My Hero, My Killer

Chapter 10

JEFF THE KILLER'S POV:

I carried the limp girl in my arms as I headed down a worn path deep in the forest.

She was lucky she wasn't fat! If she was I would have forgotten this whole thing and just stabbed her to death.

I glanced down at her once, looking at her pale face.

At the moment..she was almost as pale as me.

I wrinkled my nose slightly and shook my head, looking up again as the large mansion came into view.

Once the others saw this I would never live it down.

I took a deep breath before nudging the door open and slipping into the mansion, the bleeding girl in my arms.

All eyes landed on me and this girl

Sally was the first to comment "can I play with her? She'll love Teddy!"

I raised an eyebrow at the little girl.

Her and her stupid bear...always scaring me.

I huffed once "where is Jack?" I said in an almost urgent tone

Sally pointed at the masked man sitting near the steps, reading a book.

Jack glanced up at the mention of his name, or at least I thought.

He stood up "who is this Jeff?"

I glanced down at the girl "I-I found her" I lied "I went a little...crazy and.." I shook my head "can you fix her?"

Jack took the girl from me "you talk as if she was a car..not a human.." He spoke quietly as he carried her up the stairs and to his room.

I trailed behind him, ignoring the others.

I knew one thing, if anybody could fix her, it would be Jack.

Jack laid her on his bed and dug around in a medical bag he always kept.

He knew a lot about medicine considering his method of killing.

He pulled out some gauze and a sowing needle "lets get her stitched up..."

I watched as Jack lifted the girls shirt up enough to see her side.

He dabbed the area clean before starting to sow.

Good thing I was good with gory things...

I stayed around until finally his job was done.

He carefully wrapped the gauze around her stomach and sides then straightened

"You sure did do a deal on her side.." He said calmly.

I looked away, almost feeling guilty.

Jack titled his head to the side as if he pitied me "well..if she begins to wake give me a shout" and with that the masked man left.

I stood by the door for a minute then slowly scooted a little closer to the bed.

I sat down in the middle of the room and watched the unconscious girl.

She moaned and whimpered slightly but that was all.

I was almost glad she didn't wake.

I didn't know why...but she made me feel something I hadn't in a long time..

Remorse...