Jeff the Killer : Face of the Devil

3) A Battle of Wits

The body of the man in the black suit, stained in red, laid lifelessly on the ground, surrounded by his own pool of blood.

“Squad 2, have the phone compromised. Squad 1, check if the suspect’s still alive. If not, carry the body to the ambulance.” Ordered one of the officers.

*Mysterious man POV*

I watched the ongoing commotion from afar, in a hotel room, located at the 40th floor, the top. I held a glass of water in my right hand, and a black smartphone in my left. Everything was going just as planned, as expected. My scheme was beautifully executed, and now I get to enjoy a beautiful scenary of chaos. Chaos is purely subjective, which can eventually turn into a physical form, and when it does, it’s terrifying. It stimulates a lot of different emotions, varying from individual to individual. A lot of people find chaos horrifying, and try avoid it at all costs. Then there are some low-lives who thrive in chaos, who live for it, just for the thrill of it. And I’m one of these scums, although I wish I wasn’t. I was born as a normal person, but my intimidating looks and personality changed the ways of my surroundings. The ever-changing circumstances shaped the way to what I am now. But everyone goes through change, and I am no exception.

I sighed as I threw down my glass of water, which landed and shattered into small, tiny shards on a small round table. I threw myself on the one-seater beige couch behind me and dialled one of my least favorite people.

“This is like a game of chess, isn’t it Jeffrey?” I said.

“What’re ya talking’ about? You’re supposed to be dead!” Yelled the voice at the other end.

“Tell me Jeff, what is the most important thing that matters during a fight?”

“Brutality,” replied the voice at the other end.

“A very interesting answer indeed. Also very predictable.”

“So who the hell is that person if that’s not you?”

“A body double I hired recently, took away my four years of saving. But it was worth it.”

“You sneaky bastard! You’re more interesting than I thought you were! AHAHAHHAHAHAH!”

I carefully observed the battlefield from a distance, glaring at the magnificent firework display as it beautified the once dull forest into an all out fire-storm. The trees which once whispered in the darkness were now ignited into the marvelous flames of hell. I smiled as I returned to the call.

“I win this round. But Jeff, do you know something more important that brutality in a fight?”

“What’re ya babbling about?” Replied the voice at the other end.

“And Jeff, you do know that phones these days are equipped with a GPS, right?”

“What about it?” Asked the voice at the other end.

I eventually got up from my couch and slowly headed towards the door, following the GPS signal emitting from that person’s phone. I adjusted my spectacles and successfully followed the signal. Apparently, it came from the room nearby, as expected. After all, I’d been waiting for him. Or rather, allowed him to stay in for free. Before I could knock on the door, I thought of something better to do.

“Hey, Jeffrey? Care to open the door for a sec? I think someone’s waiting for you outside. Oh, wait never mind. I just remembered that I already rented all the rooms on this floor before you did. I know you wanted to watch me burn from the best view,” said the man in the black suit.

The call went off immediately as I took out a card and swiped it underneath the door knob, causing a green LED light near it flash, follower by swiftly pushing the door open, revealing a dimly lit room. The room was only illuminated by a night lamp placed above a 32-inch television, which was placed on a long, brown shelf. The bed was neatly made, and the windows of the room were open as the wind brushed past my glorious black hair (lol). I proceeded towards the lavatory, stomping the door open, then held a pocket knife in my hand. Of course, the hotel security wouldn’t allow me to bring any arms in. The lavatory had its lights on, and the tap seemed to be left running in the sink and the bathtub. The curtains were closed and there was a silhouette of a person in the bathtub. Only the head was visible, and there was a very peculiar, and familiar stench I smelled. It strangely smelled like blood, masked with some perfume.

I felt my phone give a brief beep, as I took out my phone and saw that I received a text from a familiar number.

“051 6969445 has sent a message:
Good luck finding out where I’m hiding. Have I jumped through the window, or am I hiding in the bathroom, or maybe... I escaped by creating a diversion? Lol! Bitch you got played!!!”

I groaned in anticipation before quickly pulling the curtain, only to find out a blood filled tub with a lady’s severed head floating on top of it. The eye sockets were completely hollow, as the blood was still streaming down from them.

I bolted out of the lavatory and instantly checked what was possibly awaiting underneath the bed. I instantly regretted not checking the bed first. I felt like a complete idiot after a long time. There was nothing there apart from a small white paper. I took the paper out, and read what the note said ;

“I was hiding underneath this bed all along. The rest of the body parts are hidden the shelf. Oh, by the way,when you’ve read this I’d have probably called the police. Good luck lol”

I felt a chill run down my spine, and sweat trickled down his forehead. My entire body trembled as I shakily got on my feet. I eventually regained my composure and bolted out towards the room, deciding whether to take the stairs or the elevator.