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The Bloody End Chapter 39

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Out of the Woods

Jeff's POV

I feel the blood of my victim splatter on my face and drip down it, right down my neck and even on to my chest underneath my already blood stained hoodie. Little splatters of blood land on my lips and I lick them, savouring the taste, making me smile wider. The taste of satisfaction.

I casually glance down at my victim, laying sprawled out on his back in a puddle of red. He's still alive but barely, eyes partly open and gasping for air like a fish out of water. His torso is dotted with pools of red, each showing where the knife entered him, tearing through his flesh and piercing his insides. There's maybe 8 stab wound? 9?

The poor bastard would never make it to morning if I walked away. He'd be dead in a matter of hours. A matter of minutes. Probably a matter of seconds. He can't move. Scarcely breathe. And he's slipping in and out of consciousness by the second. I could just leave him to suffer before being welcomed into death's cold embrace. But hey. I've learned from past experience that if you're going to do a job...

Do it right.

I crouch down beside the guy, grinning at each of his pathetic attempts to draw breath or speak. If I had feelings I'd feel sorry for him. Instead I lift up my knife, already dripping with blood, hold it above his heart, lean down to his ear and whisper;

"Shhh....Just go to sleep."

And with one quick thrust, a weak cry of pain and a light thud, it's all over. I pull the knife from his heart, whistling as I wipe its contents on my hoodie, before placing the knife in my pocket and standing up, smirking at my work. I'd usually hide the body somewhere, make it look like a suicide, mugging, whatever, but I'd like to leave this one here as a warning to all those fools who think they can ever mess with me. What am I talking about? I'm talking about the creep that seems to be familiar of me. The creep sending Laura bizzare messages saying such kind things about me and even, to add to the humour, trying to get Laura to kill me herself. Its so funny its just pathetic. When I find out who is behind all of this, and I WILL find out, I'm going to enjoy every last second of what I'll do to them!

Just as I get into a pleasantly sick fantasy about my ambitions, I hear footsteps approaching and duck behind a nearby car, hood up, reaching for my knife. I don't try and hide the body. If someone comes this way to inspect it, it just allows me to stick a knife in them. Works for me. I keep my head down low, hearing rushed footsteps and quick breathing. I wait until it passes before gingerly peeking my head out to take a look and I almost burst out laughing at the irony of it all. Why it's little Laura herself, only she looks paler than normal, and nervous. I wonder what all the drama is this time? There always seems to be something with her. I could just shout and force her to tell me everything right here right now but, where's the fun in that? If there's anything I'm talented at rather than cold blooded murder and slaughtering, it's sneaking and following. Keeping quiet, my head down, dodging and creeping, I follow behind Laura to see where she's going and what she's up to.

Laura's POV

Was that...? Did I see...? I thought I saw...?

Ah forget it, Laura, that wasn't Jeff. You WISH it was Jeff. You really need him at a time right now! Oh God, I do. I do, I do, I do! I need a bodyguard with me! What the HELL have I let myself in for?! The Stalker, the one sending me creepy texts, the one blackmailing me, the one who beat up my best friend, the one who has scared me half to death, has arranged to meet me. He/she is actually wanting me to meet them! After all this time! Right now. In a secluded place, naturally. I expected there to be more abandoned buildings involved like the last confrontation I was in, but this time we're on top of a hill. It's the highest hill in my town, a landmark and visiting place for tourists. Not many people actually go up it though, especially at night. Its too much of a climb for a start and besides, the hill has got a very sinister nickname; Suicide Hill. I could tell you many dark tales of souls jumping off, ending it all.

Maybe it is a perfect place for us to meet. At this rate I DO feel like ending it all. I'm so terrified. I keep trying to talk myself out of this, reason with myself. Trying to get myself to do what I should have done long ago. Run home. No. Run to the police station. Show/tell them everything. Jeff's name is mentioned in the texts but nothing really about him murdering. It's all subtle, I could get away with it. But then the doubts come in. If he/she finds out I've gone to the police, I expect there is Hell to pay for me. And for Jeff. My legs are currently jelly. I keep thinking I'm hearing and seeing someone behind me following me from time to time but I know it's just my imagination because of how scared I am, even more so when I turn a corner and find I'm at the bottom of the hill. A 5 minute or so climb and I'll be there. The top. Where he/she is waiting for me.

They're probably watching as I climb up, that's the scary thing. They can probably see every move I'm making right now. There are so many trees, the whole hill is really a giant forest. Anyone could be lurking. Anyone could be hiding. Watching. Waiting. My heart nearly jumps up and out my mouth when I see someone in a dark hoodie heading my way, but relax when It's just some guy with his dog, hurrying home, barely taking a second glance at me. I climb on, sweat dripping down my back, panting with exhaustion and fear. I keep pretending I can hear someone else climb behind me, nearby me, with me, like I'm not alone, but again I know I'm kidding myself. The only person that's awaiting my presence is supposedly at the top of the hill.

And after a few more minutes of tiring climbing, so am I.

I gingerly step out, looking around, edging closer and closer to the middle where 4 wooden benches are. I've not been up here often. It is a great view from up here. You can see pretty much the whole of my town and even a slight part of the town next door to it. It really is a great tourist attraction, but right now I'm not here to admire the view. In fact with a possible psycho maniac stalker hiding somewhere, standing too close to the edge is not ideal right now. I stay far from the edge as possible, standing close to the benches in the centre. I just stare into the large forest of trees, sussing out ways I can make a dash for an escape if needed.

Every second feels like an hour. Where the HELL is this guy/girl? Not that I'm in any mad rush to meet them, but the suspense is killing me right now. Do they know I'm here? I take out my phone, debating whether to text them or not. I know I'm being stupid. Clearly they're not around. I can't hear anybody. I'm completely alone up here. I really, really, REALLY should just leave, make a run for it, hide under my bed, become a hermit, never leave the house again. Anything but be here anyway, away from civilisation, completely vulnerable. Does Jeff ever come up here? I doubt it. If only he was here. I need him right now. I need anyone to just be here with me.

No. No I have to be here. I have to do this. I need to see who has been doing this to me. I have to know the truth once and for all. Shakily tapping the screen on the phone, I send a message to the stalker's infamous phone number.

"I'm here."

I regret doing it the moment the text sends. I regret it even more when I hear the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps coming from the trees. Someone is heading my way and suddenly I wish I DID run for it when I had the chance. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. And I don't even have a weapon or anything.

Shit. Shit. Okay, Laura, calm down. Deep breaths. Be strong. You've been wanting to confront this creep for a long time and you're finally getting your chance. And if all fails, apologising and crying works too.

I grip the bench tight out of fear I'll collapse otherwise because my legs are shaking so bad. My whole body is. My heart is racing. I feel like throwing up.

The footsteps are closer and closer until I make out a figure approaching, making its away from behind the trees.

I close my eyes for a second, composing myself and then open them to see someone standing in front of me. My eyes widen in shock. My jaw drops open. I grip the bench tighter. I shake my head thinking I'm seeing things but I'm not. They're real. Standing right there.

I...I don't believe it. I can't believe who I'm seeing!

It's-
O_O....aint I a meanie? XD

Has Jeff decided to show face and find out what's going on, or is it the stalker finally meeting me face to face?

Or!

Is it...

A pizza delivery man with the WRONG pizza?! O_O 

THE HORROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Explode la plz I'm going to fucking explode I wish it said who it was please please please tell us who it is A.S.A.P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!