Friends (a Jeff the killer story)

Friends

1:39 am Nov 3. 2014

I sat in my steel chair with a doughnut and coffee in front of me on a white table. I stared at the chocolate icing and secretly wished for a PB-n-J sandwich.

"Hey, sweetie. It's over now," a female cop said. Behind her, two other cops dragged a knocked out Jeff through the station. I watched in anger and pity.

Something made it hard for him to shoot me...

"Can I talk to him?"

"What," the cop asked.

"C-can I talk to him?" I looked up at her.

She nodded, "After we restraint him.

***

3:27 am Nov 3 2014

I knew people were watching us. The one-way mirror room from every cop show in the world was real. I looked at Jeff. The white straight jacket looked like a part of his skin. The muzzle over his mouth and his dark eyes scared me more than his normal face.

I pushed my chair away from the table and stood up. Jeff watched my every step. I untied the muzzle and set it on the silver table. Then, I sat back down.

"Missed me, hmm?" He smiled.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

He stared. His playful smile had faded.

"I threatened you. I said I was going to kill you, and gave you a chance to kill me. But, you didn't."

"Did you want to die?" He asked.

"No. But, yes," I said.

"Your confused?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because, you treated me horribly, but..."

"But what?" He pushed.

"But, you were protecting me," I looked him in the eyes.

"From?"

"That thing in the woods," I replied.

He shot up like a rocket, "DID YOU LOOK!?"

"No! I swear!"

He sat back down, looking in his lap.

"Why do you care so much," I said, standing up.

"Because... I wanted a friend. But, everyone is scared of me. So, I took one by force. And it worked!"

I stared at him. Me and him, friends? Yeah right! I walked to the door, looked at him once more, and left. The smile on his face haunted me as I planned my revenge.

***

5 months later...

I got a job as a janitor at the Walmart five minutes away from my apartment. I lived alone, due to everyone being afraid of me and the fact I was the one who put Jeff the killer in jail. I also lost my parents.

I sat in my living room, watching Doctor Who from Netflix on my flat screen TV. The bank and the military were paying for everything I bought. The TV was my only 'advantage.' I mostly bought things I just needed.

There was a camera in every room of my house but the bedroom and both bath rooms. In there, the cameras faced outside and were attached to the windows.

The cameras were for my protection, but they were used to watch and see if I was also guilty in Jeff's return to the public. But, since all I do is is watch TV, talk to my dad, and work, there wasn't much to use against me.

One night, as I was watching the news before work, a special alert went off. "Breaking news! Jeff the killer has broken out of jail. Keep your children and teens inside! Lock all the doors and windows. If you have a fire place, start a fire. Please be safe and alert." The lady said.

I turned it off. Guess I'm not going to work. Or out. Ever. I got a text from Davis, the police chief. 'You have the right to attack and/or kill first. We'll play it off as self defense.'

I smiled. I decided to go to work. I put a gun that was hidden under my pillow in my belt, the one my dad sent me while he was leaving for Afghanistan and after my rescue. Then, I got dressed in my blue and tan Walmart uniform.

As I was walking to my small, white pick up truck, something felt off. I smiled and hopped in the car. While I was exiting the apartment complex, a slim, white blur, followed by a THUNK, shook the back of my truck.

I stopped and unlocked the doors. I knew the police and army could see me through the camera. Jeff was dangerous and killed probably ten thousand people. He jumped out of the back and slid into the passenger.

"Miss me?" He croaked.

"No. You?"

"Yes..."

My cheeks got hot. I pulled the gun out and held it to his stomach. "Move and I shoot."

"Walmart, hmm?"

"You ruined my life," I hissed.

"And you ruined mine. I thought about you every day for five months."

"And?"

"Your my friend. Be nicer," he looked at me. That face... I started to shake because he was watching. His eyes narrowed.

"Say you missed me," he growled.

"But I didn't," I said.

"SAY IT!"

"No!"

"I said... SAY! IT!" He screamed louder. He grabbed the gun and pointed it at my head. I winced at the pain of the metal hitting me in the side of my skull.

"No," i hissed.

He roared and pulled the wheel. The next moments were a blur. A mixture of me screaming at Jeff to stop. Jeff shooting the roof. Us falling in a ditch.