Chrysalis (Jeff The Killer) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 16: Counting Sheep

Three days passed since I got expelled, and things couldn't get any more relaxing than they were. With the exception of all the killing around, I mean. The numbers increased for each day which passed, and though I should've felt sorry for those poor souls who were unfortunate enough to meet Jeff's cruel end, I was at least relieved that I had not seen the bastard since the day Victor got hospitalized. However, I wasn't stupid enough to let my guard down even for a moment, and I anticipated that he would eventually show up to get where he left off. It wasn't his style to leave unfinished business, at least I didn't think it was. What did I know? The guy was as unpredictable as an uncharged battery; you never knew when it would shut down.

I mostly stayed at home unless I had to go buy something at the grocery store, which I  rarely did those days. We weren't really in need of much but the general, such as a limited amount of food and necessities such as toilet paper and toothpaste. Everything else was rather a second priority, and that contributed to saving the bill. As a replacement for dropping school the next few weeks, Samantha told me that I was in charge of keeping the house clean, which I honestly couldn't object against. Don't get me wrong, cleaning was a hassle if you did it on time, but when you were alone and could exploit as much time as you wanted while keeping music on the speaker, it was actually rather chill. Besides, it helped me in getting to calm my nerves of all the hell around me.

It was Monday, I believe, and I had just finished the last of my chores before I settled down on the couch with my laptop. Fortunately, cutting the WiFi was not included in Samantha's list of punishments, so I found my way to the web pretty quickly without having to deal with any malfunctions considering the internet's utility. At first, I played a few more games in order to kill my state of boredom but soon found myself falling onto the news articles focusing on the town's most recent happenings, which I wasn't surprised of involved the fucker's doings. More and more victims, more and more gruesome scenes. Jesus Christ, I couldn't believe that Samantha worked on it each day of her work.

Harry Greyson: 28 Years

Ricky Falls: 23 Years

Carolina Darcy: 68 Years

Edward Dullen: 27 Years

Isabella Swansea: 36 Years

So many lives in so short amount of time, it wasn't easy to believe. All of them had the obvious cause of death in common; multiple stab-wounds caused onto their physical beings. Some were inflicted fatally with only a few of them as if he wanted to be generous and inflict them with a quick death, whilst others were possessed numerous stabs, few of them which were fatal. This wasn't out of necessities and cravings, they were out of the joy of killing in general. Sadistic bastard. It angered me to think that he enjoyed inflicting others with his sociopathic fetishes.

I've made you beautiful.

"Motherfucking son of a bitch." I cursed silently and shut the laptop, not wishing to read any more of the sick and disgusting shit. I placed it under my arm and stood up, looking out of the window only to realize that it was already dark outside. Samantha had yet to come home, but I doubted she would. The last time I saw her, she looked like a walking corpse of some sort which had yet to claim death for the taking. Deciding to go to sleep early, I ensured that all the doors and windows were locked before I turned off the lights and ventured upstairs to ready myself for bed. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and just as I had spit down in the drain and looked up again to see in the fogged mirror, I came to the most shocking realization of how utterly pale I was in my face.