“Ring around the rosies. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down!” I sang merrily, lugging the large sack of Dr. Morgan along with me, Chris avoided my presence by walker fast than I. I sped up, trudging beside him as we crawled deeper and deeper into the forest, looking for the perfect place to trash the doctor.
“Chrissss,” I sang out, biting my lip in a smile, “Why so serious?”
He hesitated to look at me, the sweat on his brow and the crook of his glasses showing how fatigued he was. His white collared shirt was a mess, ruffled and wrinkled with light spots of blood dashing the fabric with color. The forest floor cracked and rustled under our feet, the sky turning damp with gray and the chill of the air soothing the trees.
I moved closer to him, his body immediately pulling into itself, “Hey. Why aren’t you talking to me?” I asked, my voice coming out with a sprinkle of hurt and all of the playfulness in the world. I mean, he had offered to help me, and had showed that he cared, but now he wasn’t even responding.
“Chris.”
Silence.
I growled, “Christopher, answer me.”
Nothing.
“Are you angry?”
He stopped with a quick halt and turned towards me, devastation and rage in his eyes, “Yes Jeff; I’m angry! You killed Dr. Morgan!”
I shrugged, kicking the bag his corpse blackened in, “Hell yeah I did. Good riddance.”
He scoffed a little and ran a hair through his hair, frustration crawling into his skin, “Don’t you have a soul? Don’t you feel the least bit of remorse for killing a man who was only trying to help you? He had a family and friends who cared about him, including me, and now he’s dead all because you wouldn’t suck it up and touch a carton of bleach.”
“But I did touch it,” I defended, “Right as I was shoving it into his throat.”
He sighed heavily and just stared at the large black bag, hurt and worries in his eyes, his voice low and sorrowful, “Are you going to do that to me?”
I shook my head, “No. You know my limits; you tried to make him stop. But he didn’t and now he’s dead. It’s not my fault he was a shitty doctor.”
Exhausted air exited his lungs and he folded his arms over his chest, “No, I guess it’s not your fault. He was going too far. But was that still a reason to kill him?”
“You didn’t have to burn while covered in bleach and alcohol, everyone watching you and doing nothing but gasping and shielding their eyes, did you? Then did you have to have some stranger say they only want to help, but push the chemicals and substances that changed you forever towards you when you specifically asked him to stop, your heart crying out and your head screaming in fear? No, you didn’t, and he didn’t. So yes Chris, I believe that was a reason to kill him,” I rolled my eyes in my head, the blonde man in front of me understanding my words.
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Fanfiction[Sequel to Psychotic] After crashing with the past, Jeff had almost lost sight of his purpose and was inches away from appealing back to his former human conditions. But with no choice but to reject the soul that had deceived and betrayed him, Jeff...
