The Hunt (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction)

11: Hello & Goodbye

     It's the second week of winter break, and the days I'll have to go back to school is drawing closer and closer. I think the knowledge of having to go back to school was becoming more depressing than knowing Jeff may return at any moment. And as the days got closer, I knew Jeff would be returning soon. I could almost sense him looping back towards me, though as far as I could tell his trail was still cold. I couldn't find any stories of kills that seemed like Jeff's, and the forum I had found hadn't found anything either, but for some reason I knew Jeff would be coming back soon.

     Alex and I had talked more. I didn't know what to think about what he wanted to do. He explained his plan to me. We were going to meet in the woods, and then him and I would hide somewhere safe when Jeff came by while his friends dealt with Jeff. I didn't know how to tell him his plan might not work. But Jeff can't really be immortal, right? I mean, the bullets probably did just graze him. Or maybe he had one of those weird lucky moments like the stories of the war vets who later find out there is a bullet lodged in their brain. He has to be kill-able, there isn't any such thing as immortal.

     I decided when I see Jeff again, I'm checking for a scar on his forehead. If there is one there, I will believe what those on that forum said. If not, I'll write it off as the madness getting to them. Maybe Jeff will drive me that mad one day too, maybe that's his goal.

     I lay in bed, unsure of the time, as usual, staring at the ceiling, also as usual. My arm no longer aches, I've add more cuts in myself. I've thought an awful lot about killing myself. Even if Jeff will leave me alone, I'll never be the same again. Will I be able to handle life anymore? Will I still go mad? Jeff already has a tight grip on me, will I ever truly escape it? Will life be worth continuing?

     It's with all these thoughts that I fall asleep for the first time in what must've been a couple days, though I'm never really sure anymore.

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     While my brain didn't fully process the sounds that woke me up, I already knew to panic. I jumped from my bed, where I laid in the exact position I had fallen asleep in, and stood alert. I was ready to dash whatever way I needed to if in danger. After standing for a minute, I realize the loud sound is multiple sirens. They were right outside. I ran to the window and flung open the curtains.

     Part of me instantly regretted my actions, the sight in front of me being one I never wanted to see. I couldn't look away though, my eyes are stuck on the gruesome scene. The police quickly ran around, obliviously panicking themselves. Some rush to set up police tape, while others rush to push away all people from seeing the seen. It seemed like were trying their best not to step onto the murder scene yet, but they couldn't figure out how to stop everyone from seeing the bodies.

     My neighbors across the street, the cheating wife and her husband, lay dead in the snow. Well, I can only assume its them since it's outside their home. There was no telling from the bodies, which were only red and mush. From what I could tell, they appeared more wounds than not. Both their heads looked completely smashed in as well. They lay on their backs, I think, seemingly set to look like two lovers staring at the sky. Around them was a bloody heart in the snow.

     "Do you like it?" Jeff asks. I look to my left as he walks out of my closet, a smile on his face. The lack of insanity in his face only made the scene more terrifying. He is covered in blood, a bloody knife in his right hand, but he looks at me like this was normal, like he set up some beautiful surprise to ask me to prom, not a murder scene.

     "I made it just for you," He tells me, "I worked really hard on it. I knew it had to be them, I remembered how much you laughed when the whore wife was finally caught cheating."