Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 16- Time Alone With Jeff

Paris's point of view~

Running was all I could think about, running away from that monster. Despite the ache and stinging pain that ricocheted in my limbs, I kept pressing on. A sense of dread within me as if Jack was right behind me. I was scolding myself as I went aimlessly down the road.

"Stupid, stupid! Why didn't you get rid of that stupid clown a while ago? Why would keep a clown anyway?!" I shout at myself. 

As I ran by shouting nonsense the random citizens outside stared at me and looked at me like I was some sort of crazy. I must have looked like it. I felt tears roll down my face and was surprised to feel them. I stop and hide between two buildings, sitting in the alleyway I wipe my eyes and look at the puddle in front of me. My mascara was smeared reminding me of Jack's dark eyes.

I strike at the puddle to ripple the mirage of the monochrome clown and curl into myself. I didn't know why I was crying, why I felt such feelings towards a damn clown, towards a murderer! My heart was breaking at seeing the look on his face at the word 'monster', but my brain was telling me that this psycho clown was going to kill me. Such mixed emotions resonate through me that I don't know what to feel. 

While I was crying into my knees I hear a splash in front of me. I look up immediately thinking I was going to get jumped but to my dismay it was just Jeff. He stood above me smirking with his wicked chelsea grin. 

"What's with the long face Princess?" he asks with a sneer.

"What's it to you jackass?" I grumble and look away from him- he was just like Jack.

Jeff shrugs "I enjoy a nice chase, cat and mouse is fun to me." he says twirling his knife.

"Going to kill me then kitty?" I ask halfheartedly.

Jeff was quiet a moment but I heard his gruff voice say, "No. You're too witty for this kitty." 

Lifting my head I looked into Jeff's eyes, they were a bright baby blue. A stark contrast to his personality and his looks. He must have been like me once. I couldn't help but wonder what he was like when he was like me and I happened to be foolish enough to let my mouth speak before my brain could realize what a bad idea this was.

"Jeff, what were you like when you were human?"

The killer goes across the alley, lurking in the shadows, pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head so I can only see his grin. If someone with a grin like his could frown, he was. 

"What's it to you?" He grumbles.

I look at his body language. Stiff, rigid, and still. I had made a psychotic killer uncomfortable. I had the upper hand mentally at the moment. Watching his body language I could tell he was taking a trip down memory lane.

"What were you like as a normal boy? Were you sporty, loving, family-oriented?" I list.

With each word I say he cringes, the corner of his mouth twitching. 

"I figure everyone has to be normal before they turn into the villain. How did you end up the way you did?" I drill the questions into Jeff, trying to bend him to my will with persuasion. 

He grumbles, "I'm the villain?" but his shoulders slump- I had won the mental battle. 

Jeff minded his distance as he sat down across from me, sliding down the brick wall. He sighs and began telling me about his family, especially about his older brother Liu. He explained to me how moving had affected him, leading him to begin fighting with a group of bullies that threatened Liu and his lives for lunch money.

As he continued his tale I felt a pang in my heart, and pity for him. Really, it wasn't all Jeff's fault. It was this kid Randy's fault that Jeff ended up the way he did. The bleach probably messed with Jeff's mind. 

"That's so stupid! It's not even your fault!" I shout with clenched fists.

Jeff laughs, his laugh sounds malevolent. "It's not my fault that I killed my family?"

"Well... I mean you can see it in two different lights." I murmur then look at him, shadows cover his eyes but I try to look into them anyway. "I believe you're still innocent, and that none of this is your fault."

Jeff looked shocked. He looked scared. He almost looked like a cornered cat as he squeezes against the wall and clenches his fists.

"What?" I question.

"Nobody has ever said that to me before." Jeff whispers. "Nobody sees my side."

I smile a little, "It's okay Jeff. I understand you completely."

Jeff stood up and stuffs his hands in his pockets like a total teenager. He looks down so I can't see his face. "I wanted to kill you so bad. Now I don't know if I can. What did you do to me?"

"I didn't give you any catnip kitty, if that's what you're hinting." I smirked.

He scoffs. "Fine. Do you really want to help Jack?"

"Duh. If he has a story like you then I want to help, of course." I comment and stand up, favoring my injured leg.

"Alright, fine. Let me tell you the story of Laughing Jack the Monochrome Clown." 

(So, it's probably been forever but... I just have no creative ideas. No motive. It's just kinda hard to write or even draw. It sucks ): but if you have ideas please feel free to message me and get in contact. Then chapters will come more frequently when I have no work/school. Thanks for your patience and kind comments! Love you all lots creepy crew! / Rebel)