Captured (Jeff the Killer)

How You Remind Me

~Jeff~

"Never made it as a wise man.

I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing.

Tired of livin' as a blind man,

I'm sick of sight without a since of feeling.

And this is how, you remind me of who I really am."

I sing quietly into Charlie's ear, my arms never leaving her waist as she stirs the vegetables and chicken. I rest my chin on her shoulder, now able to see her out of the corner of my eyes. I watch as she smiles lightly, biting her lip. 'I've learned how you bite your lip before speaking Charlie.' I think to myself, smiling a little. "Nickelback, how you remind me? That's a good song. But, who are you really?" she asks me, turning around facing me after putting the wooden spoon down.

"Well, you're reminding me of myself before I was insane. With the poems, being in this house. The spotless house... the clothes I'm wearing now. I feel... normal." I say, looking her in the eyes. I watch as a glint of something goes through them. "Is that a good thing?" she asks quietly, smiling. "I... I don't know. I want it to be. I want to be normal again so this can stay... but, that's not who I am." I whisper, stepping away from her. "Jeff, you don't have to act normal, or look normal to be normal. To you, murdering is normal. I'm not going to change your views on things. Even if you want to be the way I am, my form of normal, and you feel like you can't succeed at it, there is such a thing as acting." she says, turning around; partially losing me in her words.

"So, what you're saying is, that I'm normal by my own standards, and if I want to try to be normal like you, then I just have to act like it? How do I do that?" I say whining, wanting the answer. I hear her giggle before saying, "Well, you can run errands like I did today. Go shopping, wash laundry. Mow the lawn. That sort of thing. You can still kill, but I don't want you coming in here and sitting on the couches or bedding. You'll grab a towel, go to the basement, put your outfit you killed in, in the washer IF empty, then go shower. You can also try to make new friends..." she says the new friends part slowly.

I press my lips in a firm line, unhappy with the rules. "I'll make a set of rules. Don't worry they won't be overboard, it's just that I don't want to have to scrub blood stains out of everything again." she backs up her previous statement with. Charlie turns around to continue cooking. I hear her sigh looking at the pan she's using at the old broken and rusty handle. "You can start now by taking the car out and washing it and getting me some new cooking ware. Like new pots, pans, plates, and silverware. Things like that." I frown and ask, "Where am I supposed to get money? And how the hell do I go into stores without getting caught and spotted?" I ask annoyed. She sighs again before covering the Stir Fry with a lid and turning it on low before dragging me up to our now shared room.

"Sit on the bed and wait a moment." she instructs, so I do so. Charlie comes out with all of her make up in hand. She starts putting this weird liquid and powder stuff on me. "There, now your cut in smile is covered up. It looks all natural. We won't be doing this all the time, you could put on a hoodie and cover your face with bandanna. And if someone asks why you're wearing it, tell them your sick." she suggests, putting her make up away. I sigh and put on a brown sweater and put my hood up. I watch as she smiles looking at me. Charlie pushes me in front of a vanity mirror. "See, you look so nice." she comments, dragging me downstairs. "Now go get my new dishes. When you come back dinner will be done." she hands me the keys and kisses my cheek before pushing me out of the house.

I smile and shake my head before getting into the car and starting it, heading to the home and furniture store. Luckily I remembered to grab a lot of my parent's money from their room without Charlie noticing. Once I make it there, I decide to renovate the entire kitchen for her. I pick out everything that is needed and smile successfully, before heading over to the counter and talking to the cashier. Once I show him all of the items I want, including the tableware and silverware that she needed, I pay and tell him that I need installers at the house tomorrow around noon, and to have it all shipped there as well. I get in the car with the tableware and what not, before heading back to the house, seeing a good house that I should be able to kill at later tonight.

When I get back, Charlie is setting the table and the cheesecake and all of the food is done. "Good timing Jeff. Now you can help me make our plates." she says giggling. I grab two dinner plates and two dessert plates, putting a small piece of cake on both dessert plates and filling the dinner plates with Stir Fry. Once that's done, I pour up both a cup of milk, setting them all down on the counter, pulling the chair out for Charlie. "You're really helpful right now." she says giggling. "Well, lets just say it's an early apology for anything that I may do tonight." I mumble.

"What? What are you going to do?" she asks a little worried taking a sip of her milk. "I plan on going killing tonight, and you know how I get with blood lust." I mumble. "Oh. Okay. Just... don't ruin the house. I'll be devastated." she says, smiling a little bit.

~Charlie~

While Jeff and I are eating, I couldn't help but think about what he said. "Well, lets just say it's an early apology for anything that I may do tonight." 'What does that mean?' I think to myself, unhappy. 'Does he plan on hurting me, or does he plan on messing up the house? I guess there will be no answer until tonight.' After I finish eating, Jeff grabs my plate and throws out all of the older dishes, before stocking the cupboards with new nonstick silver and black dishes. I smile, happy that he picked good colors.

"I'm going killing now. I'm going to change into the usual attire then I'm going." he says, walking out of the kitchen and down to the basement where his white hoodie and dress pants are. I sigh and grab the book I was reading previously before heading back into the sun room and lighting the candle I had lit earlier. I hear the front door open and close. I frown and look out at the setting sun, and feel the waterworks come. "Why can't my life be normal for once?" I whisper, bawling and dropping the book to the floor.

~Jeff~

I chuckle darkly on my way back to the house. "That was fun... really fun." I psychotically laugh making it back to the house. "Charlie! I'm home!" I shout still laughing, the blood lust with me. "Welcome back Jeff." I hear her say while yawning walking out of the sun room. I laugh louder and tackle her to the floor, causing fresh blood to fall down onto her and the wooden floor beneath us. "Jeff get off!" she shouts, trying to push me off. "You don't control me you little bitch!" I shout menacingly, grabbing her hear and flipping her over so she's on her stomach. I smash her head into the ground, probably creating a bloody nose and a busted lip. I hear her sobs intensify, while I rip her head up, using her hair.

Once it's up, I grab my knife and run it smoothly and softly across her neck, laughing harder as her body tenses.

"Why so tense you little slut?" I ask laughing, flipping her over again, giggling creepily. "Jeff. Please, get off of me..." she whispers, crying. "Don't. Tell. Me. What to do cunt!" I scream, throwing her into the wall hard by using her hair. She lets out a loud scream falling to her knees. "That's the type of scream I like." I say, coming over and stabbing the wall right next to her head, cutting some hair. She lets out another scream before pushing me into the opposite wall, falling on the floor. When I hit the wall, a photo frame falls on the ground, the sound of the glass breaking alerting me.

"What the..." I mumble, picking up the glass and frame. In the frame is a picture of Charlie and I side by side, Charlie kissing my cheek. I feel the world slow around me, the blood lust vanishing into thin air. I look up and see Charlie running to the door with the car keys, and a wallet. "Charlie... stay." I whisper, running over to her and grabbing her hand. She rips it out of my grip and sobs quietly. "I'll be back tomorrow." is the only response I get from her before she runs out to the car, starts, off and drives away.

I lean against the door outside breathing in the cold air. "Why am I such a fuck up?" I whisper, feeling something wet fall down my face from my eyes.