The Theory. (A Jeff The Killer Story) (JeffxReader)

Chapter Eight. Detective.

I woke up with a horrible headache. I looked up at the ceiling blankly, the room was dark and warm. I was exhausted. I stretched my arms and legs out. Suddenly I felt a weird feeling on my leg, I looked down to see a pair of handcuffs. One was attached to my leg, and one was attached to the metal bed frame. ... Wait a minute..a metal bed frame? I didn't have a metal bed frame- Suddenly I realized I wasn't in my bedroom. I shot up from my lying position and looked around. I was in a bedroom of what looked like a cabin in the woods. There was a fire lit in a fireplace, which was my only source of light.

All the memories came rushing back to me, going into the woods with Mila, and meeting...him. I looked down at my body to see I was completely bandaged and healing. Wait a minute, who helped me? It couldn't have been..him...so had someone else saved me from him? There were no windows in this room. I finally got my courage and spoke. "...Hello? Is anybody there?" The room was silent. I couldn't see much in the dark. I scanned the room once more, looking for anything I could see. I looked in the dark corner farthest from me. I noticed the same reflective blue eyes looking back at me.

"I see you..." I said, trying to sound brave. He said nothing. "Don't just stare at me," I said. For a moment he was silent. "How do you know who I am." He spoke suddenly, and it shook me to my core. His voice was low and intimidating, it matched his whole aura perfectly. I had only heard it when he began to tell me to 'go to sleep', but at that moment I didn't process it. I didn't know how to respond properly. How would I tell him I had been following his every move, and studying him? Of course it's easy to think about a killer, but seeing him in person was terrifying. As I stayed silent, he emerged from the darkness. I was once again greeted with his damaged gorey face.

"If you don't answer that question you've wasted my time." He began to reach for his knife. "Wait! Wait..listen, I have been watching you." I said in a panic "...Watching me?" he said "...Wait no, like, watching what you do. Studying you." i said "Look all i want to know is how you figured it out." he said "figure out what..?" I said "How did you figure out who I am. My name." he said, becoming annoyed "Right, so, i put together this theory based off of your case..your first one...you know when you-" "i get the point, keep going." he said, cutting me off. "Well I have made a ton of theories, and seeing you was the way I figured out that theory was correct." I said

"Really? That simple?" He said "Well no, I put a lot of work into it." I said "For what? Are you a fangirl or something?" He said. I took great offense to this. "Fangirl?! You kill people. I'm trying to help catch you, I'm going to be a detective." I said in anger. "Everybody has their quirks." he said, dismissing the fact he was the most wanted criminal in America. "Well, what else do you know detective?" He said, as he grabbed his knife "I know about you, and your family, and bits and pieces of what made you this way." I said. He obviously didn't like this. "Well how did you find me?" He said "I caught onto your patterns." i said proudly

I could tell he was getting annoyed. So I changed the subject. "Why did you bandage me up?" i said "because you would have died if i didn't." he said. "Well why would you care if i did?" i asked "Because i needed to ask you how you knew my name, thought you would have figured that one out detective." he said. I looked down to his leg to see that it had been injured. "What's that?" I asked. "I got shot in the leg about a week ago." he looked up at me and smiled a little "what, you thought you could live through a fight with me when i'm at my best?" he said. It then dawned on me that I had only survived due to his injury.

He walked towards the door of the room and opened it. "I will be back to talk to you later. Go back to sleep detective." he said "Wait!-" He closed the door to the room, locking it. I sighed and layed back down on the bed, that was all I could do in this situation. I was too tired and hurt to try and escape. I thought about the fact that I had just had a conversation with the man I had been obsessing over for so long. Suddenly I noticed tears on my face...I was crying. Had I been crying that whole time and not noticed? Sure I was scared, but I thought I had put on a brave face.

I looked up at the ceiling once more.

Was I going to survive this?