PSYCHOTIC. (A Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

{6} - It's going to get bloody...

Have you ever been knocked out? It feels like you're sleeping, but then again you don't feel anything until you wake up. But even after you wake it, everything's dark and stale. That is, before you open your eyes. And when you open your eyes, all is blurry and new. Something's different. Everything's different.

See, it's very similar. Except, it feels different. Especially around the area of your head from which you were knocked unconcious. It's painful, but not the fun kind. It nags at you, and reminds you that you're not invincibal. It also reminds you that you still have nerves, and that your body is protecting you by letting you know that something is wrong. Seems like a silly thing, but it sure is helpful. Also annoying though...

The pain throbbed through my skull. It was dull, but still very hard to bare. It wasn't the worst sensation I've ever felt though. The worst pain I have felt was when, well, only Jack and I know about what happened. And I'm sure as hell not going to tell you. If I did, I'd be weak, and look like a fool. I'm not a fool. I swear.

"What are we going to do with him?" The voices blurred, but I could still hear them. The people who were talking weren't too far away from me, maybe across the room. I felt a hard rope around my wrists, which were tied above my head. I was sitting upright againt a cold wall. And from the claminess and echoing of the room, we were most certainly in the basement. There was some sort of bag around my head, keeping me blind. They probably found my constant starring creepy as hell and covered my eyes up. I kept my breath at a steady pace, not wanting to attract attention. They continued speaking about something unrelated, but because of the ringing in my ears and the throbbing in my head I couldn't quite make out words.

I pondered on where I had went wrong. I was getting sloppy! I've never been captured. And when I have, it was on purpose. They had gotten me from behind and I hadn't sensed them approaching. Or heard them. It was strange because I usually have astounding senses... What went wrong?

"Listen, we have to make him pay."

I could hear them again. I ordered myself to focus, and upon doing so, I could tell there were only two of them. And one of them smelt strangley familiar. I knew exactly who it was too.

James.

"I know that dumbass. But how?"

"We could torture him you know? Make him feel all the pain he's caused!"

I almost laughed at that.

"Maybe..." He paused, "Or we could turn him in? There's a huge cash reward for anyone who would bring him in. We'd make out like bandits."

They both laughed, and I thought this over. I wondered where Camry was. I wondered if she was behind this, and if James knew I was in their room with her the whole time, plotting how to imprison me. I knew she was a liar. No. She wouldn't do that though. Because I'm her boyfriend. That's not how it works.

"C'mon."

Footsteps carried closer to me, and the sound of wheels. They were getting more and more near, and as they did, my thirst for their blood grew. I know I shouldn't do anything rash here, but I really didn't care. They smelt so good. The pulsing of blood running through their vains, and the scent of sweat on their brows. I lingered to inhale their fear once I attacked, and I savored the moment I would see them die. I bit my bottom lip in a devilish smile, and took a quiet yet deep breath. I rolled my eyes in extreme lust. Lust for pain. And death. And my happiness.

I know what you're thinking. And you are correct: I'm twisted. And I love it.

"Okay, take it off."

They were standing over me now. Well, James was obviously sitting.

"No way man. You do it."

"I'm not touching him!"