Friends (a Jeff the killer story)

We stared at each other, hunched over, huffing and soaked. The rain beats our backs in anger. His electric blue, unblinking eyes didn't leave my dull green ones. I blinked, just to annoy him. Then, we both lunged again. My defence to his offence make us move in perfect rhyme. He hit me in the chest. I stumbled back and dodged the left throwing hand. His right had a kitchen knife. His smile widened with each stride and movement. I was hit by the cold metal. I winced and fell back. Darkness consumed me...

***

Two years earlier...

"Mom? Can I go to Sarah's tonight?" I asked politely. I've always been a child at heart, polite type of teenager.

"Don't you have to work?" She asked.

"Lexi took my shift to earn extra for her wedding."

"Did you finish your science project?"

"Yes." I waited...

"I don't care then," she finally said.

"Yes!"

"But, clean your room first," she chuckled. "You win this battle," I joked.

As you see, I was once normal. A normal teen with probably ten friends max, short, thick blonde hair, and the ugliest green eyes. Then, my life went to hell.

After I finished my room, gathered my stuff and was out the door, it was already dark. I looked around like an idiot, with that one voice in my head saying, "Oh look! Stars!" I huffed and pulled my phone out of my pocket.

E.Z.I.O. Click! The home screen faded in with a picture of my favorite videogame character, Ezio from Assassin's Creed. I opened the 'Tools' folder and turned on my flashlight.

As I walked towards Sarah's house, the paranoia began to set in. I had two or three miles to go. It wasn't going to be pretty.

With one and a half miles left, someone exited a large neighborhood and kept close behind me. I quickened my pace. He didn't. My mini heart attack was over, for now.

I started to hum a song. It wasn't helping, but it was fun. 'Show me how it ends, it's alright. Show me how-'

"Defenceless you really are. Satisfied and empty inside, well that's alright... Sorry. Did I scare you?" He sang in such an unnaturally deep voice. He loomed over me, nearly two more feet taller.

"A-a little," I replied.

"That's good. Your a honest one. I can deal with you for a while," he hissed.

"What do y-" I couldn't finished. A white rag went over my face. I quickly began to pass out.

***

When I woke up, I was in a small, brown room with one door. My bag-o-stuff was across the room. I stood up, but quickly crash landed again. There were shackles around my ankles, my hands were handcuffed behind my back, a chain round my stomach was nailed into the wall, and there was a shock collar around my neck.

"Morning," he said. I looked at him for the first time and wanted to barf. His mouth was poorly cut and stitched into a smile. His eyes were dark and the flesh around them were scarred. His black hair was short and fake looking, some patches were even missing. But, he did a good job covering it up with the rest of that greasy mop on his head.

"I said MORNING," he hissed.

"Mornin'..." I hissed back.

"Thank you," he stared and it burned into my soul. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm not going to kill you! Isn't that a nice thing to do?"

"Then wh-"

"ANSWER MY QUESTION, RIGHT NOW!!!" He screamed.

"Yes! Yes!" I cried. I used my legs to push myself back. He just grabbed me by the collar of my blue shirt and held me up to his face.

"Why are you here, you ask?" He threw me down. "I need money."

"Oh great!" I groaned.

He bent down and got in my face, "WHAT?!"

"You're one of 'them'..."

"I'm me! I'm Jeff! No one else!"

"Jeff who?" I spat.

"Jeff... the killer..."

I was instantly terrified. I was scared of this man since the day I learned his name. I couldn't stand the look of his face, but he was much worse in person. Hot tears started to roll down my cheeks.

I started remembering everything I loved most in my life. My dad's image appeared in my head. My hero. My saviour. If I could get ahold of him, he'd send Jeff straight to Hell.

"Daddy..." I whimpered involuntarily. More tears fell.

"Ohhhh! Someone who will pay for you, hmm?"

"My whole family would pay for me, you freak!"

"Hey! NO!!" He grabbed my face, "Be NICE!"

"Do to others in which you would want done to you," I hissed. I spit in his face, and he jumped back.

He wiped the spit from his left, pale cheek and gave me to death glare. "Name. Now!"

"What?"

"Full name!"

"Why?" I questioned.

"I WILL CUT OUT YOU TONGUE UNLESS YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME RIGHT NOW!!!" He screamed, grabbing me by the neck and holding on tightly.

"Bri...ana... West...." I choked out.

He lifted me until the stomach chain caught me and forced me to stay in that one spot. The white skin where his eyebrows had once been made his unblinking eye have an emotion. Pure rage.

"You will cooperate or I will just kill you now. I don't need the money that bad. Actually, I don't need it at all. But, in order to hide from cops and keep from being seen easier, I have to have money," he hissed.

"Saving up for plastic surgery? Because you need it," I snapped back.

He roared and threw me to the ground. Before he left, he pulled a remote from his black jeans pocket. I was shocked to the point of passing out...