sinful ⇢ jeff the killer

14 | Fire

"...Starting now, you'll have to pull yourself together because we have some work to do." Jeff stated rather happily, his smile wide and pupils dilated.

[Y/N] did not like the sound of this.

Well, basically any idea that Jeff has up his sleeve is practically up to no good. Not like she had a choice but to listen to him unfortunately. Or... die. Suffer a brutal death to this maniac? Yeah, not happening anytime soon. Or atleast that's what [Y/N] hopes for.

[Y/N] glanced down at the corpse beneath her, wondering what was going to happen now with Bambi's dead body. "So, are we just going to leave her here?" [Y/N] asked Jeff, who glanced down to see what she was referring to. He nearly forgot all about what transpired minutes ago. What an idiot. [Y/N] had to fight the urge to get up and smack his face with her fist.

Jeff shrugged his shoulders, looking back up at [Y/N]. "Don't know, I was just gonna leave it here and find another hideout. I can't be bothered to do anything about it." He replied back, nonchalantly.

[Y/N] narrowed her eyes up at Jeff in pure disbelief, astounded by how uncaring this guy really is. "Don't you think she deserves a proper burial? Or um- I don't know? Her family might want to get some closure concerning her whereabouts."

Jeff threw his head back and laughed in [Y/N]'s face, all while clutching his stomach. [Y/N] flinched in her seat, turning away at the killer who's laughing in her face. She felt her face grow warm, embarrassed due to the fact that she is being laughed at. Did she really say something that funny? She was puzzled by him as she wondered what's so funny about what she said. "What's so funny?" She asked Jeff, who still couldn't contain his laughter.

Jeff let out one last laugh before regaining his composure. "What's funny? That bullshit you just spit out your fucking mouth! I'm not moving that shit," he gestured towards the corpse, "If you want to do something about it, you can. I'm not going to stop you from doing so. To be honest, I really don't care."

[Y/N] let out a deep sigh. "You're unbelievable. Do you really have no heart inside you? You heartless shit head." She muttered under her breath, deeply angered by Jeff's inhumane actions. Jeff pursed lips together from retorting some vulgar words of his own, deciding not to keep arguing with her. It'll only sprout even more problems than he intends to.

"Ha, you think I feel something for that bitch? Have you forgotten what I do for a living?" He asked sarcastically before moving closer to the corpse to get a better look at it. "Besides, why are you worrying so much about her family? Let me enlighten you on something..." he trailed off from his little speech to stand right above the corpse.

Using his leg, Jeff rolled Bambi's corpse over so that she was now facing upward, the several stab wounds now more visible than they already were.

[Y/N] cringed at the sight right before her very own eyes. Her once [E/C] eyes were now slowly glistening in a red-pink hue, the tears were threatening to spill out as she took a really good look at the now deceased Bambi. You could call this scene a monstrosity. All of her clothes were stained in blood. Even her mouth nose and eyes were all leaking blood. The worst of it all is that all the stab wounds Jeff had inflicted upon her were all close together, so it looked like a huge hole in the middle of her chest.

[Y/N] quickly looked away, not wanting to have this sight engraved in her memory. Although, it was probably too late at that point. She held back the urge to vomit, as she slowly became nauseous from the massive amount of blood loss splattered all over the place.

Jeff cleared his throat, causing [Y/N] to look over his way, her eyes solely focused on him. Him only and not the body right under his foot. "As I was saying," Jeff spoke up again. "You see, Bambi didn't have a family or I should say a family that cared about her. When I kidnapped her, her shitty family didn't even bother looking for her. They assumed she ran away. So, it was really easy to get away with that." He stated rather cheerfully.

"But, if you want to hold a funeral for her you can. If not, I'll probably dumb her body in a river or something." Jeff said, waving his hand in the air in a dismissive manner. "It's up to you though, [Y/N]. What are you going to do?"

[Y/N] fidgeted in her seat, now even more unsure of what to do. She felt a pang of sadness within her heart as Jeff broke the news concerning Bambi's family which prompted even more questions.

What was her upbringing? Was she abused? Did she have any friends? Surely someone cared for her, right?

[Y/N] was at a crossroads with herself. In her mind, she originally she wanted to give her a proper burial, but what if someone accidentally stumbles upon her corpse and somehow the police will find out [Y/N] had something to do with it? They'll be able to find her DNA on her body and possibly put [Y/N] behind bars.

Though, her heart wanted to do the right thing and bury her so that at least someone in this world cared for her. Bambi didn't deserve this. In the short amount of time that [Y/N] had come to know Bambi, she knew she was innocent in all this mayhem. Just someone who simply caught the eye of the wrong guy, sadly.

As [Y/N] continued to think about it, an impatient Jeff tapped his foot on the hardwood floor, growing tired of [Y/N]'s silence. "Hurry up woman, I don't have all day. Make up your mind right now or else I'll do it."

[Y/N] let out a shaky breath and finally made up her mind. "I'll let you take care of this." She uttered very quietly. Though, she wished she could of done something herself, [Y/N] was afraid of the consequences that may occur because of her actions this deciding to let Jeff handle this mess. After all, it's his mess anyways.

Jeff groaned in frustration, realizing that he has to do all the hard work again. "Fine. Then let's get out of here. I'm about to take care of it right now."

Jeff walked over to the metal bed frame, bending down the grab something that was right by it. He stood right back up to which [Y/N] finally noticed what he went to grab. In his hands, Jeff held a jerry can which presumably had gasoline stored in it. It was at that moment that [Y/N] finally figured what Jeff meant when he said he would take care of it.

He opened the container and began to scatter the liquid all over the cabin including Bambi's corpse, making sure that it was spread evenly around the area. In a matter of no time, Jeff emptied the container and glanced over at [Y/N] with a wicked smile on his face. "It's time to go! Let's get the fuck out of here!" He exclaimed.

He lurched forward and grabbed [Y/N]'s wrist, forcing her to stand and follow him outside. She felt her heart pound very quickly in her chest, sensing something is about to happen at any moment now. They both made their way outside with Jeff warning [Y/N] to get back even further.

"You better get the fuck way back or else you'll get blown up too!" he warned. "But don't think about running away or I'll make you regret it!"

He didn't have to tell her twice. [Y/N] scurried away, farther back until she was a safe distance away though she made sure she was still visible to Jeff. As Jeff confirmed that [Y/N] obeyed his instructions, he then pulled out a match box from his pocket.

He took a match out and lit it up with no hesitation. As soon as the match kit up it's usual red fiery glow, Jeff threw it in the direction of the cabin.

That's all it took for the whole thing to go up in flames.

"C'mon let's get the fuck out of here!" Jeff yelled, grabbing [Y/N]'s wrist again and leading the way out of the woods.

She let out a yelp of surprise as Jeff tightly grasped her wrist and made a run for it.

They both ran away in the opposite direction of the now burning cabin. This whole mess had so much adrenaline coursing through [Y/N]'s veins, which caused her to take a look back behind her.

She watched as the cabin began to burn up, the small home collapsing to the ground as the fire only seemed to grow. While it wasn't the outcome she was hoping for, [Y/N] promised she would never forget about Bambi.

For as long as [Y/N] lives, so does Bambi's memory.