Killer Protector (Jeff the Killer story)

Epilogue

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Epilogue

Jeff's POV

[Two Years Later]

Gravel crunched beneath the weight of our feet. The girl in front of me was running and wheezing, tears in her eyes, face red with exhaustion and fear. Her terror sickened me. I'll be glad to get my hands on her and rip her little heart out. She skidded around a corner of the path we were on, nearly tripping. She's tripped before which gave her the bleeding scrapes on her legs. It was the beginning of spring so she wore light clothes. Easier to tear through.

The path we ran on was devoid of any life, except for us. Rarely anyone comes through here, surprising enough considering this is a local park. My prey dashed through a grove of trees and I ran in after her. I've been chasing her for twenty minutes now. She was growing tired yet here I was, ready to do this all day. As her stamina was running out, so was the distance between us. I came close enough to pull out my army knife and aim it straight for her back. The blade went in on the first try and she jolted and fell forward, crash landing into the dirt. I slowed down and casually strode up next to her twitching body. I kneeled down and jiggled the knife around, making her cry out and whimper. Then, I wrapped my hands around the hilt and violently yanked it out. She screamed but I shut her up by pointing the knife at her face.

"Shut up," I said with some venom in my tone. She toned down her screaming to small whimpers and I scoffed. I grabbed her arm and pushed her over onto her back. She winced and looked up at me with a terrified look in her brown eyes. Looming over her, I glared into those eyes and hissed, "You disgust me, you know that? Filth like you is what makes this world so fucking disgraceful. You deserve what's coming next, you little pest.."

She shook her head as I raised up the knife, ready to plunge it into her chest. And, just as I had expected, her brown eyes flashed red and she let out a loud screech. The girl leaped out at me and I quickly kicked her down. She writhed beneath my foot and she tried desperately to slash my legs with her now elongated black claws. I frowned and threw my knife down on the top of her head. The impact made a sickening crack as the skull was pierced and she stopped writhing. I leaned down and pulled the knife out, struggling at first but then I yanked it out. Black blood spurted through the wound and I grimaced. "Filthy, Corrupted scum!" I growled and reached down to place my hand on her back and stab her where the heart should be. She growled and I did this over and over again, until I put my knife back into its sheath on my belt, and drove my gloved hand inside of the wound. I sifted around for a few moments until I finally reached the heart and ripped it out of its place. I immediately crushed it and the Corrupted girl under me shuddered and started to wither away.

I waited until her body was nothing but ash and then I got back up. The black blood on my glove dissipated and I sighed in relief. "My work here is done," I muttered and started walking back to my ride. That was the third Corrupted I've killed today. I didn't reach my daily goal but Hell, I at least killed the bastards. I walked out of a secret exit through the park and looked to the side to see my ride. I smiled and raised up my hands. "Aw, my sweet baby! Daddy's glad no one jacked you!"

Of course, the motorcycle didn't speak back to me. I didn't expect anymore from it through than it's usual roar of the engine. I grabbed the black helmet on the seat and slipped it over my head. The black visor shaded my surroundings and I sighed. "Man, am I tired. I think it's time I call it a day..." I leaped next to the side of the motorcycle and straddled it. I pressed the ignition button and it roared to life. I gripped the handles tightly and started driving. I'm lucky to have this thing. Boy, that big biker sure wasn't pleased to have me steal it. But then who would be since this is a Roadliner S. She's a real beauty, sleek and obsidian black. Thank god I learned to drive this thing...with a couple of wipeouts here and there...and some repairs...