Killer's Son

Technically, the story is done.

BUT I decided to make a last chapter, this one is the TRUE ending for this story.

After this, there'll be no more chapters.

So thanks to the following and more.

RenaePollack
There were several others but for an odd reason it won't allow me to tag them.

I cannot thank all the support that's been given and I hope you enjoy more Jeff related content.

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From within his hiding spot in the attic, Jerry could feel that burning sensation begin to arise once more. It had been a while since he had felt this but it was not out of malice now. It was a genuine feeling of terror . Krystal was dead and his father had lost his mind to drugs and alcoholism.

If he didn't do something, then he would be dead. He didn't want to die just yet. There was so much more left that he'd wanted to see, so many things he had not yet experienced. He would not let it end this way,no he'd fight.

Clenching his fists he bit down on his lip hard, hard enough to feel the soft flow of his own blood dripping down his chin. The fear in his body was evident but that small voice spoke for him.

"He killed our mother..."

It taunted and he blocked it out.

"He's beyond saveable.."

The more it spoke, the worse his head felt until he heard it say something that made him lose the plot.

" H e  k i l l e d  S a r a "

It said venomously and he felt his body cave in to the anger and the pain that he felt. When his eyes opened again, they were slits . He walked to a nearby mirror and raised his hands to the bandage on his nose.

"By removing this, I in my own mind, am no longer a boy. I am now a man, and as a man....I wont let myself be killed so easily...."

He stated and with a fast reflex, he ripped off the pink bandage and removed the choker.

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Jeff was about to open the door when he heard the latch being undone. He looked in a bit of shock but humour too as the boy made his way down to him. The drugs had worn off and he felt calmer now, but he knew...that what he done, he couldn't be forgiven for.

"Wow...you err, you took your bandage off kiddo..."

He said, feeling rather off. The kid always had it on , it was like his trade mark item along with his red choker. He did not resemble the kid he had raised, where was the little boy that feared him.

"I let it slide, when Sara died... I could understand how you'd need to kill her due to her knowledge, but mother..mother had done nothing to deserve dying for. You let yourself become so weak... weak enough to attempt that atrocity. An atrocity, that you yourself deemed disgusting. Yet you still tried to force it."

Jerry said with nothing but venom. Venom for the one who raised him all these years. He was not letting him off with the things that he'd done. Not this time.

"So what now, you're gonna kill me? Kiddo I raise you and I know all your tricks. I also know that it's Jerome. Not you talking."

He said as he walked forward, but the boy only stared at him more. No, they were one in the same now. Jeromey.

"I am my own person now. Father, I know what I want...and what I want is to make you pay. For everything."

Jeff looked at him and then smiled.