Crimson (Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 4

"You're gonna look so cute out there, all thanks to me." Alexander purred, combing through my hair. I rolled my eyes, looking in the mirror while he dolled me up. I liked my bed-head much better, but he seemed determined for some fancy-shmancy hairstyle. I'd neglected to tell him too much about the other night with Jeff, he'd only make some joke and force more info from me.

"You say it like you created me, I did have a life before I met you y'know." I teased, Alex flashing a grin at me in the mirror before patting my head, aka his creation. "Barely! Now, you gotta tell me who you're going to prom with or I personally will ask everyone in the school. Is it Jared? Or Mckenna? Oh god, it's Lily isn't it?" He gushed and started swaying my shoulders. "You and Lily would be so cute together!"

I groaned in annoyance and stood up, starting to fix his snazzy tie. I bit my bottom lip, not completely sure I was ready for his reaction yet but deciding he'd find out sooner or later. "It's Jeff."

He was quiet for a moment, reading my face for some clue as to if I was serious or not. "You're into Jeff?" His tone wasn't exactly rude, just genuinely curious.

"No! But he asked me, and we got along pretty well, so I'm going with him."

I felt my cheeks grow hot as I heard my friend start squealing, hugging me to his chest. "Oh, my precious baby's got a boyfriend! When's the baby shower, where will your honey moon be? Tell me exactly what he said!"

I groaned louder and flailed in his hold to no avail, even though I liked this attention. I was giggling into his tux and trying to shove him. "Fuck off, you're gonna wrinkle the dress. And he's not my boyfriend."

Once we'd both climbed into Alex's car, we made our way to the school. I couldn't help the twisting and turning of my stomach though, was I nervous? It wasn't even romantic. 

The more I thought about it, I realized I was about to see Jeff in a suit. The thought made my face red and fingers lace in my lap. 

He probably looked sexy.

My eyes went wide as my mind processed what I was thinking about it, now impossibly tomato-like. Alex noticed, and laughed at my blush.

We reached the high school soon after, walking in hand in hand until Alex told me he was going to find his date. I frowned, but continued walking forward.

Alexander had picked me out a short black dress, strings laced up on the front chest of it and white frills decorating my chest. I looked around a bit shyly for Jeff, but he couldn't be found. As I continued walking, I spotted him. He was near a wall, facing it and seeming preoccupied.

My brows furrowed as I walked forward, gently tapping his shoulder for his attention. The first thing I noticed when he spun around was the short blonde girl pinned to the wall, her makeup thoroughly ruined through their obvious make-out session previous. For a moment, I was shocked. Before I glanced up at 'Jeff' and realized it was just some junior with similar hair. I apologized immediately and walked away. 

Why would I have gotten so worked up even if he was macking on some girl? It was none of my business, he wasn't my boyfriend. But, I guess he was my date, and that would've seemed a little rude.

I continued searching for Jeff, but it seemed like he was hiding from me. 

After a while, I was looking for Alex to complain to, then deciding I could get answers from Jeff's brother. He would know where Jeff was. 

After another half hour and no seeing either of the two, I left the school. Honestly, I should've felt like shit. The girls in the movies did when they were stood up, but I was mostly worried, and concerned. I started walking on the sidewalk, toward where I knew Jeff's house was. This was dangerous, I know. It was dark and I didn't know exactly where Jeff lived, just what it looked like. Plus, my feet were killing me. 

Eventually, I saw his familiar death trap and hurried into the house. There were three other cars besides his bike, so I assumed everyone was home. 

As I walked toward the stairs, I realized it was eerily quiet for a Friday night and an entire family home. I made my way to Jeff's room, slowly opening the door. Empty.

I stood there for a moment, not entirely certain where to go from there. I turned to another door, about to push it open before I heard the water running from the next room. I paused, looked at the door, and then walked into the bathroom. 

The sink was clogged with what smelt like hair dye, and there were blood splatters on the counter. I froze in place, hearing a noise from the room I almost entered and starting to think through the situation. Something inside me screamed that I should leave, run for the door and call the police. But my curiosity would be my downfall.

I slowly walked back to the door, hearing rustling and slowly pushing it open. I stood still for a long time, a horrified expression stained on my features as I peered down at the scene before me. 

A gruesome masterpiece was painted on the bed, a woman with a smile cut onto her face and a man matching. They were sat up as if still alive, but I was gagging. Where was Jeff? Was he okay?

I quickly turned around to go to find him, my breath hitching. "Je-!" I was cut off as I crashed into a hard chest, gasping. I started stepping backward, immediately putting my hands up to slap over my mouth at the horrid stench from the familiar jacket and in shock as my eyes landed on face. It was cut, like the others, and a crazed look in his eye as he gripped one of my wrists. 

His eyelids were burnt, and he bared his teeth in a grin. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the prom, Claude. Forgive me?"

My legs seemed impossibly heavy, and it went black.

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