Haunted by Screams (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 20. Copycat

Sinister,

the smile across her face,

as she licked her lips,

and moved with grace.

One and one together,

Making one together

 - Unknown

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The body of what Jeff assumed was a two or three years old boy, laid gutted before him with an expression of utterly terror written on its pale small lips. The light had gone out long ago in the boy's baby blue eyes who now gazed out into nothingness. Jeff walked around the body as his eyes looked at the barely recognizable stomach area of the little creature. Intestines had been pulled out and were spread out everywhere on the ground as the wound oozed of blood and sweat. He could see that the boy had wet himself as Jeff crouched down over him. The scene would have had any adult feel the need to vomit, however to Jeff it was just another life gone and thus one step closer to succeeding with his goal - or that he would have felt if he actually had been the one taking this boy's life...

Jeff stuck the blade in the pink nearly completely white flesh and drew a sharp line with the knife at the sensitive skin. The blood was so thick that there nearly wasn't anything of it spilling on the ground.

Been dead for at least 12 hours... how interesting really.

Although as he sat there looking at the boy, something deep inside his veins ached - an irritating and recognizable pain he knew, a feeling he hated. Despite him hungering for blood and gore, people with terror as expressions on their faces and with completely opened bodies - he couldn't help but to feel dazed. Although Jeff had sworn to kill whoever that would cross road or meet him he usually let kids younger than 3 years old be. Usually that is. Sometimes they could be more entertainment to kill than adults - especially if they began to cry when they laid eyes upon Jeff due to that there's a stranger standing in their room smiling at them as they run to their mommy and daddy's bedroom only to find a gory mess. 

They will all one day grow older - and when they have, I will find them and make them Go to the inevitable Sleep thehe...

Sure, children are kind of creepy tiny-small humans, but they are not really the problem but rather their parents - the adults are. The children are thought to become fucking disgusting human beings because of their asses to parents are repeatidly nagging on them to act and be just like themselves! And as long as these kids weren't fucking Peter Pan or something similar they would all one day be adults too...  which meant they would see me again, smiling while clutching my precious knife against their throat before I saving them from their miserable life.

Jeff drew the blade off of the boy's body before he rose to his feet. The body had been so violently treated that it was difficult to even imagen that this once had been a body containing life. It held the resemblance of as if someone had taken a grip around the boy's legs and arms and ripped the body apart while abolishing his stomach completely out at the same time. The spine was also sticking out along with what Jeff assumed was tiny, tiny nerves.

Ah, beautifully done indeed.

Whoever did this, was clearly taking advantage of his killing spree though... motherfucker copycating bitch...

Jeff sighed frustrated as he turned around. The forest behind him gaped at him like a hungry mouth as he stood there in the small glade, listening to the rustling of the wind moving the dried leafs on the cold and brown ground. His shoes had a tiny layer of semi-dried blood on them and had coloured the usually white parts on his sneakers red-pink-ish. Although he didn't need to worry since the heavy rainfall had left the ground soaked and just a few steps on it would wash the blood away from his shoes, thus eliminating any trails that might lead to his whereabout.

His new white hoddie shined almost completely clean - something that not only was weird but also felt utterly wrong to Jeff's unstable mind.

It's too freaking clean.

Ugh.

Jeff felt tempted to stick his fingers in the sticky crimson coloured mess that was displayed infront of him and paint his hoddie with the colour - however he managed to hold the desire under control. Although he lived for killing and loved every single bit of it, it wasn't a very clever move to act like some damn cat who found some catnip everytime he found a body with the crimson liquid missing in their veins.

A cat? Really?

Well shut up! It was the best I could come up with okay?

But really, he shouldn't be that surprised that someone began taking advantage of his killings: it was after all normal that serial-killers attracted the attentions of other killers and as long as Jeff was given credit for the work it was fine really. After all, he was the bright shinning star of this town and not some damn copycat would take that fact from him.

...Cat again?

SHUT UP!!

The desire for blood and a victim's scream in his ears made him grin and twitch in his body. The bloodlust that began to awaken made an image of Nora appear before his sight. Although he wanted nothing more than to slowly and painfully kill her, destroy that skin who held all those important veins and the flowing red blood in them from spilling - it wouldn't be that much fun really.

Or would it perhaps?

Or maybe it would be fun but, then what? The game would be gone and she'd be dead.

Just, dead. Nora would be dead... 

But I want her dead. 

Jeff nails dug into the palm of his hands, showing of the blue and purple-ish veins providing life even to him. Something had happened to Nora when she'd given him the hoddie earlier. He could see she did her best to hide it - stupid girl really! How could she think she could hide anything from him really!? Jeff'd confronted her, thrown her down at the floor while holding his knife against her throat.

"You tell me now what you did while you were gone you Bitch!"

"Stop calling me that you Freak! And as I've said so many times already nothing happened!! I was just afraid someone would notice me buying a hoddie since I almost never wear them, that's all I promise Jeff!!"

He didn't believe her - and she knew he didn't.

Freaking, patetic.

He knew she'd met someone, and if that person had been her "friend" namned Jim, perhaps it was time to pay a little visit at this "Jim's" house then theheh...

Jeff turned around once more to look at the body before he began walking away from the suburban area outside town, smiling as he could nearly taste the feeling of the presence of the other killer lurking around him in the shadows.