Two Broken Minds (A Jeff the Killer x Jane the Killer fanfic)

Chances part 2

A/N: Well this is embarrassing... It's been done for weeks but work has postponed my beta. I would have posted this sooner but my work is a bitch as well... Well on that note, Enjoy! 

Jeff

I stopped running a little ways into the forest just to make sure Jane went inside. I couldn't help but worry, even if it was a fear ungounded in fact. Once I was sure she had gone in, I made my way to the boundaries at a more sedated pace. I had plenty to think about.

Namely, Jane. There was no point in not being honest with myself. I was in love and I had it bad. After my brother had betrayed me, I had thought my heart was so scorched and shriveled that nothing would touch me that deeply again, until Jane. I hoped that after what I had told her, she'd possibly fall for me too.

It was funny how quickly everything was changing.

For all intents and purposes, it was changing for the better. Everyone (myself included) loved Jane, and she didn't seem like the kind of girl to flip out and pull a Liu. I felt the border and asked the house if it would be so kind as to take me to my chosen victim. It eagerly did as it had been bidden, only pausing a moment to check the identity of the man against my mental record of him.

The house regurgitated me in a bright, sunny forest that was not at all to my taste. I darted through it carefully to avoid hitting any trees or branches in my haste. A loud chiming of a bell told me that it was three o'clock. I casually walked out of the forest and strolled down the street, careful not to look at anyone directly in the eye. I sat down on the edge of a fountain and pretended to be very intently looking at the screen of a smartphone I had...found a few days ago. On closer inspection, the casual observer would see that it wasn't on.

I waited there for at least two hours before I caught sight of the man. He was a tall, older gentleman that viewed everything around him with a suspicious eye and a slight frown. He never noticed me though. I rose and began the delicate game of following the old man. Usually someone his age wouldn't be worth the trouble, but he had evaded me once and I'd be damned if he did it again.

For someone of his age he was quick. I lost sight of him more than once, although that might have been because I had other things on my mind. Other places and other times. I snapped my mind back to the present once more, determined to keep it there. I trailed after the man into a grocery store and nonchalantly stayed one aisle over from him while pretending to be very interested in the sugar free kool-aid drink mixes. He left the store with some prune juice and a quarter pound of beef. I followed with a grin that was hidden behind my shaggy mane of coal black hair and my hood.

I tailed him through a liquor store where he purchased a half pint of scotch, and a leisurely stroll through a park that was mainly spent avoiding the suspicion in the beady black eyes the man swept his surroundings with constantly.

I ended up on the opposite side of the road from him, right where I wanted to be. I was safe here, at a good distance from those heartless old eyes.

I watched from across the street as he turned onto another road and walked down it until he reached a condo that had seen better decades, but still looked reasonably well kept. He mumbled something before producing the key and shuffling through his door and slamming it behind him. I waited there for a while before moving on like I didn't care.

I don't.

I looked into the windows of the houses I passed. Most of them were dark and empty-looking, but some had bright, enchanting lights emanating from them cheerily. I peered closer and saw a family happy and lively, eating together and laughing at the fucking weather because they had nothing better to do.