Reflections in Our Hearts (Jeff the Killer fan fic)

Jeffery Woods Visits

I sat at the kitchen counter and watched, worried.

Jeff put the pasta in the severely bubbling water and stirred as carefully as he could. His hands constantly shook, for some reason. I didn't know, and he certainly didn't.

"Do I put the sauce in now?" Jeff asked, worried.

I screamed a scream of defeat. "WHAT part of you thinks it's okay to put a whole bottle of sauce in a whole saucepan of water?!"

Jeff looked at me. "Is...that a no?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm gonna sit outside. Call me when it's ready."

Jeff ummed at my back as I made my escape.

I am extremely aware of my decision to go with Jeff an unusual one, and one that made me sound like an obsessive girlfriend, like Bella from Twilight. Even back in the days when I only met him once a month.

I just simply cared about him.

It'd been three years since we'd been a normal couple. And God help me, he was hard to put up with sometimes, but I loved him. And he loved me. So that was really-

Fuck, I smelt smoke.

Eh. He should be okay. Jeff had survived a fire before. I was comfy out here, lying on the grass looking up at the moon and the stars.

What was the definition of insanity?

A tricky question. Jeff was obsessed with the feeling that comes from murder, an exhilarating drug that he was addicted to.

He-in particular- just couldn't function like a normal human. He just couldn't.

I loved fear, the sick power of it.

He was obsessed with his smile, and his eyes

I-

Fucking hell. Sirens. Someone must've seen us.

I leapt up and ran inside, banging the screen door behind me.

"Jeff?" I opened the kitchen door and was assuaged by a wall of smoke. Shit!

"Jeff!" I yelled, covering my mouth and entering the smoke-filled room. I looked around, and saw the outline of Jeff on the floor, unconscious. I hurried over and swiftly picked him up. A phone fell out of his hands. There was an active call? Had Jeff called someone?

I put it up to my ear.

"Sir? Sir?! Fire services will be with you very soon! Sir! Answer me!"

"He's safe." I spat. "Never underestimate Jasmine the Killer and her sidekick Jeff, you hear?!"

"You-"

I hung up and ran outside with Jeff over my shoulder still.

I got under the cover of trees, and hid Jeff. I saw the fire engines come and tackled the fire. The news would love it- Jeff and Jas nearly killed by spaghetti.

Jeff coughed himself awake and flung himself onto his feet, reaching for his knives.

I waited. "Jeff?"

He turned. "What-"

"Slightly burned down the house."

He sat again, running his hands across his face.

"You aren't burnt-again." I told him.

"Thank fuck." He sighed. Agreed. I didn't want Jeff to be catatonic as well as insane and full of bloodlust.

"Sorry about the house, Jas." Jeff went on.

I nodded.

"The police'll be here soon though, babe. We gotta go to Sunflow."

I nodded again. "What's the next town on the map?"

He hesitated slightly. "Sunflow."

"No." My voice hardened. "It isn't."

Jeff stared at me.

"I want to go back to Marigo. Only for a day or so. I just want to see my mum and-"

A rasping sound made me shut up and look at Jeff.

A huge knife pointed at me.

Jeff also tended to get murderously angry over small arguments.

"Do it." I said. "Kill your own girlfriend, Jeff."

"I've killed people a lot closer to me." He promised, his voice low and sinister.

Okay. This was strange. Jeff never brought up or referenced his family. Ever. He closed any talk to family.

My heart melted, and I lost any anger I had against him.

"Sorry, Jeff. I- was just upset. I'm sorry. Knife down, okay?"

Jeff lowered the knife. "You have family." His voice was back to Jeffery Woods- scared teenager.

I gently pushed the knife down. "Jeffery, sweetie-"

Tears overflowed from his bright, blue eyes and ran down his pale, malformed face. Over his smile, scarred and re-cut many times.

"My family." He whimpered, as I wrapped my arms around him, comforting him.

Later, as I watched Jeff nap, I wondered.

I did a lot of that.

He was sad- upset, distressed, and grief-struck- by the loss of his parents, and Liu.

And he'd killed them all.

I remembered the night Jeff killed Liu.

He'd shown no grief, no...anything.

Had... no.

Had spending time with me humanised him, just a bit?

I honestly didn't know

I just didn't know.