My Peace and Serenity (A Jeff The Killer Story)

Chapter 7

The man with murky brown eyes slammed down his hatchet, sending a surge of agony through my nerves. The blade hit my lower arm, a few inches below my elbow. I screamed and wailed, my throat filled with bile as the pain made me nauseous. My throat split, the glands in my throat ripping apart from my screams.

The hit merely broke my skin, cutting through my nerves and tissue. When the man realized his unsuccessful tread he lifted the blade again and slammed it back down with a much harder force, sending my blood gushing and splattering on the ground below, pooling under me in large quantities. I thrashed my right arm and legs, crying out for help so loud I feared I'd never talk again after tonight.
My arm hung by a few tendons and I couldn't move it anymore. The man lifted his weapon a third time and threw it into my arm. I felt a little lighter as I leaned on my right arm, looking down at my shoulder and seeing that the area just below my elbow was gone. I whined and groaned between my sobs of agony. The murderer stepped away from my body, allowing me to grasp at my left arm, holding it close. I wailed as tears fell from my eyes, my face red and eyes puffy from both Jason's beating and my own disheartened state.

The man tilted his head menacingly, before rearing his arms back again and aiming for my head. I cover my face with my good arm. Squeezing my eyes closed I cried "NO! PLEASE DON'T!!!"

In a single moment I felt a gust of wind brush past me, replacing the fleeting sense of death that I was expecting. I looked past my fingers, my sight worse than before as blood still spilled from my body. I held my forehead and felt my consciousness slip in and out. Another figure came running at me, catching my body as I fell backwards. From the position I was in, more blood had spurted from my wound.

I was wrapped in strong arms as sounds of forced movement and grunts of impact sounded from a few feet away. I looked up at the person who caught me, blue swelling my vision so quickly I thought I had passed out, though sighed in sharp relief as I saw someone with auburn hair and a blue mask. The man that caught me spoke sharply though even my hearing began to falter, making anything from a few moments to minutes of silence before becoming a muffled mess. I could faintly hear through the void, hearing something about "losing a lot of blood" and "we don't have time for this!"

I turned to the person the boy was talking to, eyes widening as a man with white clothes stood over the murderer. I tried to listen to the words being said, my tired state becoming immensely harder to handle and I worried if I was going into shock.

The man in white growled and pulled out what appeared, to me anyway, as a knife. He held the knife in my direction and spoke in a rough, pissed off tone. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?!" He started, "You weren't supposed to intervene with her life!"

The murderer lowered his weapon and looked over at me. He lowered his mask to speak to the other person, smirking. "You slipped up on that 'protection detail' I figured I'd help out a little"

"By stealing her arm?!"

The murderer simply laughed, but then...he didn't. Suddenly his face contorted to one of horror as he glanced around as if he had no idea where he was. When he saw me, brown eyes meeting my bloodshot orbs, he backed away with disregard to the man he was talking to. Before the man in white could say anything else the murderer dashed into the road, heading toward the woods that surrounded the highway.

The man in white sighed and put away his knife, turning to me with pained eyes, he rushes to my side and falls to his knees, holding me close. I feel content in this strangers embrace despite how I didn't even know who he was. I tried to see his face clearly but it was useless against the growing fuzz in my vision. The man in white looked up to the man with the blue mask.

"We have to get her out of here" he said, voice pleading. "Can you fix her at the hideout?"

The masked male met his gaze though I couldn't see his eyes, nods and says "She doesn't have much time if we don't tourniquet this wound" Then, as if on command, the man in white removed his shirt and wrapped it around my wound, temporarily dressing my arm. I whimpered as my exposed nerve touched the cloth. The male picked me up gently and began bringing me to the woods. I wanted to scream for him to take me home, that my arm hurts and I wanted Bethany and Daniel to hold me.