Twisted Psyche (Jeff the Killer Story)

(Rewritten) Chapter 12

Akeith:

Instantly my guard is up. I tense up and grit my teeth.

He's already found me, he's good....Too good.

Jeff circled me with a predatory gaze as I kept a blank face. I could tell he was smirking by the way the scar on his cheeks wrinkled, and I would be lying if I said it didn't unnerve me.

"You've proved to be rather fun to hunt so far buddy-boy~" He purred darkly with an ominous tone.

I said nothing as I watched him for any visible weaknesses.

None so far.

Jeff continued to circle me, looking me over like a hawk would look at a mouse. I merely ignored the look and slowly began to ease my way back, not once turning my back to him.

Only an idiot would turn their back to a foe.

"And where do you think your going?" He growled.

I merely gave him a blank stare.

"Anywhere as long as I'm away from you." I sneer.

He lets out an ominous chuckled as he stalks towards me. I watched his body movement and before he could move, I knew he was planning on putting me in a hold.

And he did.

Normally I would have reacted and probably broken his hand as he held me up by the neck pinned against a tree. But I didn't want to make a move yet, I was waiting for the perfect moment. I kept calm even as my oxygen supply was cut from me.

"You can't get away from me buddy. You are my toy now, and you will be forever stuck in my game of cat and mouse.....well, until I grow bored and kill you." He said darkly.

I said nothing, only giving him a cold blank stare, which I could tell either unnerved him or annoyed him.

"Stop that." He growled.

I didn't.

He snarled before and soon I find that his knife is lodged in my stomach, missing any vital organs, and of course I don't react. This only infuriates Jeff more, and he moves to pull the knife from my stomach to most likely try and cause me pain, only for me to react.

Quickly I break the hold he had on my throat and ram my fist into his gut, once my feet landed on the ground I quickly bring my knee up and ram it into his crotch, and just to hurt his ego more and maybe kill him, I wrench the knife from my stomach and thrust it into his chest, getting a gasp before the killer doubles over.

Taking my chance, I grab up the backpack I had dropped sometime during the small scuffle, before taking off running as fast as I can. I wove in and out of trees making random patterns to throw off Jeff should he live and try to follow me. Once I was out of the forest I make my way towards a train cart, abandoning my idea on getting on a bus. I eye a passing train and looked over a certain cart before quickly jumping inside to hide within the cargo box.

Once I was tucked into the box I look down at my stomach and lift my shirt up to look at the damage. Looking it over I let out a small sigh before reaching into my bag and grabbing a bottle of whiskey to pour on the wound. With the wound cleaned I begin to stitch the wound up before wrapping it in bandages.

With my wound taken care of I ran a hand through my hair as I thought my situation over.

I knew by the feeling in my gut I wouldn't be seeing the last of Jeff, I may have stabbed him in the chest, but I missed his heart and lungs by a few inches.

Normally I would be more accurate on these things, but somehow I couldn't find it in me to finish him off.

Not because I felt sympathetic for him, but I think it was because somewhere deep inside of me, I enjoyed this cat and mouse game. Which was rather troubling since I have been searching for peace not a life and death game between a well known murderer.

When your forced into a situation of life and death, you can go to some pretty dark places, even more so if your fighting to the death with other teenagers. Your sense of right and wrong goes out the door, everything you may have known or had been taught is forgotten, your psyche is twisted.

Because all that matters is survival, your way of thinking will go to that of a rabid animal's and you will turn on anything that moves or what you think could threaten your survival.

I was that way, when I fought I threw all of my emotions in a metamorphical box and locked it up and threw away the key. I didn't care about my opponent or opponents, I couldn't let my sense of right and wrong get in the way because they were just like me, they didn't care if they were doing the right or wrong thing.

All that mattered was that I survived.

Shaking my thoughts away and listen to the sound of the train cart as it speeds up over the rails. Once again I was on the move, but how long would it take for Jeff to find me this time?

With a loud sigh I lean back and rest my head on the wall of the box, falling into a light sleep, my senses alert should anything happen.

I could only hope I can shake Jeff off my trail, even though the darker side of me wanted this game to continue.

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