A N G U I S H ➵ Jeff The Killer x Reader (Dark)

Memory 20

   "Haven't you already taken enough?" I argued, fear opening up to slight determination and hope. My heart continued racing, but I stared Jeff head on, despite the trembling of my form. This seemed to amuse him further, but his form presented a lack of carelessness towards what was transpiring. I watched him lick the dried blood caked around his lips, and held back a visible cringe.

"There's never enough for me, pretty dove." He mocked, and the hands holding the stick trembled visibly, "Now what the fuck do you plan on doing with that, eh? You gonna roast me some marshmallows with that stick? Build me a wooden fort?" He laughed, "Put it the fuck down before you embarrass yourself even more."

I clenched my teeth, both hands holding the pathetic stick strongly, my feet positioning in what I hoped was a decent defensive posture. I glared at him, eyes full of hatred and a promise of revenge. Sure, it might not be in this life, but if he killed me I certainly would come back to haunt his ass. Not like he didn't look like a ghost himself, anyway.

"G-go to hell!" I spat, and I watched him casual posture shift as if I held no threat towards him. I debated my next moves very, very carefully.

"No can do, birdie. I already sent your mom there." He watched, waiting for me to move impulsively, but I stood still, "and I'll be sendin' you there too once I'm done with you."

"The same place you sent Liu?"

I watched him freeze briefly at that comment, and I knew I hit a nerve. Bingo. His eyes filled with malice, and a promise of redemption. I knew I shouldn't poke the bear, especially not one as unpredictable as Jeff, but given the circumstances, and everything he'd done - I couldn't help myself. I'd only hope I could inflict the same amount of pain and suffering he had put me through during these months.

"Mention that name again and I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to you, you fucking whore."

I pressed my luck further, the insult spilling out my lips before I could prevent myself, "Do you think Liu would be proud of what you have become?"

I didn't have time to prepare myself as a white flash launched itself at me. A scream left my lips as we both went tumbling to the forest floor. The stick still clenched in my hand, I whacked him with it as hard as I could, but that did little to deter the ravaged beast. His dark ambition boosted, and I could hardly blink before I felt his burnt hands clawing at my face. Bastard.

I swung my legs up, kneeing him in his back and he let a harsh growl in return, his eyes promised blood, but in a desperate attempt at life I did the one thing that came to mind. I clawed at his bloodied smile, and an internal cry of victory rang out as he jerked backwards in surprise. My hands were covered in his blood, but in Jeff's unhinged attack it seemed to make him angrier.

   "You fucking bitch!" I could do little but attempt to roll myself into a ball as Jeffrey stood and began administering brutal kicks to my form. I tried to roll out the way, but with a harsh laugh Jeff pulled my hair and rolled me backwards to my previous position.

I screamed, the taste of iron entering my mouth as a harsh kick to my stomach winded me. Jeff continued laughing above me, as if this was the most entertaining thing he's been able to, and as black dots covered my vision I watched helplessly as I could hear my bones snap and see the deranged look of insanity spread across his features like an illness. Jeff was sick, I could see it clearly. I knew it clearly, but in this situation, all I could think about was the hope that Jeff would have the worst death possible for him.

My body screamed out in pain, and halfway during the brutal attack on my body, all I could focus on was the distant hum of static. It rang out to me, like a familiar embrace and promised the comfort of familiarity. No longer could I hear the sounds of my helpless screams or Jeff's bloodied taunts. All I could hear was the promise of darkness and the lustful promise of static.

My eyes went black in a peaceful hum, my bloodied body battered and bruised. A bird broken and chained within this anguish. The static was the only thing to remain.

ALWAYS WATCHES. NO EYES.