JEFF

ENDS with DEATH

Margaret was sitting on her bed, covers over her legs as she looked over a magazine. Her husband was standing in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and touching up on his beard. She sighed heavily, a headache pulsed in her temples. She placed the magazine on her nightstand and looked toward the bathroom.
  "Peter, I'm concerned for Jeff," she said to her husband, "I... I think the medication isn't working on him anymore."
  "Love, do you remember what the doctor said when he gave us it," Peter called back.
  "Yes, yes. If it works it won't wear off. But I've been taking in account of his behaviors and actions recently," Margaret bit her nail.
  "What like what the doc said?" Peter came from the bathroom and sat beside his wife, "Honey, he's a kid. A teenager no less. He's acting out."
  "How do you know that though? If he's rejecting the medication then what? Are we going to admit him into a ward? Just like that? Like we don't care for him at all?" Tears were stinging her eyes. Peter took her hands in his.
  "We are his parents, Marg, we do what's best for him. If he is rejecting the medication now, which seem very unlikely because they've worked this long," he paused a moment, "Then we will have to find him something new. Something better. I won't submit him into a ward if you don't feel it's right." He kissed Margaret on the forehead before getting back up and headed to the door.
  "He'll be fine if we can help it," Peter reassured before disappearing into the hallway.
  Peter walked down the stairs to the kitchen. His throat was parched and he needed to think. Margaret was so upset about Jeff's condition. He knew he should've put Jeff up for adoption when they found his mental condition. He knew then something would go wrong and now it's biting him in the ass. He set down the half glass of water and turned back to the stairs. He stopped short, however, Jeff was in the way of the door frame. His heart was suddenly thumping in his chest at the sight of the teenager.
  "Jeffery, son... You scared me half to death," Peter admitted. Something glimmered in his sons hand with the kitchen light. Jeffery lunged at the elder man, knife in hand and blade pointed at his throat. Peter caught his hands and shoved the knife away from the fifteen year old then shoved him away from the kitchen and into the living room. Jeff hit his head on the side of the coffee table with an audible smack.
  Peter panicked and rushed to his sons side. A punch caught Peter in the throat and he became winded. Jeff got up shakily with a snarl stretched over his lips. The boy bounded over his father and snatched up a knife from the counter. Peter tried his best to get to his feet but was blindsided by a kick to the ribs.
  "Hey, dad, you wanna know something cool?" Jeff's gruff voice reached Peters ears as he got to his knees, trying to get in a labored breath.
  "Apparently I can't feel emotions or pain. Cool right?" Jeff landed another kick to Peters ribs, hearing an audible cracking, "It's like my brain shut those functions off. Like a switch. I wonder if this is a symptom of psychosis..."
  Peter looked at the boy with wide eyes, "H-how'd..."
  "Oh come on Peter, it's not like I'm deaf or stupid," Jeff hissed as he placed a foot onto the elder mans ankle and stomped. It cracked as Peter howled.
  "Come on now, don't do that. The neighbors will hear. We don't want that do we?" Jeff stomped on his wrist, digging his heel into the middle. Another loud crack. Tears were running down the mans face and Jeff frowned deeply. The knife shimmered in the light of the kitchen as Jeff lifted it.
  Jeff then kicked Peter to his back and sat down on his chest. He took the edge of the knife and began to dig it harshly into his fathers eye socket. Peter screamed of course. Jeff didn't like that at all. Taking the knife from his eye, he dug it's end into the flesh of Peters throat. The elder man struggled under Jeff's weight and to stop him from doing so, Jeff placed his foot on the broken wrist. Gurgling came from the back of Peters throat and he was silent and still. The boy frowned deeply. During the old mans struggles the knife went too far in and punctured a main artery.
  Jeff stood up as the blood pooled from Peters throat. His attention was taken from the dead body to the noise of rushing feet up stairs. A smile crept it's way onto the boys face as he headed to the wooden steps. His parents room door slammed shut. A giggle slipped out from his throat as he knocked on the wooden door. He could hear her panicked voice talking through something. Jeff's grin left his face. He banged on the door with a balled fist. When it wasn't doing anything, he proceeded to kick it. The door knob broke off of the frame after the third kick and the door slammed open. Margaret had Liu in her arms with a look of complete terror etched into her face. It amused him.
