Twisted Psyche (Jeff the Killer Story)

(Rewritten)Chapter 3

Akeith:

After the run in with the man, I decided to cut my walk short and head straight to my apartment. For some reason I think there is now an imaginary target on me, and it's making me flinchy.

After having pushing myself through crowds of people, I managed to make it to the outside of the apartment complex, easing my nerves only slightly.

Looking up at the night sky i grumble then sigh and run my fingers through my hair.

As I walk through the registration the 'skank' confronts me with a seductive smile on her face, running her finger on my chest.

Does she not know how to take a fucking hint?

I really wanted to break her fingers one by one.

"Surely you can't resist this? Resist me." She purrs with vigor only heard of.

I shove the skank before pinning her to the wall, an dark murderous look on her face

"It is YOU who can't resist me you worthless cougar. You keep harassing me crack whore and I won't be responsible for the outcome." I growl.

Her seductive smile is wiped off her face, and she has hurt flash across her eyes. I watch as fear fills her eyes, my tone i used was dark and very annoyed. She hunched down as her eyes begin to water.

I roll my eyes.

"Tears won't do you any good. Now leave me alone, I don't want to be touch by you, I don't want to hear you, I don't want to even see you, so be at least semi intelligent and fuck off." I say with a cold mocking smirk, before I drop her from the pin and shove her away.

"Find a man your age old cow." I growl, storming up the stairs.

Once I'm within my apartment, I throw my back-pack on the kitchen counter, before sitting down in my worn chair, and staring vacantly out the window. I hear a click from the clok, and instinctually I stand to my feet before walking out of my apartment and straight to the work out room, which was at least semi decent.

Locking the entrance door behind me, I start doing push ups, scrunches, sit-ups, pull ups, and just about every other exercise you can think of. My breathing was heavy, and my heart beat was accelerating. I didn't have any strain working out, I was so used to working out i didn't even really break a sweat. Grabbing up a jump rope, I begin jumping, twirling the rope over me. I was in the room for over an hour, I really didn't pay too much attention to the time.

Soon i stopped exercising, already knowing the time before I even had to look at the clock.

8:30 p.m

I put everything I used back in order and head back to my apartment. Once I was back within my apartment, I head straight towards the shower, as I do so I couldn't have sworn I heard my front door open, but I shrugged it off because I had locked it. And only I had a key, besides the front manager whom held a spare.

I pull my clothes off after I had adjusted the heat of the shower. Steam fogged the mirror up blocking my view of the scars that littered my body.

Sighing, I step within the hot water, before leaning against the shower wall, letting the water roll down my muscles.

After I finished showering, I step out and dry myself off before pulling out a black tank top from under my sink as well as a pair of black sweats. Quickly I put them on, before pulling my towel around my neck, and some on it on my head as I dry it off.

While I dried my hair, I walk out of the bathroom, only to sense something was off. I looked around my dark apartment, the moonlight the only light source available. Had I been near the light switch, I would have turned the lights on, but unfortunately it was on the other side of the room.