Reflections in Our Hearts (Jeff the Killer fan fic)

Consequences of Those Mistakes

NO! Please! I don't want- please!"

I shook Jeff, terrified by his tortured pleading as he twitched in bed. "Wake up, honey!"

He startled awake, whole body calming down as he stopped yelling. He stared at me.

I watched his huge, blue eyes overflow as his tears trickled down his face.

"Mum...Dad...Liu!" He cried out.

Instinctively, I pulled him closer to me, hugging him, holding him.

"I shouldn't have...didn't mean to...please don't make me see it again!" He sobbed.

"No...no, hush, sweetie, it's okay. I know. I know, honey." I murmured into his hair, like a mother, as I helped this poor, broken boy as he cried for his mum...Dad...and Liu.

Oh, Liu.

I remember.

It wasn't until the sun broke through the nighttime sky that Jeff stopped crying, and fell asleep on me.

I was lying down when the sun rose, Jeff's arms around me, his face on my shoulder, all curled up.

I didn't even know what to think.

I always pictured Jeff as uncaring, merciless, not even caring in the slightest that he'd killed hundreds of people.

I didn't stop for a second and think that...maybe...he was still that boy I'd fallen in love with at six. An innocent, sane, caring boy.

I swallowed and shook my head slightly, as if that would help me to let it sink in.

He was an insane, blood-lusting, man now.

But...maybe you can never truly lose who you used to be. Everything you are in life, it all adds up.

Jeff...I could tell he hadn't felt emotions properly since he'd carved his smile.

That included me.

I knew that Jeff didn't really love me. He was emotionless. Dead.

I didn't know why he hadn't killed me yet.

And unless he outright said he didn't want me around, I'd stay.

Especially now I know he can feel.

His insane blood-thirst was what drove him to kill his parents, and Liu. But...

The steady breathing I'd subconsciously mimicked hitched, then sped up a little. Was he awake? Jeff took the sleeping mask I'd put on his face off and sat up, eyes sleepy, fluff from the pillow stuck to his smile. I smiled properly at him. "Hey, Jeff. Are you okay?" I stroked his head.

He looked away. "Yes. I...want to go to Marigo."

Jeff and I walked down his old street, the sun shinin on our backs.

I was wearing a spare tank top and shorts, with a red hoodie. Jeff wore his old outfit. Both of us had our hoods firmly up and tightened to hide our smiles.

Jeff was walking purposefully, like he knew what was up.

I toyed with the knife in my pocket as we walked. I hoped...

Jeff stopped and looked left, into an identical driveway and front lawn to the rest of the street. But he knew. I knew.

This was the Wood's house.

Jeff stepped onto the wooden porch and tried opening the door. Locked. He stood still for a minute, the muttered something.

"Spare key...spare...mat..."

He pulled up the doormat and revealed a dulled, gold key. He slowly picked it up and unlocked the door, although he didn't open it.

"It's okay, babe." I said. "Go ahead."

He nodded, and opened the door, stepping inside.

(JEFF'S POV)

The room was dark, dusty and stale-smelling.

Everything was exactly as I remembered it.

The pounding in my chest matched the gentle tugging of the feeling in my mind, forever urging me to spill blood, forever reminding me I had some thing to live for.

I walked through the kitchen, noting all the dishes that hadn't been washed. Mouldy and disgusting.

I remembered the night I...

I was meant to be washing up, but I'd had a headache. And the headache was telling me something, leading me somewhere.

I...couldn't resist it.

And so I'd picked up the big knife, used on birthdays for cutting special cakes, and satiated the feeling.

And it never went away.

It was so strong, I hadn't hesitated killing my own brother.

My best friend.

Images flooded my mind of Liu- young and teen, Good and bad, happy or silly or annoying.

My brother.

My best-

"Weeell."

My heart jumped, and so did I. My eyes wirlled around the room, trying to find the only thing to surprise me in two years.

I saw him.

"Hey, Jeff. Glad to see you." He took a drag from a huge bottle of clear liquid- vodka. He set it down.

"My side still hurts like a bitch from when you stabbed me, Jeff."

I physically winced.

"I...I can't...believe...I..."

"Well believe it, bro." Liu said, raising his eyebrows.

"How...how?!"

"Well, I dragged my bleeding ass to Miss Spanel's kitchen, trying not to wake her up, picked up a lighter and burnt the fucker closed. Hurt like a motherfucker, but hey. It worked and now I'm stuck on this shithole."

"I-I'm sorry, Liu."

Liu shrugged. "I mean, I had a knife too. Not like I wasn't guilty of attempted murder."

"I'm sorry for killing our parents."

Liu closed his eyes and picked up the bottle, drinking more than I thought was possible.

He set it down again, and opened his eyes. "Sorry. Dulls the pain."

"Physical, or emotional?" I asked.

He chuckled dryly. "Both." He coughed. "No matter how much you apologise though, you're still a mass murderer. Get. Out."

Jeff remained rooted to the floor. He had so much...to say...to do...to...

"Go to sleep, Liu." I said, turning and walking out into the sunbeams as his brother faded into dust.