BlueBird •A Jeff The Killer Fanfic•

Chapter 9

"I'm so glad my suffering makes you laugh," I roll my eyes. In my pocket, I felt the sharp end of a pocket knife blade, pricking my finger. It's okay. It's just a scratch. I look at my finger to see blood gushing out. I grin widely, enjoying watching the blood flow. I shove my hand back into my pocket before Stevan catches me. Stevan gives me a weird look.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I ask cheerfully. Was he trying to tell me something? Did he not trust me?

"Nothing, it's just that you seem a bit... Off..."

"Are you implying that-" I started.

"No! No, it's just that-" I didn't give him time to finish. He falls onto the forest floor, blood flowing from his neck. I glanced at my hand, which was holding a knife covered with blood. What have I done?

I wake up panting and sweating. It was only a dream, right? I couldn't have killed Stevan. He was my best friend. Jeff killed Stevan. But... The dream felt so real.. No! There's NO way I could have. That's impossible!

Trying to brush the thought aside, I started cleaning up the house. The dust irritated my eyes, so that was the first thing I fixed. The spiderwebs didn't bother me as much; I liked the creepiness, so I only took care of the webs in the way. My stomach growled rather loudly. I had to get a source of food from somewhere. An idea sprung to my mind. I walked outside and set up a trap. All I could hope is that some animal decides to be stupid and walk into it. Until then, I had to find something to do.

My throat felt like a desert. It pained me to swallow. I checked the kitchen sink to see if somehow the water supply was set up to some sort of private underground water system, but I was wrong. I raided the pantry and cabinets in hope of finding something, anything, but I was out of luck.

I reached inside of my pocket and pulled out my knife. I prick my finger and let the blood drip to the floor. I pull the knife down my finger and the blood flows into my mouth. I grin as I walk around the house, trying to find something to do.

"Hello?" A woman's voice calls out from the front room. I silently run into the bedroom and hide under the bed. Cautious footsteps make their way slowly through the house. "Is anyone here?"

I clench my knife and wait for the person to come closer. I find a shoe and throw it across the room to draw the woman over. She screams.

"I- I'm not here to hurt anyone! I'm just lost!" She cries fearfully. I smirk. I crawl out and sit on the bed. The door creeks as the woman pushes it open slowly. I hold my knife behind my back and smile. "Hello there..."

"Hi," my grin grows.

"Do you by chance know how to get back to the city?" She asks, slowly walking towards me.

"No," I shake my head. "I got lost too."

"Maybe we could find our way back together," the woman smiles.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask.

"Of course." I motion for her to come close. She walks over. I smirk as I push my knife into her heart. She gasps and falls to the floor.

"You don't wanna go anywhere with me," I whisper in her ear. I pull my knife out of her chest and watch her blood spill.

Jeff walks up behind me, "Well done."

I look up at him and smile, "You found me."