  Gripping the knife tightly, Jeff wretched the woman by her hair from Liu. His brother made a move to stop Jeffery but stopped short after the younger brother gave Liu a warning look. Liu understood. Jeff only wanted the lair who they had called mother for most of their lives. Margaret called for her oldest to help her. Liu simply looked at her before walking passed and to his room.
  As soon as he shut the door, Jeff threw Margaret to the floor. She scrambled toward the broken door but was stopped as pain shot through her leg. She screamed, loudly, shrilly. Jeff took his foot from her ankle and grabbed her leg to drag her closer to him. Tears stained her cheeks as her son flipped her to her back. She started to plead for her life and Jeff shushed her. Margaret quieted to whimpering, however, she still pleaded softly.
  "Y'know, mommy, I feel sorry for you," Jeffery said softly, "You just lost your husband, both of your adopted sons and that peachy life you had worked so hard for. Tell me, how does that make you feel?"
  She was so quiet when she answered, "J-Jeff-J-Jeffery please, p-please don't do this..."
  The boy frowned, he didn't like that answer and he sliced a finger off. She wailed. He took the edge of the knife and left little streaks of red over her arms. She cried and cried and cried. It amazed him how much a grown woman can cry. It annoyed him too. It sounded too much like a baby. He plunged the knife into her chest as hard as he could. Jeff's fun was spoiled by her wailing.
  "I think it's time for children to go to sleep," Jeff cooed to his mother. Blood pooled in the back of her throat and she choked on it as he took the knife out and drove it in again muttering 'go to sleep, just go to sleep mommy'. She stilled after the fifth stab into the chest. Jeff was breathing heavily now as he stood up and walked out of his parents room. His cheeks hurt from the grin he had plastered on his features. He admired the blood dripping from his fingers and knife. It was a wonderful thing, blood is. So warm and thick. Kinda like paint. In his haze, Jeff let his fingers run along the walls as he walked slowly out of his parents bedroom. An ache caught his attention and he ran a hand on his cheek. He wanted to keep smiling but it was hard to keep the grin on his face without tiring his facial muscles out. Annoying, he thought as his eyes fell upon his blade. An idea ran through his head. Why keep smiling if one could make it permanent?
  Liu startled of how quiet it became after what seemed like hours of sobbing and the sound of screaming. He got up from sitting on his bed and went to his door. He peeked out. A blood trail on the wall and the floor left his parents room and headed to the bathroom. Liu stepped outside of his door, hearing distant sirens and looked into the bathroom. Jeffery was just now walking out of the dark bathroom with blood running down his hands. His once white jacket was drenched in red and it sent a shutter through Liu's body. He had let his parents die and he let his brother do it. Maybe he was also crazy for letting him do so.
  "B-bro? Jeff?" Liu asked quietly. Jeff looked at his elder brother, a red grin was carved into his cheeks made Liu stumble back. The hard dark brown eyes soften towards Liu.
  "You should go back to bed, brother. Before the cops come and suspect you of involvement," Jeff said quietly. Liu hated how Jeff always seemed to protect him. He would've protested but his eye caught the bloody knife in Jeff's hand and backed off to his room.
  "Be careful," Liu said as he disappeared into his room. He sat in the dark as the minutes ticked by. The police came and pounded on the front door. Liu raced downstairs, ignoring the mess in the living room and rushed into the polices protection. They kept asking him questions as they searched the house. He didn't say much. They weren't going to find him. He knew they would figure out that it was Jeffery Woods. His blood was mixed with theirs.
  The days passed and blurred together as reporters tried to get him to say something for their companies. He would be as vague with them as he was with the police. The police had sent out a warrant for Jeff's arrest out all across Minnesota. During one of those days a report on the television caught Liu's attention.

MURDER OF A DOCTOR

  At 4:14 Tuesday morning, a local doctor by the name of Evan Cormicheal was found murdered in his home. The gruesome scene had Go To Sleep written on the walls of his bedroom...

He recognized the picture almost immediately as Jeff's doctor. Liu half smiled. His brother was still evading the cops. He wondered just how long his little brother would keep running.