The Hunt (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction)

14: Small Talk

     I sit with my back against the wall, staring out the window, waiting for Jeff to get back still. Had long had it been? I have no clue. The sun is far up into the sky now, though it wasn't enough to melt much of the snow. Despite living somewhere know for being warm, winters in my area are very cold, though they don't last very long.

     Jeff hasn't returned yet, but I'm not worried. I just wish I could get out of these damn clothes. I tried to eat a while ago, but the smell of vomit on me made it impossible.

     I still felt like crying despite the fact that I have no more tears left to cry. So instead I just thought about everything. It feels like everything changed in a matter of seconds, not months. Like just yesterday everything was normal, and now here I am hiding out in an abandoned home waiting for a immortal serial killer to get back with clothes for me.

     This has got to be a bad dream. Maybe I'm just in a coma and having one really long nightmare. I really wish that was the case. I can only pray it is. Maybe here in a few days I'll wake up in the hospital and find out I just got hurt real bad but none of this stuff with Jeff ever happened.

     Wishful thinking, but I do need to come to terms with this and I know it. This is my life now, isn't it? I don't know how bad it would be if the government caught me, but I have a feeling mercy is a foreign word to them. If one was willing to use his own daughter as bait, who knows what they'll do to me. 

     The sound of an approaching car interrupts my thoughts. Guess Jeff is finally back. I don't bother getting up, just stay staring at the sky while I wait for Jeff to come inside. I hear the car pull to a stop in front of the house and turn off. Foot steps, so very light, no doubt Jeff's. He walks so quietly without even trying. After so many years of doing what he does it must be like second nature to him. 

     Instead of coming inside however, Jeff walks around outside to the back of the house. I hear some things hit the ground, and Jeff continue to move around. Confused, I finally get up from the floor. 

     I have to take a second to get the stiffness out of my legs before being able to move, having sitting for so long. Once my legs have had a little warm up, I head out the back door to the house to see what Jeff is doing. 

     A little ways away from the house Jeff is clearing out a spot in the snow. Around him is an ax, a shovel, some rocks, pieces of fire wood, a bag of paper, and a bag of random things. I watch Jeff as he makes what I assume is going to be fire pit. 

     "Shouldn't you be asleep?" Jeff asks me. He doesn't turn to look at me, I didn't even know if he knew I was watching him until he spoke.

     "Can't sleep," I respond bluntly. Jeff nods his head, accepting my answer.

     Jeff is covered in blood again. I wonder how many he killed. I move a little closer, ignoring the cold. I would've thought it would be just as cold inside as outside, but I was wrong. It much colder out here. I end up standing a foot away from Jeff, still watching him.

     "You want some help?" I ask him.

     "Nah, I got this," Jeff replies, "Just keep standing there looking pretty for me."

     I make a gagging noise, matched with a disgusted face. This makes Jeff chuckle. I smile for a second, but quickly wipe it away. I shouldn't be smiling, there shouldn't be any joy in making this psycho laugh. I'm only stuck with him because I have to to survive, I don't have to enjoy being around him.

     I do have to admit, I like Jeff's chuckle. His sane one, the one that makes him almost seem normal.

     I pinch myself hard for thinking that. Bad to reality, Joey, he is a monster not your friend.