Captured (Jeff the Killer)

My Thoughts On The World?

~Jeff~

I watch Charlie walk up the stairs after asking me if I was hungry. I glare at her disappearing figure before looking at my knife. I must have been staring at it for a while, because the next thing I know, Charlie is waving her hand in front of my face calling my name. "Jeff? Earth to Jeff." I look up at her glare. "What the hell do you want?" I ask, saying you with as much venom as possible. I watch her roll her eyes before sitting next to me.

"Well, Mr. Killer, I made Mac & Cheese with hot dogs for us since you're hungry. I would've asked what you wanted, but you were being stubborn." I glare at her. I see her set the food down before reaching for my now... clean knife? "Don't you dare." I say dementedly. "I'm just moving it a way from you so I can let you eat. Good grief." I hear her mutter the last part. The next thing I know, one of my hands are undone. I look at it and see that the fucking chains rubbed my skin raw.

I glare at her with pure hate again. "I'm sorry. I fix up your wrists after you eat." she says, handing my my bowl of food. "I hate you." is all I say before slowly eating. Taking time to savor my food. I've taught myself how to, since I don't eat a whole lot. "You're welcome." Charlie says while waiting for a thank you, eating her Mac & Cheese. "You're not thanked." I say with a mouth full. I watch her scrunch up her nose. After we eat, she takes the bowls upstairs and starts to do dishes. How do I know this? I can hear the water running and dishes clinking.

I try to use my still free hand to grab my knife so I can undo the other locks or kill her when she comes down here. I'm still about two feet away from it when she comes down again; but with a medical kit this time. She glares at me, while using my own words against me. "Don't you dare." "Bitch." I mutter. She shakes her head and sits on the opposite side than she usually does. After she puts some ointment on my wrists, she lines the chains with it so they don't pinch and rub my wrists as much. As result, when she rechained my wrists, she chained them tighter.

I groan in annoyance and watch her scoot my knife away from me more. About another five feet, before scooting her chair closer to me and sitting down. She stares at me for a few minutes, clearly zoning out. I growl and finally snap. "Can you stop staring at me you cunt!" I shout. She jumps about a foot in the air, scared. I chuckle darkly. "Jeff... I have a question." she says looking at me again. I usually don't like listening to peoples questions, but hers may be interesting. "Go on." I say waiting.

After waiting a few seconds, she asks, "What's your view on the world?" I lean my head against the pole and start to think 'What are my views or thoughts on the world? Well, there's a lot...' Before I can stop myself, I just start spewing out my views.

"Well, the world is a terrible fucked up place filled with lying hypocrites. For instance, your neighbors, they both are having an affair on each other and they know it. They both said when they got married that they weren't going to cheat, or only love one. But, they lied and are fucking different people. Both of them are. People in this world are useless. I get rid of the people on the planet that think they are everything, that lie, that do bad. People who don't deserve to breath. People who didn't even deserve to live.

That's the thrill I get out of it. You're doing something that's illegal, but you're helping the world in reality. Every human that I've killed, either begs for their life, or just sits there and takes it because they know they have it coming for them. No one can run from their fate. Emotions are a void. They trick your brain to do something that you think is completely right, but is actually entirely wrong. You know? Hate is used often enough. People say that they hate certain foods, or a family member. That's another problem in this God damn awful world.

People hate the ones that gave them life. They use the word hate out of context. Who fucking gives a damn about people that brought a particular person into life. Granted they did, but they don't realize that they good be plotting against them the whole damn time. I know that if I keep continue doing what I'm doing, people will slowly realize that they're doing wrong. Love is another word that is thrown around. There is no such thing as love. People can care deeply for others. But eventually, all that care, or "love" as they call it, fades.

Even if it doesn't, after death is entirely different. Souls don't stay together. They leave, they're reincarnated. They become other beings. I don't kill infants for toddlers, because they still have time to change their outlooks on life. Pre-teens, teens, and adults are the ones we need to look out for. Their minds work differently and can't be so easily persuaded. Trust is something that we all have until someone breaks it right? Well, once one person fucks up and ruins it, we never again can trust another. Basically, my views of the world goes as this: Hate is used out of context, there is no such thing as the word "love", and people do wrong. Hence, creating the fucked up place we live in today."

I look over at Charlie after I finish and notice that she's looking down. "I've never thought of it that way. Everything you said didn't make since, yet made perfect since..." she whispers. I smile victoriously. "That's why I kill people. That's why you should never trust people. And, that's why killers don't feel. WE know why the world is terrible; and that's why we are killing. Not just because we are insane, but because we know that by killing off the unwanted, or unneeded, the world will be a better place." I say looking at her.

She looks up at me, her face flushed. "Thank you for sharing Jeff." she says in a quiet whisper. I nod my head. That's when I notice how cold the ground actually is. As if sensing my discomfort she sighs. "How much would you hate me if I knocked you out again? But, for your own good?" she asked slowly. "Well, I'll kill you worse if you do. But, if it's to put blankets underneath me or something, then fine." I say reluctantly. She nods her head and smiles, while grabbing her knife and holding it by the blade. I turn my head so she has a good angle. I feel the hilt hit me, then I go unconscious.