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The Bloody End Chapter 34

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The Unknown

Jeff's POV

Regret. Remorse. Sorrow. Guilt.

Four words. These four words have meant nothing to me. Ever. If anyone where to ask me if I ever felt remorse for what I have done in my life, if I were to have a guilty conscience for the people I kill, the lives I take, the families I rip a part, well, they'd be in for a nasty surprise. I don't feel any of those things. I'm nothing but an empty shell and have been that way so damn long. The moment I was attacked by those three bastards at that party years ago. The moment I felt the fire burn my skin, those flames also burned away my innocence. My childhood. My sanity. It destroyed the shackles that held me back and the ropes that kept be bound and unable to be who I really was on the inside.

I became free.

My weaker self was left in the dark and the person I was born to be broke loose and now here I am.

What I do, is not a job. It's not a hobby. It's not even just something I do out of boredom. For me, it's a way of life. It's how I live. I slash. I slaughter. I slice. And out of it I always get bloody satisfaction. As I currently stand over the lifeless corpse below me, I instantly feel this warm, soothing yet tingly sensation creep up inside me. As I impale his body one last time and see the blood ooze out of the wound, I get this rush. I want more. I want to see more. I want to kill. I have to kill.

I NEED to kill.

I need to...put them to sleep.

It's not long before I have another victim submitted to my brutal slaying. I dont know who she was. She was young. Mid 20's? Quite pretty. Such a shame. Such a shame she crossed my path. Such a waste of a young, fresh life.

Oh fucking well.

As I gaze down upon her lifeless face, something about that dark hair and lifeless, yet bright blue eyes sparks something in my head. She reminds me of someone. Well I don't need to be a genius to work out who she reminds me of. It's funny. If the eyes were just a different colour, a slightly different shade, I'd be reminded of that Yuna bitch all of again and I know how much the rage would take over me, just like it always does when I am reminded of HER.

But instead of green, the eyes are blue and there's another girl who I've known a long time who's eyes I've looked into many, many times. Eyes that are generally filled with unknown fear, but also an unreadable emotion and undeniable wonder. Eyes that I can't help but just stare into, her mind and mentality becoming a puzzle I try to solve.

She's...different. She's different from anyone I've ever come across. She's different from them all.

I find myself walking to her house as my mind wanders, cleaning the knife against my hoodie, whistling boldly. Like I care if anyone sees me. Just more bodies to add to my list.

I come across the tall building, knowing exactly where to go and how to get there. It's become so easy, it's like a second nature to me now. Fuck a ladder when the house has a perfectly good, secure drainpipe. The room is dark as I peer inside the window, noticing instantly it's been left open. Especially for me. She knows I'm coming. She always knows.

Is she asleep? Let's find out.

Second to my slaughtering, a skill or talent of mine is how stealthy I am. Hell, to be like me, being silent, stealthy and able to creep around is a MUST. I've done it for so god damn long I am an expert. So many windows I've climbed in. So many houses I've sneaked around. So many places I've stayed hidden. Under beds. Closest. Even dark shadows. It really always depends how observant the victim actually is to spot me.

I hear a soft breathing close by me. She is definitely asleep but from past experience I know she won't be for long. A nightmare will waken her. Or she somehow senses my presence. Every time. But she won't get scared like everyone else. She won't scream. She wont lash out. She won't turn into a snively little coward. No, no. She has never been that way. She proved me wrong when I first met her. She showed me she wasn't like any of those little worthless so-called "human beings" out there. As I said. She is different.

Laura has always been different.

I fix my unblinking eyes on to her, watching and studying her body language as she sleeps. She keeps twitching and her eyebrows are knitted together, almost a scowl on her face. Nightmare for sure. It's amusing to watch really. I cant help but just stare as she twitches, occasionally lashing out slightly. As she moves a round a lock of her dark hair, a similar shade to mine I might add, falls down and covers her face. I frown at this, as it shields the view.

Reaching out I quickly push the lock of hair back over her head, letting it set back in it's place and I just let my hand gently lay there for a minute, resting in her soft hair. What is it with her? What is it about her that does this to me? I have never felt these emotions and feelings with any victim. With any person. I don't know what these feelings are and it makes me so agitated to realise I don't have a clue what I'm feeling. The closer I get to her, the stronger these feelings get. Actually touching her right now, the feeling in my chest is stronger than ever. It's literally starting to hurt. My black heart is beating so fast for some reason. It's like she has this sort of spell or aura that consumes me!

I don't like it!

I quickly remove my hand from hair and I grab my knife out my pocket. I hold it above her chest, the sharp point aimed right above her heart. She makes a sound and I gently shush her.

"Stay asleep...."

A simple blow and its all over. I'd never have to think of her again. I'd never have to experience these strange, unnatural feelings ever again. I could be back to normal, back to being me, let the ghosts rest and never allow them to haunt me ever again.

No regrets.

Not a single one.

...

But.

I can't.

I can't do it.

I've admitted it. I've admitted it to myself. I've tried hard not to. I've tried hard not to believe it. I've tried hard multiple times to fight it and prove to myself that I'm wrong but each time It's ended unsuccessfully.

I can't.

I can't kill her.

I can't kill Laura.

Why? Who fucking knows? It's like she has some sort of shield protecting her that I can't break through. It's like something grabs me and doesn't allow me to press the knife down into her chest.

Something stops me.

Something I can't explain.

I smirk slightly at Laura as she sleeps. I put my knife back into my hoodie pocket and I crouch down in the dark corner of her bedroom, my usual resting spot. And there I wait. Wait for her to awaken.

Wait to make my presence to her, fully known.
Well I'm glad I aint dying tonight XD

FYI I still have my long dark hair in this story, not my red pixie cut which I have now XD 

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Wow, this is amazing! MORE CHAPTERS PLEASE!