Obsession (A Jeff the Killer Fanfic)

Chapter 17: Hesitations

Okay guys! Here's a nice long chapter for you, to make up for the long wait. Enjoy ^-^

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   Grace

   

   As Jeff leads me back into the other room, Nico glares up at us. He's laying on the floor, chained down and unable to break loose despite his Killer strength. He looks like a trapped animal, still violent and fighting despite the impending torture he knows is coming for him.

  But, unlike the trapped animal, there is no desperation or fear in his eyes. Only the deranged look of a Killer in bloodlust. Oblivious to this, Jeff smiles and squats down next to him.

   "Aww, what's the matter? Don't like being tied up?"

  "I'd much prefer to see you tied up," he leers, looking at me. Before I can react, I see a blur; Jeff suddenly has a hand to Nico's throat, choking him.

  "You can make all the dirty little comments you'd like," he says calmly. "But it won't change the outcome of this. So do us all a favor and shut up." He lets go and stands back up, looking at me. Despite his anger, his black eyes soften when he looks at me. He tucks my hair behind my ears softly.

  "Wanna do the honors?"

  Despite all that Nico has done, I'm hesitant. I don't know why. Maybe it's the look in his eyes. He doesn't look like the boy I remember, not at all. This is some deranged parody of my once best friend. And though his old self is gone, I still don't want to destroy this monster. I don't want to be the one to end his life.

  I shake my head and say, "Nah, you can."

  "Alright, if you insist. Let's get this party started."

  He grabs a tray I hadn't noticed earlier, full of wickedly sharp-looking metal tools that gleam in the dim light. He picks up a surgical scalpel that looks almost delicate in his hand, and approaches Nico with it.

  "Jeff, where did those come from?" I ask. I don't really care, but I want to delay the moment.

  "Found it in this little room down the hall. From the looks of the room, he used it to torture his victims. It was his little operating room."

  I feel sick. Not because of any conscience (in fact, the idea of an "operating room" has my Killer brain intrigued), but because I can never imagine him hurting anyone. Even after he tried to force himself upon me.

  Which is why Nico must be destroyed. He's nothing but a bloodthirsty monster. You can say I'm a hypocrite, but to me, there's a difference between murdering a random human to satisfy your needs and murdering someone just because they got the girl. I don't expect humans to understand. They aren't Killers. They'll never understand.

  Jeff crouched down next to Nico, showing him the scalpel "Remember this?" He sneers, gently running the flat side of the blade down Nico's cheek. Nico merely grins, undisturbed.

  "It's about as lovely as my girl standing over there."

  Before he can even laugh at his own joke, Jeff lunges. He stabs the blade deep into Nico's cheek, just below his eye. He drags the blade down, leaving a deep scarlet line going down his face, and then yanks the blade out roughly. But Nico isn't fazed. He doesn't even grunt or cry out in pain. His uncaring attitude towards the pain bothers me. The Nico I knew was a bit of a baby. He teared up when he got blood drawn.

  "Don't talk about Grace, you little fuck," Jeff breathes heavily. "She's mine." He again raises the scalpel to Nico's skin.

  I can't stop myself; I put my hand on his shoulder, pulling him away.