Ben x Jeff ( Rewrite)

Part Four

Jeff roamed the miles of land in great pain. At times he would just lay in the dirt covered ground and weep in grief. His mind wavered back and forth on reality and past. The wounds that had once been infected, now held more infection and pain from before. Not only had the injuries inflict Jeff in great pain, but they had reminded him of how weak he really was. After all, Jeff was only a human. He still held the easiest death compared to everyone he had accompanied himself with. Even Ben, at the thought of the Elf's name; Jeff would expand his path more farther in desperation, had a more of a life span then his own.

Ben,the simple name, chanted and nipped at him. I want Ben, they chanted loudly. This drove Jeff farther at his weakest moments, and thought nothing of the consequences of his wounds. Some had reopened from the movement of his muscles, but Jeff paid no mind as his thoughts had been clouded with desperate reunion.
" Ben," he'd rasp out at times, be that under a very hitched breath or pained groan," I promised god damn it!" These terrified screams most of the time would had been followed by a coughing fit. Jeff's throat had been dry from dehydration long ago, and it didn't help with the ongoing migraine that worked it's way from the back of his skull to his temples.

It had been around two days since Jeff had left the accursed place. He had been lucky to have felt the fresh air on his face, and breath in the aroma of the atmosphere. And, even lucky to dine on berries of some sort and drink from a stream that Jeff had stumbled upon. The poor man had drunk so much in little time that his stomach had ached. However, this had been hours before and he wished he had never left the paradise. Now, he was limping once again through the on going forest. Surprisingly with his wounds, the coal haired killer had walk a good six miles, going on to 7. He cried and groaned every second he forced more pressure on his tortured body. Jeff wasn't thinking; he couldn't. With sweat running down his face from the outstanding pain and the hunger that cursed his stomach, he was slowly losing hope. He forced himself too far, and the killer has finally met his limit. Jeff took one more step which caused his whole body to shutter and give out. He fell backwards, digging his nails in the closest object; which ended up being a tree. The short scrapping of his nails didn't last long as the bark broke from his weight and sent him trembling to the hard ground. The man blessed with pain held a clinched faced, rolling to his side with shrap groans. Not now, Jeff couldn't move, get up!!! His body refused to move, ignoring his pleas. Tears could no longer fall down his scarred face, and he pled for them to. He needed to scream, to move, to do something! His body hissed and soothed in rest. It felt blissful to the killer, but he didn't want to bask in his pleasures. The only thing he needed at that moment was Ben, and Jeff knew the elf would drown in the man's caused guilt.
Sounds of leaves scrapping on leaves and snaps from free branches echoed in Jeff's mental process. He froze, laying his thoughts to rest in silent panic. This was the turning point of the killer finally moving; he pushed with all his might to be holding himself on his knees. Sweat moved swiftly down Jeff's face as he clinched the ground beneath him. He wanted to move, but the more he strained his body, the more the killer could see spots of black cloud his vision. The sounds moved closer and louder in Jeff's ear, and the man would feel the lightness in his head. Just one attack, Jeff claimed repeatedly. He aimed his eyes towards the gaping bush, watching as the leaves were pushed ever so slowly to the side. Before he could even decide the threat could even be a life risk, the killer shoved himself forward with a yell.

" Fuck!" A pained, raspy yelp startled Jeff. The two men who collided with hard impact, fell on one another. The man supposed as the danger, groaned in and shoved the man who attacked him off his chest. The wounds from days ago throbbing by the impact. He rubbed his brown messy hair and slowly started gaining knowledge of the situation. The blue masked man shoved himself up in panic, memories of the risk of safety nipping his thoughts. He scanned the man still laying on the ground.