Corrupted (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction) Book 1

Chapter Ten

Jeff's POV
It was getting dark, the trees were beginning to cast a larger shadow that seemed to stretch far beyond where I could see. Emily has done nothing but gaze around the forest and ask endless, irritating questions.
"How many trees do you think there are?"
"Is there a city nearby?"
"How many hours are in a day again?"
"It's getting darker, does that mean the moon will be out soon? Speaking of the moon, I've heard that it's completely made out of cheese. . . Is that true?"
Despite all the random questions, however, our long walk through the woods has been refreshing. I always enjoyed taking a stroll through the woods when I wasn't home or out killing.
Emily on the other hand was enjoying the walk way more than I was; it made sense, she hasn't been out in the real world in a very long time. In all honesty, I kinda felt bad for her. She didn't exactly seem like the kind of person who deserved to stay at that god-awful place. You could tell the place had beaten her down for years; she had hark circles under her eyes from years of sleep deprivation, ratty hair that probably hasn't been washed in months, and she was very skinny from only having one small meal a day for years. Yet here she was, walking through the forest like it was all nothing. If she wasn't so fucking annoying I'd say that it was admirable.
"So where are we going?" She asked after a long silence.
"Oh my fucking god, how many goddamn questions are you gonna ask?" I snapped, turning to her with a glare.
She rolled her eyes. "Will you at least tell me where we're going if it's my last question?"
"I doubt that will be your last question," I mumbled as I turned away from her, continuing our walk. "But we're going to the city."
I could practically feel her excitement as soon as those words left my lips. "The city! Really? What are we gonna do there?"
"I thought you were done asking questions." I growled as I peered at her over my shoulder.
"Oh. yeah," her voice went soft.
We walked in silence for over half an hour after that. Only the sounds of twigs snapping and leaves crunching were heard. Lamp lights were becoming visible through the many tree branches in the distance. We were almost there.
Finally.
"Lamp lights!" Emily gasped as if it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen.
I stayed silent, stopping when we had reached the borderline of the forest. There were many street lamps all around the area with sidewalks and benches, and large open fields. It was a public park.
"Where are we?" She asked, scanning the area.
"A park just outside the city. This is where you'll go on without me." I stated.
Her head snapped to look at me. "What?"
"I got you out of that damn asylum, so be grateful for that, and for the fact that I haven't killed you. I'm not taking care of you too. I'm a killer, not a fucking nanny. So go and live your damn life." I snapped as I turned to walk back into the woods before I was spotted.
"You can't just leave me out here! What the hell am I supposed to do?!" She shouted at me before I could get away.
"I don't know, that's your damn problem." Was all I said before I sprinted further into the woods.
"JEFFREY!" She screamed after me, anger and panic immanent in her tone.
She'll be fine. Someone will pity her and get her taken care of. Who would do that though? People aren't that generous. Whatever, it's not my problem. I did more than I needed to just getting her out of the damn asylum. She'll be fine on her own. Right? Right.
Now, where is my cabin? I stopped running to scan the surface of as many trees around me as I could until I could find my knife markings I made to help me find my way back to the cabin. I wonder if she's still at that park? I saw a knife slash in a tree, and began running south, which was the direction my cabin was in. Probably not, she's most likely found the city by now.
No! Stop thinking about her! She's FINE. She will be FINE. She isn't my concern! Why do I even care if she's in the city now or not? I don't. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.
What if she's been mugged. Or kidnaped into some human trafficking shit. Or maybe she followed me in the woods and got lost. . . What if the police found her and is bringing her back? Goddamn it Emily!
Before I even knew it, I had turned around and began sprinting back to the park.

Emily's POV
He left me. He fucking left me to fend for myself. What did I expect? For him, an infamous serial killer to just take me in? Ha! The thought alone is laughable. I was beyond grateful for him getting me out of the asylum, though. I haven't tasted freedom since I was a little girl. So I guess that's all I could ever ask from him, and that's all I got.
I looked out to the poorly lit park. The sidewalks followed the borderline of the woods, and the open fields stretched farther that the street lamps could shine light upon. Jeff said this park was just outside the city, so it's gotta be close.
I began walking forwards, strait through the grass, ignoring the sidewalks. No one was out tonight, I was alone. It made me feel a little less nervous, but at the same time I was scared. What do I do when I do see someone? I don't exactly look like a very friendly person to talk to, that's for sure. I was a mess in a jumpsuit that was incredibly baggy. What if the first person I meet isn't very nice? I've heard plenty of stories about bad people in cities. What am I supposed to do if I accidentally bump into one? Technically, I already did. He left me here to fend for myself after freeing me from the asylum.
I began to see tall buildings in the distance. I was getting close; but, what do I do when I get there? I can't just dive head first into a big city and expect everything to come together on its own. Hell, I don't even know how I'm supposed to get my own house.
*click*
I froze. What the actual fuck was that?
"It's a little late for a young lady to be out for a walk, don't you think?" A raspy voice sounded behind me. That wasn't Jeff. Jeff's voice is deeper than this.
Fuck.
I slowly turned around to face whoever was behind me. I was met with a gun pointing at me and a dark figure. He looked like he was wearing a dark coat with a hat on his head.
Bad guy. Of course, the first person I run into is a bad guy.
The man chuckled darkly. "You should have stayed home."
"Actually, I'm new around here. . . I don't have one." I responded, trying to buy myself some time for someone to come and find me in trouble.
"Oh really? Well that's a shame. Hey, how about you come home with me? We can have lots of fun there." I could practically hear his smirk as he started to slowly step closer to me.
I took a step back. "No, I think I wanna go find a hotel. Thanks for the offer though." I let a little of my natural sarcasm slip through.
He chuckled. "I don't think you got a choice, babydoll." Oh lord, not another nickname. "I'm the one with the gun." he finished.
He was getting closer now, I continued walking backwards, creating as much space between us as possible. I've dealt with syringes and scalpels, but never a gun. I was completely defenseless.
He began to take larger steps towards me. "I suggest you stop moving." Was all he said before he flung his arm towards me to try and grab me.
I swiftly avoided him and turned to run. I ran in zigzags to try to avoid getting shot. "Stop running!" He shouted, chasing after me.
I sprinted even harder. My legs were already aching and getting wobbly, but I ignored it and continued running as hard as I could.
I yelped as he roughly tackled me to the ground. I squirmed under him as he pinned my hands with one hand and pinned my legs with his knees. He held his gun up to the side of my head.
Strike one.
"Your lucky I haven't shot you yet. Now, be a good girl, and I won't be as rough." He grumbled in my ear as he began to force me up to my feet.
Strike two.
"Let me go!" I yelled, squirming in his tight grasp.
"Quit your squirming and shouting, you have plenty of time for that when we get to my place."
Strike three.
Before I even knew it, I had already kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, and was on top of him, my hands tightly gripped around his throat. He coughed violently, gasping for air.
He was too strong, he punched my side hard, flinging me off of him. I sprung back to my feet, and jumped on his back as he was grabbing his gun. I had him in a tight chokehold as he flung himself around, trying to shake me off. I let out a shriek as he grabbed me by the hair, and yanked me off. I rolled on the ground, an intense pain grew in my shoulder when I landed. Before I could get up, he already had his gun pointing down at me.
He was panting heavily. "You. . . little bitch," he growled, his finger ready to pull the trigger.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A deep, familiar raspy voice sounded behind the man. My eyes lit up.
"Jeff?"