Turning Back Time [Jeff The Killer : Homicidal Liu]

First Painting

Liu had found himself curled up on top of something stiff but soft. Pushing himself off the ground, he reached for his head, which was vibrating with pain.

"When did I fall asleep", he muttered.

His vision slowly came back into focus, remembering where he was. He had just found his brother, and made a deal with him.

Sadly, he was partially joking. He didn't want to kill people. He did however want to understand why his brother did it. If not that, then why he had killed his family. Liu was lucky to even have survived the attack.

Standing up, the stiff pieces of clothing clung to him. He peeled them off, examining them.

"Oh gross", he exclaimed, tossing them far away. He had just dozed in a pile of blood stained clothing.

Something loud banged across the building. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen his brother yet. Frantically he looked towards the door, hoping to see him and not someone else. What would he say if a stranger had come in?

Jeffrey had his arms hooked under a body, dragging it across the floor, blood thinning out from underneath him. Jeffrey released the body, wiping at his forehead and sighing.

"Geez! You are way heavier than you look!"

Jeffrey turned around, seeing his brother had finally awaken.

"You're up just in time! Ready to get messy?"

Jeffrey laughed sardonically, Liu staring at him awkwardly. What had he gotten himself into?

Oddly enough, the smell was worst than the sight.

"Jeffrey? What are you doing?"

Jeffrey composed himself, brushing his black shirt down as if to act professional.

"Well, you said you wanted to make art. I brought you a human model."

Liu went back and forth between the corpse and his brother. His gaze stopped on the deranged leather face, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You thought I would actually kill someone? That's insane!"

Jeffrey laughed, sauntering towards his brother. He gently placed his hand on his shoulder, keeping as calm of a look as he could upon his face.

"Oh Liu... You said you'd make art! We made a deal! Unless of course..."

Jeffrey paused behind him, wrapping his arm around his neck like he was an old pal. With his free hand, he lifted a knife to Liu's face. The edge dragged along his cheek, but not enough to break the surface.

"You want me to make a masterpiece out of you. Oh the beauty my hands can create. You'll die to see it!"

Liu stepped away from Jeffrey, turning so his back wasn't to him. This had to be something more than painkillers to make him this sadistic.

"Alright alright", he spoke weakly.

Jeffrey held the knife out towards his brother. He knew even if Liu turned on him, he would fail and die in the process.

Liu took the knife with shaking hands, gripping the hilt awkwardly with both hands.

"One hand. You're carving, not stabbing", said Jeffrey's deep voice.

Liu dropped one hand, readjusting the knife in his hand. He turned to the corpse, staring at it with wide eyes. What was it he had learned from his therapist? To understand a person's situation, you must put yourself in their shoes. This might be taking it a bit too far.

A few steps forward and he towered above the man. Liu kneeled down, studying the face of the unsuspected victim. His face still held the terror Liu imagined him having when he was killed. Even with the glazed eyes, it was painfully evident.

The knife trembled in his hand, unsure of what he should do. He turned his head back towards Jeffrey, his brother gesturing him to go on. Looking at his face gave him an idea.

Turning back to the corpse, he lowered the knife towards the eyes. Using one hand, he held the skin tight around the lids. The tip of the knife sunk into the flesh, finding its ways around the natural shape.

Chills ran up Liu's body. An unexpected rush of adrenaline had hit him, rather than feeling the expected guilt and shame.

Liu continued to do the same to the other eye. He dropped the knife, now smearing the blood vertically down the corpses cheeks. A smile crept its way onto his face as he did so. This was proving to be somewhat entertaining.

Done with the eyes, he moved onto the nose. Holding the knife again, he sliced the tip of it off neatly, the nostrils now on the surface.

Lastly, he disfigured the mouth. He made jagged, vertically lines, cutting it into the shape of a jack-o-Lateran smile. The pieces of flesh were tossed aside.

"What an interesting portrayal", Jeffrey noted, standing directly behind Liu.

He kneeled down, roughly turning Liu's head towards him. Jeffrey locked eyes, Liu trying to avert his gaze.

"Look at me", Jeffrey demanded.

Liu didn't listen. Jeffrey slapped him, then grabbed his face again. Liu didn't need to be told another time.

"How did it feel? The knife plunging into his flesh, tearing the skin. Smearing the blood and painting a picture."

Liu traced the carved mouth of the corpse, his pale skin dyed with the crimson red. He didn't want to give into the satisfactory of his brother and tell him that it pumped his blood, but he didn't want to become Jeffrey's next canvas. At least his words wouldn't be a lie.

Liu looked up at his brother, expectancy in his lidless eyes.

"It felt", he paused. Should he really say it?

Before he could think anymore, he spit the words out.

"It felt exciting."