Haunted by Screams (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 36. Forced Memories

"Keep moving, I'll tell you when you can stop"

The knife felt, for some weird reason, heavy in his hand as he pushed him forward, the point of the blade poking the old man in his back. Or, old perhaps wasn't a fair statement. Yet the gray hairs and expression only one of age would wear told Jeff something different. The cold autumn air pressed itself deep into the lungs of whoever was unlucky to breathe it in, leaving icy in-prints as Jeff and Paul made their way through the cold woods. He'd come along fairly easy and had not made much of resistance after they'd left the house, however Jeff was smart enough knowing that it could change any second. Humans are after all nothing but animals if they were to be cornered or in immediate danger. They would deepest down act the same and have the ability to do or say whatever necessary would set them free.

"But why don't they all understand that that is EXACTLY what I.. We... Are trying to do?"

Idiots...

"What do you want with my daughter?"

Sigh.

"Keep walking"

The blade pressed a bit harder into the father's back to emphasis the words. After all, they were not to be taken lightly. The body gave easily away for the sharp edge as it forced Paul to be engulfed further by the sickly crude forest, his perpetrator following like a wolf herding a lost sheep.

Except, it became clearer and clearer that Paul was anything but a lost prey.

"Why are you doing this?"

Jeff's patient began running dry as there was nearly nothing he hated as much as frequently, stubbornly asked questions - especially when they were completely idiotic of nature. Although as he tried to cool his temper he realised where Nora's inquisitiveness must have originated from.

"No more questions, Sir, Just continue walking"

That 'Sir' really bothered him. Although, for some reason the tiniest part of him urged the title's importance. Jeff felt, almost obligated to title Paul in such way.

But why he had no-where near a clue figuring out.

Suddenly the body who'd walked quite obediently slowed down until it stopped. Jeff pressed the tip of the cool steel further into Paul's sweather, nearly hissing.

"Keep. Moving."

Yet, neither of them came any further. A feeling of being frozen filled the killers body, except it was not from him the feeling emerged from.

It was from Paul.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you"

It was not a question, anything but so, yet a statement.

And the slightest hint of, worrying? Emptiness? Jeff could not place his fingertip on it.

"What makes you believe that?" Jeff laughed the slightest, but the laugh felt as dead as his mind was and quickly soaked up into the forest's atmosphere, killing it yet again.

Silence was all there was left now, even the previous howling wind had grown quiet. The night did not belong to them anymore. It belonged to something far more sinister, watching and moving in the shadows of the old forest.

"Why?"

No point in denying it.

"Will it change anything if I tell you why, Sir?"

Steel tried to force the flesh to keep walking, but it almost seemed as if the soft material had turned to stone, impossible to move.

"You tell me"