Jeff The Killer x Alice Liddell (Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

Alice's P.O.V

Chapter 7:

I grinned, I knew he was gonna try and kill me. I could sense it from him, killers like him needed to feed as often as they could. Pulling the injection out I then leaned over to a tub of needles and threw it in. I stared a the man for a moment, his eyes glazed over into unconsxiousness. I glanced over to Dr Tanner, he was still breathing heavily, I wanted him to die slowly. I smiled, grabbing the arm of the man I hooked him over my back and walked towards the exit. His body weight felt almost natural to my own, it felt almost comfortable. I could hear him snoring, I grinned. How vulnerable he was, why didn't I kill him? I heard my head ask myself as I made my way up the stairs of the exit and through the blood splattered corridors. I tried not to think about it, it was ridiculous to dwell on stupid things. I walked up the exit stairs to the front office. I dropped his body onto the floors and went back to my box, where the deceased previous white coat lay, along with the long gone secuirity guard. Kicking them aside I pulled out my clothes, a previous life that seemed so far away lived throuh these clothes. I pulled on my black stockings, my black and white striped long sleeve dress with my familiar dirty, white apron. I laced up my comfortable, worn out black boots and sighed at the familiartity. I touched m neck, looking for the chain of my necklace. I sighed. My Ω necklace didn't exsist here. I clenched my fists and then started to sort through the drawers of the office. Smilig I pulled of piles and piles of money from a register and I took 2 needles and tucked it all into my apron pockets. Any one who saw me would have though that I dressed before my time, in my short time at school the children always teased me about the way I dressed. Not that I cared though, those kids were nothing but foolish slobs, slobs that did'nt deserve to breathe. I rubbed my hands together and looked back at the man, his eyes were eternally open. But the eyelids looked as thugh they had started to grow back, almost back to normal, but still black and singed looking. They must of been burnt off some time ago, the scars along his face looked almost ancient. Still strongly protruding from his pale face. Dried up blood outlining his twisted smile, I looked around. The asylum was quiet, the police still would'nt be here for a while. I knelt down in front of the man and stared at his face, something about it was so stunning. So magical, so beautiful. I sighed and reached my hand out to touch his leathery looking skin. I frowned and pulled my hand back, why was I acting so pecuiliar? Shaking my head I hauled him over my shoulder and started heading towards the main doors. 

As I walked down the hallway with him, I could hear police sirens wailing not so far away. They were coming, looking at the man in my arms I headed towards a nearby window which was barred up. Frowning I used my new found strength to kick at the bars until they snapped in half. A breaking echo escaped through the room as I kicked into the window and looked trough it, only a couple meters of ground. Sucking in a breath I did a quick run up, gripping tight onto the man on my shoulders as the sounds of the police cars wailed loudly I jumped through the window, I could feel a sharp shard of glass graze and rip through my stockings, cutting into my skin. I rolled onto the ground biting my lip. With the patient over my shoulders, I grunted and straightened up, still balancing him. I looked back, we were at the back of the asylum, up ahead I could see all the flashing lights of the police cars as they drove down the main road through the thickness of the night. Their blue and red lights sparking drastic and elaborate shadows all around me. I smiled, free. I turned and looked in front of me, a dense forest lay behind. I stared at the trees, so long it has been since I had seen a tree. I inhaled the the fresh sense of independence. Gripping the man I pulled him along my shoulders and ran through the forest, my light feet creating echoing, heavy steps as I bounded across the grass. Away from the wailing lights of the corrupted world.