Jeff's hand stops the movement of his knife on the girl's stomach. He cannot even find his hand anymore. It is as if all the nerves were severed from each other, refusing to let his body move. His eyes are fixed on those of the girl, getting lost in the deep color off them. It was not at all like they were looking right through him or into his extremely dark soul. The problem was that she was looking directly back at him, nothing else. Her luscious brown eyes unknowingly argued with his urge to kill her.
Jeff blinks and the room changes. All of the furniture has vanished and there is a single mirror leaned up against the wall. He looks around for his victim, who has disappeared as well. He slowly moves towards the mirror and looks at his reflection. The image reflected back confuses him and partially shocks him at the same time. The mirror shows him before the accident. His permanent smile is gone, and his singed black hair is light brown. Jeff moves his hand to touch the surface of the glass, and the reflection does the same. Suddenly, the mirror Jeff grins and reaches into the pocket of its pure white hoodie. He pulls out Jeff's knife. Jeff follows the movement himself and realizes that his physical knife is gone. The reflection smiles back at him, lacking the permanent one he had made himself.
Jeff hears a soft cry in from behind him. He turns around to see a little girl sitting on the ground, probably about four years old. Her messy brown hair covered him face as she clung on tight to her teddy bear and blanket. He assumed that tears were running down her face which would explain why she held the blanket so close to her face.
He walked over to her and she looked up at him. To his surprise, she did not even react to his face. She simply hid back into her blanket and continued to weep. Jeff looked back at the mirror; his reflection was now sitting beside her. Jeff followed and watched as both of the girls climbed into their separate laps. The normal Jeff in the mirror held onto her tightly and rocked her back and forth. Jeff supposed that that would have been something that he would have done. The very essence of innocence staring right back at him, yet again.
He looked back down and his arms were also wrapped tightly around the small child. He tried to jerk back, but the mirror Jeff would not let him. Now, it was Jeff who would have to follow the mirror. Mirror Jeff kept rocking the girl back and forth, and wiped her hair out of her face. Jeff unwillingly followed. When he saw the girl's face, he would have frozen again if he had the ability to. The same big brown eyes of the girl he was so close to killing her staring right back at him.
Mirror Jeff forced him to look at him. He smiled evilly. He squeezed the girl tightly as her crying began again. "Shhh" Mirror Jeff told her. He let his head drop so that he could see her better, but the real Jeff could no longer see his reflection's face. "Go to sleep." He finished.
Jeff watched as the reflection's head rose back up. Now, their faces matched. The mirror Jeff got up and dropped the child's bloody body to the floor. Her clothes were bloody, but the pathetic thing still moved. She turned over slowly and tried to grab her comfort objects. Apparently, the stab wound made while hugging the girl had not been enough to kill her. Mirror Jeff laughed and kicked her in the stomach.
Jeff, free to do as he pleased as the reflection was preoccupied, looked down at the girl in his arms. She was bleeding from a hole in her lower abdominals.
Jeff had killed so many people before, but watching himself kill a child and having her in his arms at the same time, was much different than any kill he had made before. If had his knife…Jeff knew there was no possible way he would be able to kill this child. Not with those eyes. As he watched mirror Jeff finish the girl, Jeff looked down at the one in his arms. The one thing he hated was that her eyes were still open, but empty.
Mirror Jeff laughed hysterically at him. He knelt beside the unmoving child and lowered the knife to her face. Jeff screamed at it as it began to cut out the girl's unmoving, lifeless eyes. He pushed the girl's body off him and ran at the mirror, hitting it straight on so hard that all the glass shattered.
Jeff's eyes readjusted back to the girl's room. She was still staring up at him, waiting for her life to end. He just growled and cut a small incision in her neck, not anything near what it would take to kill her. She yelped at the cut and Jeff jumped off her and climbed out the shattered window.
It was going to be hell to have to explain this to Slendy.
