Corrupted (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction) Book 1

Chapter Five

Emily's POV
Jeff and I have been in the same cell for about a week. We don't talk to each other much, mainly because it always ends with one of us pissing the other person off. We seemed to have figured out how to push each other's buttons rather quickly. Jeff gets pissed off when you mock him, tell him what to do, ignore him, call him Jeffrey instead of Jeff, which I quickly learned was one of his big no-no's, or question him. A few hours ago I did all of those things in one conversation without really realizing that I was pushing all of his buttons; the nurses had to come in and put him to sleep because that was the only way to get him to calm down.
He's actually still asleep. His chains were the only thing holding him up in his kneeling position. His head was hung low, and his hair fell loosely over his eyes and his shoulders.
I wonder what goes on in his head? Does he think about the day when he was finally arrested? Does he think about all the people he's killed? Maybe he thinks of his past, and how he came to be 'Jeff the Killer'. Or maybe he tries to avoid those thoughts. I know I would if it was a pretty bad memory, which I can only assume that it is. I wonder what-
"It's rude to stare, you know." he suddenly said, without even lifting his head up to look at me.
I quickly averted my gaze. How did he know I was staring? Could he see me through his hair? "Sorry," I apologized. "It's been a while since I've seen anyone other than a doctor or a nurse."
He hummed in response, still not lifting his head up.
I turned to the large mirror on my right. It was strange to see my own reflection; I'd completely forgotten what I looked like. My hair was absurdly long. I'll have to ask one of the nurses to cut it. I could faintly see my icy blue eyes piercing back at me in the mirror; I'd completely forgotten how bright they were. My skin was pale and my face was slender from not eating that much, but I still had a pronounced jawline. My eyebrows were thick from never being plucked; yet, I didn't have a unibrow. Odd.
"Stop staring at yourself in the mirror," I looked at Jeff's reflection in the mirror to see that he was looking at me. "Wait, let me guess, it's been a while since you've seen your reflection."
I glared at him. "It has." I confirmed.
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Just another thing to add to your list of 'depressing' things you've gone through living in this asylum. You know I'm getting kind of tired of it." he spat.
"Is it because you don't want to think of the idea that you'll go through it all too?" I shot back, growing quite irritated.
"I'm not gonna go through it! I'm getting the fuck out of here the first chance I get!" he exclaimed, getting louder.
Just as he finished his sentence, the door slowly creaked open, revealing doctor that had brought me in here. "Well you two seem to be getting quite nicely," he said, as he closed the door behind him and stepped further into the room, setting his files and papers on the table.
Jeff and I both stayed silent as we glared at him. This was the one thing we had in common so far; we both despised doctors. Especially this one since he was responsible for bringing me in here.
"Oh, come on. You were both a lot more talkative before I walked in." He noted, eyeing us both. "I think it's safe to say that you two have become good friends." Friends?
I think not.
Jeff turned his head towards me, still saying nothing. I glanced back at him before hanging my head down like I always do.
"I came in here to tell you both that if you continue to behave, you have a chance to be free of your chains," He finally stated.
Jeff and I snapped our heads to look at him at the same exact time, shock and excitement clear on our faces. "You're gonna unchain us?" I asked. There's no way he's being serious.
"Absolutely! That's what you want, right?" Something isn't right; they wouldn't just willingly let us go. Especially not Jeff. "Of course, your straitjackets would still be on. You would have to earn your right to have those off; but we'll talk about that later. For now, let's work on getting those chains off."
He reached into his coat pocket, and grabbed a ring of metal keys, grabbing one of them in between his fingers. Jeff and I watched in shock. Was he really gonna do this?
He began walking towards me at a steady pace, my excitement growing with each step he took. I looked up at him suspiciously once he was a foot away from where I was sitting. He smiled down at me; it was a forced smile, I could tell. Slowly, he knelt down to my level, grabbing the lock to the chains. My heard was pounding in excitement at this point. He's really gonna do it!
"Besides, it's about time that you were out of these rusty old things," he said, as he smoothly slipped the key into the lock, and turned it to the left.
Click.
I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. He began unwrapping the chains from my body until they fell limp the the floor. I looked up at Jeff, who was watching intently as I was getting released.
"Can you stand?" he asked.
I ignored him, and tried to move my legs to stand. I tried to push myself up with my left leg to stand. My legs immediately began to wobble and gave out, sending me back to the floor. Stupid fucking legs, work! This would be a lot easier if I had this damn straitjacket off.
The doctor chuckled, and put his hand out attempting to grab me to help me up. "Don't touch me." I warned.
He put his hands in the air in surrender as he turned towards Jeff. Alright Emily, focus. All you gotta do is use your legs to stand. One foot at a time. . . I brought my left foot back to its standing position. Slowly now, Emily. Push yourself up. I slowly began to push myself up, bringing my right leg up so that I was now in a squatting position. My legs were wobbling uncontrollably. I ignored the burning pain, and forced myself up with a grunt.
And then I was standing.
For the first time since god knows when, I was standing on my own. No guards there to drag me away.
I looked up to see that Jeff's chains had just gotten unlocked too. As soon as the doctor had taken his key out, he quickly turned and walked towards the door.
"Well, now that you're both unlocked and free to walk around, I best be on my way out. Have fun." and with that, he walked out the door, quickly shutting it. He must have been nervous about Jeff taking that chance to kill him. He was smart to leave as quickly as he did, because he probably would have at least attacked him.
I looked back at Jeff to see him already staring back me, grinning literally from ear-to-ear.
"The hell you looking at me like that for?" I questioned.
His grin grew wider, if that was even possible. "How 'bout a little game of tag, friend?"
Shit.