The Song of a Killer (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Chapter 6

I screamed the whole way down. Or up, more rather. It felt like we were being sucked through one of those tube waterslides you find at an amusement park. It was a strange feeling, since the wind was blowing toward our heads, just like a normal jump would feel like. The darkness was creepily invigorating. For some strange reason, I liked it, but at the same time, I was ready to get out of the seemingly never-ending tunnel. Right after I had this thought, the two of us shot out of the opposite end of the well with great force. We were at least about five feet in the air upon exit. Jeff leaned forward a little bit in order to land on the ground directly in front of the well. He landed in a wide stance, keeping both of us from collapsing to the ground like we had after jumping out of the mansion. I looked up at him with wondering eyes and stared at the twisted grin he had plastered upon his face. He looked down at me and threw me onto the grass. I took in my surroundings. We were in another forest, only this one was alive and green. Many conifer trees surrounded the area and grass and moss covered the forest floor. I looked up toward the sky and saw it was bright blue and cloudless. The sun beamed down on me in attempt to warm me up from the cold world I was previously in. I shook my head and turned my attention to Jeff. Lifting myself off of the ground, I growled at him and started to stagger into the woods. He darted after me and gripped my wrist.

"I will be taking you to your home," he snarled menacingly.

"I think I can get there by myself," I snapped back.

"Too bad."

And with that, he swept me off of my feet, threw me over his shoulder, and started walking through the forest. I groaned in disagreement and protest, but he still held on tightly to me. After making noises like this in protest for a while, I realized that once again, he was not going to let me have a choice in this matter. Was he trying to prove something to me, again? If that's the case, I'm really getting quite annoyed with it. We traveled for about thirty minutes before we reached the opening of the woods. The entrance displayed the view of my town from a considerable distance, probably about 300 feet, and was at the top of a hill on the outskirts of town. People used to watch fireworks during the holiday season here about eleven years ago, but then there were reports of several kidnappings and missing persons cases happening around this area, so the police found it suitable to block off the area from the citizens. I chuckled aloud at the thought, blocking it off obvious didn't keep me from getting kidnapped and brought here!

Jeff started to carefully walk down the hill, toward the chain-link fence that surrounded the forest area. When he reached the destination, he threw me over the fence and proceeded to hop over it himself. I landed the ground with a thud and a slight crunch. I yelped in pain and attempted to push myself off of the ground, failing miserably due to the immense amount of pain in my right wrist. I clutched it with my left hand and looked at it with tears in my eyes. I guess that meant that whatever was in Masky's syringe has worn off, and I am now vulnerable to pain and all of its glory once again. Jeff laughed at my attempt to pick myself up off the ground and scooped me up in his arms once again. I glared at him with as much hatred as I could muster, hoping he would stop laughing at me. He never did. Instead, he proceeded to laugh harder and mock me.

"Way to fail, princess! Your weight must be a 'wrist'ful for your fragile self!" he guffawed.

"If I'm so heavy, how are you carrying me?"

"I'm stronger than you, obviously!"

"I broke. My wrist. Because of you. I would have been able to pick myself up if you had not thrown me so violently over the fence!"

"So it's my fault for breaking your wrist?"

"You freaking threw me over the fence! Of course it is!"