not supposed to talk to you!" The guard growled and stormed off down the hall, followed by the others after they locked the killer's cell. Jeff went into hysterics, laughing and cackling until he ran out of breath. The entire compound echoed with silence.

Not wanting to see his face any longer, I lied down on my bunk and rolled over to face the wall. However, that did not relieve the feeling slowly washing over me. It was the feeling of a million tiny pins stabbing my consciousness. I tossed and turned, hoping I could lose it in sleep. Then a sudden realization stopped all of my movements.

Was he staring at me?

A little shuffling across the hall nearly made me leap out of my skin. That thing stood at the far right corner of his cell near the bars – as close as he could get to me. That's when he started.

It began as barely audible; just a slight echo above the silence. If I wasn't shaken by his presence, I never would have noticed it. My hearing elevated by fear, caught it amidst the constant hum of electricity flowing through the building. I could not make out what it was – until it grew in volume. This time, I heard him mumbling rapidly, giggling all the while. The words jumbled together and still sounded just above a whisper, however. What the heck was he saying?

Curiosity got the best of me once again as I stood up as quietly as possible and moved towards the bars. He faced away from his bars, sitting in the exact corner that I guessed. While he mumbled, he faced away from me. I caught a few words when his volume increased slightly again.

"… Close… so close to… beautiful… heheheh… gotta find—" he burst out laughing. "—going to kill him, make him… won't get away, not this time… make him pay… all of them… one left."

I couldn't take this anymore.

"Hey, you," I yelled. "Shut it!" At first, I was relieved when he quieted. But a moment later, I realized that I really, really shouldn't have done that. Slowly, the thing turned its head towards me, grinning that permanent grin. His beaming only grew when his eyes locked with mine – if that was even possible.

"What's your name?" He breathed with an uneven voice. I took a step back away from the bars. "I'm looking for someone."

"Yeah," I took another step back. "I heard. You're gonna kill him." Jeff went into more hysterics as if I just told him the funniest joke on the face of the earth.

"No, no, no, no, no," he cackled. "Not just kill him. I need him for a family reunion." By this point, I had no idea why I was still talking to him. A part of me – the child inside, I guess – wanted to know what was going on. The police obviously weren't telling us everything that went on at his crime scenes, and this was my best chance of finally being able to understand.

"Your family?" I asked. After asking that, I don't know what scares me more: Jeff happy and delusional or Jeff furious. I made him furious. He twisted his body to face me the best he could with his straight jacket on. His expression was that of anger and rage; his seemingly eternal smile replaced with gritted teeth and fire-filled eyes. What had I done?

"Don't," growled Jeff, "ever insult my brother like that. That thing I'm looking for could never be related to him!" I raised my hands in apology.

"Hey, I didn't mean to offend your brother. I'm just trying to understand." Jeff mulled over my words for a moment while his eyes lingered on me. If you can imagine the feeling of being covered with thousands of tiny spiders, that is what I felt from his stare.

"Whatever…" I mumbled, lying back down on my bunk. "I'm going to sleep."

"Not yet…" he giggled to me as I fell out of consciousness. "But soon…"