DERANGED (Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

6 - Dangerous Games

Pink pot

Was all I could think about as I made my way to Sarah's home. The sky had descended into darkness and it was a quieter night. Maybe it was because it was late, or maybe it was because there was a killer on the loose. That killer being me, of course. On my way there I had to be careful; police were set up all around the streets and woods as they rolled around in their shit crusiers. If they thought they could catch me against my own will, they were the crazy ones.

The pink pot was where Sarah said it would be over by the door, and I carefully paced myself over to it, raising it up to reveal a silver key. I placed the pot back down and examined the small metal object in my hand. I knew she would be expecting me to come through the front door, but that just wouldn't do for me, now would it?

Once I had stalked my way to the backyard, the back door was just waiting for me. I had no idea if this specific key was in a fact a skeleton key, so I jammed it into the lock and slowly turned the tumblers, the door clicking. I carefully slid it open, closing it behind myself and checking out my surroundings. I seemed to be in a hallway type area and upon moving forward I located the kitchen. The house was very nice. Almost too nice.

Sarah had married well, that's for sure.

I peeked out the kitchen door and into the livingroom. There was the couches and telivision and other things I had seen the day or so before. I glanced over at the family portraits and scoffed at them all. There were also pictures of Chris and his family. I admired the fireplace though; fire was always fun.

fire

I casually walked over to the couch that faced the TV and had its back to me. I could'nt see Sarah from here but I could smell her lying on the couch. Her slower than usual heartbeat let me know she was in fact asleep, and that gave me an idea. I peered over the couch to see her lying there comfortably. She wore a blue tanktop with some light jeans and I smiled at the ridiculous neon socks her feet so warmly aquired.

I familiarized myself with the pattern of light freakles and rosy cheeks. She looked so peaceful, and happy that I would feel bad to wake her.

But then again, I didn't really care.

Carefully, I snatched her up by placing one hand over her mouth, and my other arm secured around her stomach. Sarah screamed only to be muffled by my hand. I pulled her up and over the couch, pulling my knife out and keeping it at her throat. She thrashed around and I began laughing uncontrollably. She elbowed me in the ribs when I couldn't hold on anymore due to my incessive laughter.

"Oh my gosh," she punched me in the stomach at the realization of who it was, "Fucking jerk!"

I held my stomach and tried to control my laughter. She crossed her arms over her chest angrily and glared at me until I finally ceased my laughter.

"Ahhh!" I mocked her, "I'm soooooo scared!"

"Shut up!"

I gestured to the living room couch she had been on before I had grabbed her, "Did you fall asleep?"

"Yesss," she spat, "I didn't mean to.   And I was expecting you to come through the front door and wake me up like a civillized person. Not try to kidnap me awake."

"Tsk, tsk, Sarah," I smiled playfully, "The police told you to keep on high alert. You never know when someone's going to sneak in through your back door and put a knife to your throat."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, whatever. I don't care what the police say because I'm not afraid of anyone," she got snarky, "Even, you."

I smiled smugley at her, "I doubt that."