The Hunt (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction)

23: Hello to the New

    "I'm on top of the world!" I scream, half my body hanging out the window. Jeff chuckles, but grabs my shirt to pull me back into the car.

     "Careful," He says, though he's still smiling, "You're not immortal yet. You can still die doing dumb stuff."

     "Pssshh," I wave my hand dismissively, but still stay in my seat.

     The adrenaline pumping in my veins has been keeping the pain of my wounds at bay, but I still hurt a bit when I move. We speed through the streets, looking for a place to stop off before the sun finishes rising. I'm sure any minute now someone will discover the present I left behind for that little town. 

     We speed past cars, trees, entire towns. Jeff is in a hurry, and I can't blame him. Soon we find ourselves in the middle or no where again, were land is more farm than home. A lot of fruit farms through this area, miles of trees that bare no fruit due to being out of season stretch along either side of us. Music blasts from the car radio, setting an even better vibe in the car. Everything felt so surreal, like this wasn't even real life. I wave it off as just the adrenaline, mixed with all the odd turns my life has taken so suddenly. 

     Jeff suddenly pulls off the main road, turning so fast it causes my body to hit the door. I should've put on my damn seat belt. Jeff keeps a steady pace until we reach an old dirt road, then he slows down to a more reasonable speed. The car creeps up what appears to be a rather long drive way, until we reach a closed gate. Jeff groans and gets out of the car.

     "I don't think we're gonna be able to find an empty house in time," Jeff tells me, "So we'll have to empty a house out ourselves. Follow me." He shuts the car down and starts towards the gate. 

     I reach into the back, grabbing my loaded gun, then follow him, trying to be as quiet as possibly. Jeff's boots make soft crunching sounds against the rough ground, but he's still much quieter than I am. How the hell does he do that? I stay close to him, my gun ready to fire at a moments notice. Jeff has his knife in his grip, still covered in my parents blood. I wish I had a knife too, it's so much more thrilling than the gun. 

     Jeff waste no time in busting open a window, and setting into the house. Helps me through the window, neither of us paying any attention to the scraps the few remaining pieces cut across our skin. Jeff puts his finger to his lips, signaling for me to stay quiet, then leaves me behind as he goes off to rid the house of it's orginal occupants. 

    I move as silently as possibly through the house, getting a feel for the area. We wouldn't get to stay here very long, but that doesn't really bug me too much. I was excited to get far far away from my home town, causing havoc the whole way with Jeff by my side. 

     A scream echos hauntingly through the home, then stops suddenly. One down. Who knows how many more there is to go. I can hear a fight taking place some where else in the house, looks like someone doesn't want to go out easy. I choose to ignore the noises, Jeff can handle it, and head into the kitchen to get a snack. 

     Ugh, no good snacks. Oh well, some cereal will do. I just need someone in my stomach. My body is beginning to ache from my wounds, it's telling me to lay down, but I push through.

     Half way through my bowl of cereal, Jeff walks into the kitchen. He's covered in blood and breathing a little heavy.

    "Are you ready?" He asks me. I nod my head, setting down my bowl on the counter. He motions for me to follow him and heads off into a different part of the house. I follow him closely, my heart rate picking up again. What is the final step? What am I going to have to do?

    I follow him into one of the homes bedrooms. I can see blood stains from him killing whoever was in here, but he's moved the body from the room. He grabs my wrist gently, pulling me over to the bed and pushing me onto the mattress. Jeff crawls over me, pinning me to the bed, bloody knife in hand. He clear my hair from my face, smiling down sweetly at me.