I Hate That I Love You (JeffxJane)

Sacrifices

This oneshot will be about- actually this is kind of spoiling ya if I said the plot. But the clue would be the title itself.

What are the sacrifices Jeff and Jane made for each other without even knowing?

And what  happens if one of them risks their life for the other?

(Jeff's POV)

Just another day on the job, trying to make everyone in the world beautiful.

I was already in my target's house. The place was owned by a very rich man but I couldn't care less as to what nor who he was.

My insanity could only ever be satiated by one sight..... the sight of SPILT BLOOD.

That's all that ever mattered.

And I succumb to it, blood gushing out of organs and body parts deemed to be interesting in my eyes. The beautiful glazing red liquid forming a new kind of art on the walls and floors.

The job was already done, the family made beautiful and already put to sleep.

Not long I heard heels clicking.

Just in time.

"Oh, Janey~" I called for her. Wherever I went she'd always be near.

Unexpectedly I turned to see a cop aiming a gun at me.

BANG

The ringing in my ears disoriented me for a split second, my vision focusing on a black blur that was in front of me. Surprised to see familiar black soulless eyes staring back at me. Blood dripping from the corner of  her mask as she held on to her back side.

"You're one careless son of a b*tch." She coughed.

She threw a knife without even looking, it flew across the room nailing the forehead of a cop to the wall a few feet away.

"Jane, what the-" she cut me off and pointed a blood covered finger towards me as she struggled to speak.

"You, Jeff the Killer are my sworn enemy whom I vowed to kill. And I won't let anyone else take your life away. Got it?"

Those were your last words before you dropped unconscious to the ground.

I was left bewildered at the events that had just transpired.

You took a bullet for me.... literally.

Confusion etched away at the core of my psychotic mind. Questions and thoughts flooded me.

I wonder.....

Why did you do it?

Shouldn't you be hoping for my demise?

Gambling your safety for the life that you'll be extinguishing later.

It would seem to be a far fetched excuse, does it not?

And why do I feel that there's something eating me from the inside out?

It felt foreign yet at the same time familiar. I felt this before, long buried under the madness of my new world.

I believe it is what humans would call GUILT.

It's rather different from my usual feeling towards you. Annoyance always seemed much more reasonable.

I always thought you were a nuisance. Some fly that won't ever leave me alone. Sprouting the same nonsense and absurdity called justice.

Countless encounters led me to memorize your repetitive monologue. It's like a script you embedded in the back of your head.