I think it's time...For you to go to sleep. (Jeff the killer fanfiction)

Chapter 52

Olivia took her bottle of tablets throwing two pills and a wave of water down her throat sighing with content

"So much hassle..." she muttered, before picking up her voice seeing two missed calls, she frowned narrowing her eyes as she tapped on her phone revealing the caller's, one from her mum then one from...No it couldn't be. She stared at the name long and hard which came up. Brandon...goosebumps lay on her skin as she dialed in her mum's number, the phone rang out, long and slow, before the call picked up

"Hey mum I'm sorry I didn't call back-" the other end of the callers voice cut her off quickly

"Hey Olivia, missed me?" Janes voice echoed on the other side

"Jane. Wheres my mum?!"

"Shes fine for now..." a piercing screech was heard as Olive gasped loudly

"Don't hurt her!"

"it's not her you need to be worried about..." A crash was heard through the door, Olive ran to the kitchen picking out the biggest knife she could find before hiding.

"Come out come out, Janes just wants a talk..." a male voice, unfamiliar was echoing from the kitchen, he laughed softly sounding quite young, olives heart raced, sweat beading from her brow. She hid in the living room, behind the door, she held her breath crouched ever so slightly, imitating movement from Jeff stalking a person as kill.

The guy opened the door, a hatchet in his hand as his eyes scanned the room, Olives heart stopped and her eyes glared, something inside her smiled as she kicked shut the door trapping the two of them in the room.

The man barely had time to react, wearing black ripped jeans and a black top, brown shaggy hair. Looked no older than 20.

Lunging forward Olive plunging the knife into the guys chest ripping through his top, blood gushing on his shirt and her body, she slowly drag the knife down his body, before pulling it out, his body collapsing to the floor as she stabbed repeatedly,  blood splattered over every inch of her, she barely noticed the other presence of another person in the room.

"wow...bloody. So your a ripper" Jane stared slightly more serious than before yet her arms crossed with carelessness.

Olive panted heavily, wiping the dried blood from her mouth

"So you really want to die that much..." Olive stood up removing the knife from the limp, unrecognisable body that was one of Janes puppets.

"Your mum's dead." Jane said, calmly but emotionless

"What?" Olives eyes, we're bleak and dark, her pupils smaller than usual.

"I couldn't control one of my guys, he went on a blood rage and tore up her stomach..." Jane looked at Olive, removing her mask

"I didn't intend it to happen as quickl-"

Olive grabbed her throat, strangling her so fast and easy that Janes real face turned red with agony, before Olive dug her sharp unclipped nails into Janes eyeball, inner core screams leaped from Janes chest and throat.

"So how does it feel I'm dying to know!" Olive grinned pushing her fingers in deeper into her eye socket, Jane screamed louder, but nobody came. Blood trickled out

Janes eyeball popped and the goo spilled over Olives finger, torture and pain whimpered from the limp Jane. She nearly fell as Olive threw her body on to the couch before turning to the door to be face to face with Jeff

"Jeff...?" she whined, empty

"I saw...go to the kitchen" He ordered, she walked away to the kitchen not turning back, something had clicked In Olive but her sanity slowly returned...A loud familiar scream was heard from the room then silence...