Never Alone (A Jeff The Killer Novel)

Chapter 10: More Blood

"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man."

[This chapter contains drug content and use.]

Jeff's POV...

I love killing. I just absolutely love killing, spilling blood, it's what I live for.

Sometimes I just wanna kill myself.

But see, then I wouldn't get to kill as much, and that's no fun. Maybe someday.

I got such a rush from smashing that girls head on the hard concrete, feeling it explode with blood and smash her brains open. I'll have to do that more often. The bloodlust I'm my head was partially satisfied, but I still needed more. I pulled my hood over my head, hiding my pale beautiful face and my long, greasy black hair.

I lit up a cigarettes and strolled along the side of the street, searching for my next victim.

I had been walking for about 10 minutes before I saw a man with short, thinning hair and a old raggy hoodie similar to mine, except it was grey, and didn't have the occasional dark red blood stains on it. He was about a block away from me walking in my direction.

"Kill him."

That voice in my head growled.

"Splatter his guts across the road."

I took in every detail about the man as we neared each other. He had a long, fast stide and shifty eyes. He kept looking at me as he walked, which didn't make me feel uncomfortable at all. He was going to die. And I was going to enjoy killing him, making him suffer.

As he was about to pass me he stopped. I kept my hands in my hoodie pocket and ran my fingertips against my knife.

"Hey man.." He said nervously as his bloodshot eyes bounced around, shifting all over me.

I stayed my distance, a few feet, and in the dim moonlight he probably couldn't make out my beautiful features. If he did, he didn't care.

"Man" He said quickly. "You have any extra ice? H or anything? I don't have any money but I got some good shit I'm willing to trade."

"I can make you beautiful?" I said in my happily eerie tone.

"Wha.. No man, wachu got?" He replied.

My next response was my knife being slashed across his face. The man screamed out in pain as I raked the blade across against his face, slicing open one of his eyeballs in the process. Before he had time to react, I shoved him to the ground and jumped on top of him. He landed with one arm towards the ground to catch himself, but it snapped in half with a loud "crack!" from my weight on top of him.

"Oh God! Ahhrfgg fuck man!"  He screamed with sheer terror in his bloody eyes.

He reached up with his other arm and punched me in the face, rather hard actually, so I responded by slashing him across the face again. Again he screamed. I grabbed his non broken arm with both hands and looked into his eyes and smiled real big.

"No, no please! Please man I'm fucking begging you!" He pleaded, but I didn't care. I just smiled bigger and began to

bend his arm backward really slowly.

He screamed and kicked and begged as I bent his arm farther than a human's arm was capable of being bent. His arm snapped at the elbow with another loud "snap!" like I had broken a large thick stick, and I saw the white and red splinters of bone sticking out.

The man would not shut up. I held my hand on his mouth to muffle his agonized yells and whispered,

"Shhhh. Its time to go to sleep now."

I dug my knife into his chest and stomach and raked it though. I forgot what I was doing for a second, as I slashed, dug, ripped and laughed my way through this man's body.

When I was done with him I had done exactly what the voice told me to. Splattered his guts across the road.

I laughed and licked my knife clean before I started to jog away, before I remembered what the junkie guy had said. I wonder what good shit he had.

I walked back over to the bloody, gutless, corpse and checked all his pockets. I found a wallet with a few dollars in it, a few cigarettes, a cheap lighter and..

Oooh jackpot.

A very small squeezable tube of liquid and a few small squares of special paper. I threw the papers to the ground, giddily laughed out loud, and dropped a few drops of liquid on my tounge before putting the tube in my pocket.

I started walking back to my shack in the woods as the trees around me started to melt.

I smiled real big.