Chrysalis (Jeff The Killer) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 10: Unpleasantries

"Trick or Treat!"

"Go away."

I slammed the door shut and groaned. It was the fifth time some kids dressed as monsters had knocked on the door and begged for candy. Not to mention, Halloween wasn't even official until the next day, so a few brats were a little early, and because of that, I was in a much worse mood than I typically was. Why did I hate this day more than any other day of the year? Not only because of the candy-begging brats, but also one more reason;

My birthday, the 30th of October and the day I resented the most. It only proved that I was an omen of bad luck, the day before Halloween and literally "the Devil's night". Oh, the irony was so noticeable that one would not even need a magnifying glass to spot it. The Reaper's daughter, born on the night of the Devil and still breathing, it could only imply that something unpredictable would occur, and it already had.

It had been almost two weeks and still not a single sign of Jeff, not that I was expecting anything either. In fact, I was glad the asshole finally decided to give me a break, though others could not say the same. He was still out there, killing more and more people as the day passed. After just two weeks, over twenty humans all around town had been declared dead. I bet that if he continued for like a year or something, the entire town would've been wiped entirely clean, and as brutal as it sounds, I didn't know whether that was a good thing or bad thing, seeing it as the entire population was practically composed of nothing but morons and obnoxious assholes, with a limited exceptions.

But I wasn't going to grant him the satisfaction by saying that I agreed with his actions. Sure, almost everyone I knew in town were complete idiots and all that, but they were still lives, and unlike my father, I found it within myself to accept that about them without going all serial killer and shit. I didn't want to kill anyone, but I didn't exactly within me to preserve them either.

Wait, what the hell was I thinking about?

I looked over at the clock and saw the numbers 11.56 displayed. "It's not even twelve and people still bother to go out to bother other people?" I was all alone as Samantha left early that morning to the station to deal with more of the crimes which had yet to be solved, not that I expected them to do that anytime soon. She had given me clear instructions as to not go out without some sort of weapon, and I was still relieved that she still trusted me enough to say that. After all, not many people placed me on the list of "Favored Citizens of Shitville", and I was content with that as long as I knew that I at least had someone who backed me up.

But I still hadn't heard a word from Victor, and since Samantha was practically gone the entire time, I was pretty much all alone at home. I wasn't complaining about trivial shit like that or anything, loneliness never left so why the hell would I need to speak of it at all? Besides, I often spent my birthdays alone to the point where I just viewed it as another insignificant day of the year. Besides, what the hell was there to celebrate? That my mother had given birth to the child of a sociopathic serial killer? Doesn't sound much like a celebration to me, more like a condolence. However, it did feel kinda melancholic to know that at the end of the day, you're always on your own.

A memory suddenly flashed across my mind, one I had not thought about in a long time. While my father was still my dad, I remembered that we would spend the day eating together at a nice restaurant while he made sure I got whatever I wanted which would make me happen. I never had any parties to invite friends to or something like that. It was just me and him, and it was all I wanted for my birthday. Nothing else mattered as long as I had him by my side.

There was one time, however, on my sixth birthday that we went to the cemetery. Usually, a child would be scared to go there, but I always found it to be fascinating to know that so many people had died while I was still a kid. I held his hand and we walked through the cold place, passing many graves and tombstones until we stopped at one in particular.