The Killer's Girl (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 43- Once a Killer, Always a Killer

Jeff's P.O.V.

I ran as fast as I could through the house, searching for my victims. My killer senses kicked in and I forgot about everything else. Half of me could control my anger and murderous attitude, while the other half of me was a killing-machine. Right now, everything inside of me was exploding with rage. I'd been controlling my anger for far too long.

It was late, about two o'clock. Iris was at home, in bed. I made sure Smile was by her to protect her.

I came across my first victim, a middle aged man sleeping on his couch. He had a short beard and was wearing a white shirt. I gripped my knife in hand. He wasn't meant to have my beauty. He needed to die.

"Go to sleep..." I whispered. He sat up, but I was too quick. Before he knew it, I was on top of him, repeatedly stabbing his chest. Blood was everywhere and I was soaked in it. I let out a loud laugh.

When I looked up, a teenage girl was standing in the hallway. "Daddy...?" she whimpered. "Daddy's dead, Princess. Don't worry, you'll see him soon. Go to sleep..." Before she could respond, I charged at her. My knife slashed into her stomach. She screamed, her blonde hair being dipped in her blood. I rapidly began to rip out her innards and throw them everywhere. Laughing, I kicked her dead body a few feet.

Quickly, I scampered up the stairs and laughed. This was so much fun! It had been so long since I'd just gone out and released my pent up anger. I was covered in blood and the general downstairs area was a bloodbath.

I darted into a room. There wasn't anyone in here. It felt familiar. Had I been here before? It looked like the room of a teenage boy, but who? It took me a minute. When I saw the picture frame of Zachary and Iris, I knew. I had been here before. This made it all the more satisfying.

After that, I began to search for more victims in the house. When I found an old woman, I smirked. Readying my knife, I stabbed her in the chest. She was too old to be Zach's mom. She was probably his grandmother. I hacked and slashed, blood staining the sheets and walls. I couldn't help myself. Every bit of frustration was being taken out on these people.

Finally, I found my last victim of the night. Well, there were technically two people still living, not counting me. An older woman who was definitely Zach's mother, and toddler, Zach's little brother.

Under normal circumstances, I would've killed them both. However, a part of me wanted that boy to suffer more than anyone I'd ever caused damage to. I don't know why, he just looked like a little twat. So, I spared his life and took the life of his mother.

I crept up on her. She resembled her son so much... So naturally, I put her through the most pain. I stabbed both of her arms and legs three times. They gushed out blood and I watched as she cried out in pain. "No help is coming, ma'm. Sorry. Now, do me a favor and go to sleep. I strangled her with one hand and dug my knife into her chest. When the life left her eyes, I smirked. I could go gloat to the not that I'd killed his whole family, but decided against it.

Slender Man teleported me home. I'd managed to calm myself down. Good, now I could control my anger a bit better.

I ran home to Iris. She was four and a half months pregnant now. It was common for her to sleep for long periods of times.

Ripping my jacket off, I slept shirtless next to her that night. I wrapped my arm around her. "I love you, Iris. It may seem that I'm brutal and senseless sometimes, but I do in fact love you." I whispered into her ear. I wasn't sure if she had heard me, but I needed to say it.