Jeff the Killer : Face of the Devil

4)Disgust

Whoopsie, another hiatus. This time it lasted 18 months. Well no particular reason for such long break. I doubt anyone would be reading this but I'll write anyway.

What's wrong with this stupid, wretched world? Why does no one get me? Why does everyone keep turning their back on me? I pondered upon this thought as I kept following a particular figure in a hooded cloak, as she hurriedly made her way to her motel room. My guess was... she knew that she was being followed.

Oh, hey, you, the one reading this. You must be wondering just who in the world would I be. Are you? You must be, right? If you didn't think that, please get out (don't, the author is poor and he needs views). Well, you're the detective and it's your duty to figure it out. Seems I'm getting side-tracked. Back to the current events...

The girl right in front of me hastened her footsteps when she realized that I wouldn't stop following her. Instead of reaching for the elevator, she headed for the stairways, upon which she bolted upwards. I stopped and smiled. That bitch has no idea what's waiting ahead of her...

Victim PoV*

Why am I being followed? I wondered as I rushed to the stairs, as I started climbing, I dared not to look back at my potential assailant, it's like I was being followed by death itself. As I kept climbing, I lost track of the floor and my breathing got heavier, so I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from making to much noise and sat down on one of the stairs. But, something dreadful had happened. As I looked down the stairs, I discovered that... I haven't climbed even one floor... And my assailant... Was still after me... Why? What's going on? I could've sworn I climbed at least seven floors... Why am I still stuck at the same place? It's not possible... I could've sworn I moved... Then why?

The door flung open, revealing a silhouette of a man in a suit. He slowly made his way towards me, as his footsteps grew louder step after step. I didn't want to look up but... I had to... That face... especially... with that vicious expression... Oh God no... The closer he came, I could tell the more he enjoyed mentally tormenting me... Like -

"Like how a scared kitten is cornered by a pack of stray dogs," he finished and let out a smirk, as if he already knew what was going on in my mind.

"What? H-how did you-"

"Yelena... You know how well I always knew what's going on inside that head of yours... How would you find that surprising?" He asked, followed by softly placing his palm on my cheek. "You okay? You don't look so good."

His warm hand helped me loosen up a bit but I was perplexed. Just what in the world is going on? One minute he's hunting me down, next he's...

Black Suit PoV

There aren't many people in this world that I cherish. There are people who I could've died for. There are people who I cried for several nights... Yet, everyone is just the same... I stared deeply into the hazel coloured eyes of the person who was most precious to me, as I tried comforting her by placing my palm on her face... Why am I doing this? After what's she done? How pathetic...

My hand eventually reached for her glasses and threw it away on the floor.
"Why did you do that?" She asked.
"You look more beautiful this way," I replied giving a wink.

"J'en ai assez, chienne? (Had enough, bitch?)" I asked as a smile spread through my face, eventually her eyes widened in horror to this as I punched her face, followed by landing a knee to her ribs, causing a pop sound after the impact, as she fell to the ground whimpering. Blood began oozing out of her nose and mouth and tears flooded down her face... Ah, what a sight to behold...

To be continued