Jeff The Killer x Alice Liddell (Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3: Part 1

Hey guys this chapter is going to be in 2/3 parts, I just wanted to put all of this to be in one chapter. So I hope its not to long for all of you. -Love Sherb :) 

Alice's P.O.V

Chapter 3: Part 1

I have had enough, today was it. Enough waiting, enough hoping for someone to help me. Someone to let me out, no one would ever help me, no one ever did and no one ever will. It was near time for all the patients to be given their meds. My blood popped with expectation, I had been planning this for months, thinking out every detail my hazy mind could think of. Any flaws that could possible disrupt my plan for freedom and today was perfect. I had heard the white coats talking of a new arrival to the asylum, all the white coats would be busy with the new patient while I make my way out. I closed my eyes, trying to my best to keep calm. I can do this. I laid flat on my back, the all to familiar contact with the floor making my throat dry. I then kicked my feet up in the air, using all my strength to muster enough momentum to stand up. I gently landed back on the groun, my feet bouncing a little then I pulled my arms tight inside my jacket to stabilize myself. I let out a sigh, I paced around the room. Inpatient for the foolish nurse to walk in and give me my meds, any moment now. As though God himself wanted to help me, I heard the door clinking, the nurse fumbling with the lock. I could feel something simmer in my stomach, a want, a need. She walked in and shut the door behind her. She was slightly overweight, her body barely fitting into the blue jumpsuit uniform. Her light orange hair was tied into a high pony tail and she wore mask over her mouth and nose, "Okay, patient 172 time for your meds" she said. Her words slightly muffled from the mask. But that didn't matter, I didn't need to be able to hear her to know what was coming, she walked towards me with the shot, the one that was meant to calm me. Meant to keep away my Wonderland, away the only company that I had in this prison. But tonight that was not going to happen. I backed up to the wall, the nurse frowned for a moment then proceeded towards me, swiftly I lifted my leg and struck her on the nose. She flipped her head back, dropping the needle and holding a hand over her nose. She whimpered, I bent down and grabbed the needle in between my teeth. I saw her start to reach for the walkie-talkie in her back pocket, immediately I jumped on her. Hooking my legs around her waist and using my mouth I jammed the syringe deep into her throat. "How do you like that?" I whispered in her ear, the needle still in my mouth. She moaned, and her body fell to the padded floor, 

I kicked around through her pockets hoping for a key to this straight jacket, shit. She didn't have it, frustrated I kicked her in the face, "Stupid cow!" I growled at her. I watched as blood oozed slowly out of her nose and mouth. Something about that made me tingle inside, my stomach bubbled. More blood, we need more. I kicked her once more and walked towards the door. I peered out my small square window, the icy metal door nibbling at my bare legs. Revenge, my mind whispered to me. I beamed devilishly to myself. The guards were all heading to patient  345's  room. Which was probably the room of the new arrival, stupid little sucker was stuck in there while I got out. I pushed hesitantly at the door, the nurse had left it open. I kicked on the handle and it swung open. I peeked my head out, then gently touched the cement ground with my bare feet. My body was not uesd to the feeling of unprotected ground, and I found it almost difficult to walk. "I have to find the keys to get out of this thing..." I whispered to myself, as I tiptoed down the hallway, nearing the cafeteria. Knives, I thought to myself. Smiling I snuck into the kitchen, the cook was sorting through the fridge, he didn't notice me slip in. I stiffled a giggle. Killing him would be too easy, I hid next to the kitchen counter and held my breath. The lights in the kitchen hung low from the ceiling, almost low enough my head would hit them. The walls were covered in dirt and rotten fruit, the putrid smell of rats filled up my nostrils with each breath I took. I looked in front of me, there was a wash basin. A glistening, neat, clean butchers knife laid in it, I licked my lips. So long have the white coats prolonged the taste of blood from me, I could feel the need gently but slowly pushing its way back into my body. I gently balanced my weight neatly as I tiptoed to the basin, using my long and limber legs I grabbed the knife's handle in between my toes and balanded it expertly. I stared at the cook, he was heading my way. I hastily stood up, pouncing on him I kicked him in the chest. forcing the knife inbetween my toes to rip through his skin, killing him instantly. He fell backward into the washing sink, blood oozing all over the floor. Blood that I spilt. "Aww... You died to quickly, thats no fun at all" I said softly to the cook's body. Using my toes once again I strained but eventually pulled out the knife from his chest, I quietly started to cut into the straight jackt. Occasionally nipping my skin, leaving small little cuts all along my arms. But pain was so far away from my mind that I didn't notice. I managed to cut enough room in the jacket for my arms, I had cut off the sleeves and left the torso in shreds. I stretched my arms through the shredded sleeves, sighing at the rush of blood through my tired limbs. I grasped the knife, sniffing the scarlet blood on it. The coppery smell filled my lungs, blood. I dipped my finger on it slowly and licked my finger. My eyes rolled back in my head, ecstasy. The taste made me more ravenous. I needed more.