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The Bloody End Chapter 6

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"...so yeah that's what happened."

"And they call me the insane one?"

"I'm NOT insane! It was just...weird. I can't explain it."

I perch on the end of my bed, gazing at the white hooded figure standing across from me, arms folded, back against the wall, staring with his rimmed eyes. It's never easy to tell what emotion Jeff is experiencing at such times. He's very good at hiding them and faking them. He sometimes seems mad, angry, annoyed, but there's always this little gleam in his eye or hint of a smirk which tells me other wise.

"So why tell me about it? I'm not your therapist", he says cheekily, rolling his eyes.

"I just thought...you'd be interested, that's all."

"Hm."

He doesn't sound interested at all, in fact he seems the exact opposite. Bored. Impatient. He probably wants to go do his job, the thing he loves most, but I was hoping my....dream or premonition, whatever it was, could have been explained by Jeff. Maybe he had a similar experience before he went all Chucky on everybody? Maybe I could have tried to get him to convince me I wasn't going the same way.

But whether he had the experience or not, he isn't letting on.

He's playing with his knife, not caring at all about the droplets of blood spilling on to my bedroom floor while I'm secretly nervous about it. Thank God its wood panelling, easy to wipe up. A snow white carpet wouldn't survive long in my bedroom.

Jeff gets up from the wall and stretches.

"Well as lovely as this has been, I must dash. Places to go. People to slay. A corpse to dispose of."

A corpse?

Oh not again.

I shakily stand up, wobble over to the window and stare out of it. Yep. I'm right. By the glowing light of the street lamp at the end of the garden, there is a blood soaked, partially dismembered corpse laying out in the open on my front garden. Just dumped there, not a care in the world. Jeff doesn't care. I do! My heart hammers at the sight of it. I'm used to Jeff's body-count by now but the fact he likes to dump them in my front garden for world and it's brothers to see, makes me a little nervous. Too nervous. I let the blood on my floor slide but this has to stop.

"Jeff!", I hiss.

"What?", he replies, not looking back as he opens my bedroom window.

"Stop that!"

"I can't. I mean I know you want me to stay and all but-"

"No, not that I mean...that!" I likely sound as confused as Jeff looks. If he had proper eyebrows, one would be raised. Probably both of them.

I gesture desperately to the slumped body outside. Jeff looks over blankly.

"Isn't it a bit late to start caring about my beloved way of life?"

I don't know if he's winding me up or if he generally doesn't know what I'm actually talking about. Either way, I feel like giving him a slap!

"Jeff. Stop leaving your mess on my front garden."

"...I may be ill mannered, a little bit crazy, do painful and unimaginable things... but one thing I don't do is defecate on people's front lawns."

It's a nightmare trying not to laugh.

"You know exactly what I mean, Jeff."

"Not a clue."

"You can't keep leaving bodies out there for everyone to see!"

"I don't leave them for long. Much."

"And what if someone sees? What do I tell my neighbours if they see random dead bodies outside my house every week?"

"I dunno. Make something up."

"Like....?"

"I dunno."

"Jeff. I'm serious! You'll get me into trouble with the Police again!"

"Slit their throats then! It's easy!"

"What?!"

"It's not that hard to do. Once that sharp blade cuts right through their windpipe, you're home free."

"Shut up, Jeff!"

"...What?"

I wish I had noticed the growl at the end, the tone change, the dampening atmosphere. I'd stop. But I'm too oblivious. And I'm not prepared for the consequences of my somewhat bold, daring next move.

"Stop being so stupid."

"What did you just call me?"

Suddenly Jeff steps away from the window and has stepped close to me, inches away. I can feel his breath hitting my face. It's even causing my hair to move. A lump rises in my throat and I swallow it down painfully.

"Nothing...Jeff. I....I just-"

"What. Did you. Just call me?"

I'm trying to think of a way to talk in a goofy way. Crack a joke. Make myself look like a fool. Anything to get out of this situation. Unable to tell Jeff's sarcasm from his real attitude, finding a solution to break free from this seems impossible.

"Answer me."

I always thought Jeff's shouting was the scariest thing ever. This dark, low drone is worse. Much worse.

"I d-didn't mean that...I was just...I..."

"Stupid. You think I'm...stupid?"

"Jeff..."

"Do you?"

"No! No I don't. I really don't."

"You sounded convincing to me."

"I was angry I'm...I'm s-sorry."

I keep expecting Jeff to laugh, laugh at the fact he scared me like it's a big prank and then leap out the window and be off. I want that to happen and I'm praying hard it does. I was dying to get to this point for ages with Jeff, the point of being able to talk to Jeff calmly, not be afraid of him and treat him like a normal person. Be comfortable around him.

Maybe I made myself a little too comfortable.

"Sorry?"

"Yes."

"Sorry?"

"Yes! I'm sorry!"

A pause.

When there's a long pause with Jeff, it's like being on a roller coaster. Things may either go up. Everything will be okay, they'll be laughs, sulks, smirks, sarcasm. Or things may either go down. I don't know what down consists of, but I really don't want to see it.

I see his fist clench around the knife.

Looks like I don't have a choice.

He suddenly darts forward, teeth clenched and a growl escapes his throat and I close my eyes tight and I scream. I didn't want to scream. It wasn't the reaction I intended to go for but as if it were a reflex, it built up in my throat and I let it out. I kept my eyes closed and tightened up, waiting on the sharp pain to pierce through me. The blood is drumming in my ears, I can't hear a thing!

This can't be happening! This can't be happening! This can't be happening!

I'm able to hear two panicked voices yell my name and my door whack open.

"Laura! What is it?!"

"What's wrong?!"

Breathing heavily, I stare at my parents with wide eyes. I'm about to tell them to run, looking frantically to where Jeff is standing.

Only he's not.

I peer around cautiously but Jeff is gone. And the only sign of him being here is the wide open window.
Apologies for the slow process once again guys! I have had a lot going on and I have been pretty stressed and stuff but I will try and post chapters up sooner! And make them better XD

So looks like Jeff got a little angry o_o...don't call him "stupid"..oops...

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ValentinesDayGreen's avatar
Oh dear... This series does not seem to be going well for you. At this rate Jeff might kill you.