Chrysalis (Jeff The Killer) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 24: Enemies

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I kept thinking about the possible outcomes this situation would lead to, and none of them were particularly optimistic to say the least. The fact that the killer which had been pestering me for months stood before me only concluded that he was either there for two things; to taunt me or to kill me. Either that, or the fucker had something else on his mind that he would like to share. Well, my life was shitty anyway, but that didn't mean I would give it up to that asshole for nothing.

Jeff bent down to keep his unblinking eyes on the same level as mine, and I tried as hard as I could not to fall an inch closer to that disgusting face of his. I swear, his breath reeked of a mix between alcohol and something else. Wouldn't surprise me if this guy was an abusive alcoholic during his free time. Probably how he enjoyed his youth when not on a killing-spree. He then reached a hand forth to touch my face, but I instinctively grabbed his wrist and prevented it from going any further, though I could already tell that if he wanted to, he could break mine without effort.

He let out a chuckle at my feeble attempt at self-defense and drew his hand back, allowing me to regain my relief if only for a brief moment. My heart was throbbing painfully against my chest, and I could feel my ribs bumping simultaneously along with the rhythm of the pulse. However, in spite of my endangered state, I refused to let him see me as just another defenseless and weak-willed victim of his. If I was going to die, which I miraculously had not yet, then I wasn't about to make it easy for him.

"So, what's it going to be?" I had to force a laugh, but instantly regretted it as the laughs began to be replaced with violent coughs instead. Though it wasn't as harsh as the ones before, it was still there nonetheless, and it pained my throat and vocal-cord alike, like being stabbed through with a knife, quite literally. Surprisingly, even after the coughs faded away, I didn't hear him say a single word, let alone make a single sound. It was a weird thing, even for him. He stood up, and the look he gave me was almost like.... Disappointment.

"Seems like you've involved yourself in quite the mess since last time." He said and shook his head like a scolding. "Didn't I warn you?"

I scoffed. "Since when do you take advice from a madman?" It was all so ironic when I thought back at it. There I was, feeling like the piece of shit that I was, and when the person responsible for fifty percent of my suffering finally decided to come back, I was but genuinely scared. I was indifferent, like it didn't matter to me what he would do. Kill me? Hell, I'd gladly let him at that point. However, I was not about to let myself surrender to that asshole like a fucking weakling. Like I already mentioned, that guy wouldn't get it easy. All I could do thus far was to wait before committing any drastic actions, though I somehow doubted that my current state would aid me very much in the ordeal.

"He's so close, yet you haven't turned into one of those mindless husks yet. Impressive."

I groaned and raised an eyebrow at him, finding myself in a rather awkward situation at the moment, in spite of the circumstances. Who the hell was the 'he' he was talking about? His words didn't make any sense, but then again, when did they ever? "Ugh, what kind of drugs did you overdose on before coming here?" I muttered sarcastically. "If you're just gonna stand there like that moron you are, then you might as well make yourself useful and look the other way. I can't stand your face." Now, that may have been a too brash move, for in the moment I said that, I felt his fingertips pierce into my scalp and yank me up by the roots of my hair.

I yelped at this suddenness and was forced to look directly up at him as I tried to ease the pain in my head by gripping around my hair, though I avoided his touch by any means possible. I didn't know why, but I suddenly noticed that up-close, his eyes were green. Like, seriously green. Not like those nightmarish pricks in his eyes you could see from a distance. For those eyes, they were the only aspects of him which could possibly deem him a human, if anything resembling one. I realized what the fuck I was thinking and quickly shook those thoughts out of my head and replaced my surprise with anger.