Lucky 27

Stages of Crazy: Unstable Chaotic Moxley

Six months had passed since Jon had been watching Jessica. He memorized her daily routine, followed her everywhere, and even put a chip in her cell phone so he could listen to her calls. Every night, Jon would be on his laptop watching her as she slept. He was so mesmerized by everything she did. Every breath she took, every move she made, he just couldn't get enough. And he wanted more. It was about time things moved quicker and he got what he wanted.

At work, Jon walked up to Jessica asking if she wanted to hang out at his place that night. She gladly accepted and couldn't wait. The rest of the work day was so busy. So many forms to fill out, all of these parent interviews and background checks. But, by the time they knew it the day was over and Jon couldn't be happier. This was it. Was all of his spying going to finally pay off? He'll just wait and see.

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He walked her up to his room not realizing his laptop was still on his bed. All Jon cared about was that he managed to lure her into his home, even better his bedroom. What a slick move that was. He thought. "Make yourself comfortable, okay. I'll go get you something to drink and find a movie to watch."

"Okay, thanks" she said with a smile while sitting on his bed. Jessica was actually sort of falling for this guy. She didn't know what, but something about him has definitely changed. She looked around his room, her eyes landing on the screen of the laptop while they widened in horror. This man, who she thought was her friend, was watching her day in and day out. Seeing all of the pictures and videos he had saved of her brought discredit to what she thought was a great relationships. The love that Jessica began to develop for Jon had become evanescent in a heart beat.

Her hand accidentally sliding underneath his pillow and felt a book. Out of curiosity she opened the scrap book and couldn't believe what she was looking at. There was a list of women that he had watched in the past. She wasn't the only one. What did Jon do to them? What did he want? She scanned through the book and saw coordinates, where she figured the women were buried or where the "attack" happened. She read the description under the names and photos Jon took with them, saying what he did and where he took them. In the corner of each page where he listed his victims, was a lock of their hair taped down in a ribbon shape. In all there was a total of 26 victims who were brutally stripped of their lives by the cold hearted, no mercy showing, Jon Moxley. Being caught up in the moment, she didn't realize Jon stepping into the room.

She looked at him in disgust, "Jon, what is this? How long have you been watching me for?" she screamed.

He snatched the laptop and book away from her, "Babe, it's not what you think!" he cried trying to defend himself.

"Don't you call me that! How dare you!"

Jon tried explaining he wasn't crazy, but had no success. He was angry because she went through his stuff but he was more upset that he made such a rookie mistake. Hell, he's been doing this for years. Jessica tried leaving the room but Jon blocked the door. She started to scream, curse, punch as hard as she could but Jon wouldn't budge. Instead of inverting him, these moments seemed to energize him.

"Why are you doing this to me? Just let me go, please!" she pleaded.

"I can't do that. Can't you see I'm in love with you? You're going to stay with me forever." he growled.

"I thought you were my friend." she whispered placing her hand on his forearm. "You wouldn't do this to your friend, right?"

"Are you trying to get into my head? I'll tell you this right now angel, I've been playing this game for to long to fall for something like that."

Jessica backed up into the wall, "If you liked me why couldn't you have told me? Instead you decide to watch me. Why would you do that?"

Jon stoop up straight with his 6'4 frame towering over her, "You wanna know why I did this? Huh!? I'll tell you why. I'm just a sick guy, alright! I'm really just a dirty guy! The thought of having control over someone and being able to manipulate them just makes me feel alive"

Jon pinned her to the wall, tugging at the handful of hair he had wadded up in his hand. "Can I tell you something? You smell like the inside of my mom's purse. I kinda like it. She used to hide tootsie rolls in there" Jon's crazy tone made Jessica get tense. Jon snaked his right arm around her waist and gripped his left hand around her throat. "You can relax a little bit. I kind of like that you're shaking a little bit... I... I kind of enjoy this just a little bit."

At that moment she elbowed him in the gut and ran to the door, stumbling down the stairs. She felt the tips of Jon's shoes rubbing on the back of hers, so instead of running to the door to escape where he could simply pull her back in, she ran to the kitchen and grabbed the knife that was on the counter.

Jon stopped dead in his tracks as Jessica pointed the knife at him. "Get the hell away from me you psycho!"

"C'mon you don't want to fight this. We can have a family together. You don't even need to have my kids. We can always adopt. Right? We know quite a bit about that." he said creeping towards her. If he took one more step she swore to god she was going to kill him. "Just put the knife down and we could start over. Forget this ever happened, okay? Would you like that?" he inched his way closer, yet carefully. "Just... Put it dow-"

"Shut up!" Jessica raised the knife, lunging at him. Jon grabbed her arm and pushed her towards the cabinet to where her head hit the corner making her woozy. Jon straddled her body, fighting her for the knife. She managed to get one of her hands free from his grip and gouge his right eye, drawing a bit of blood.

"Somebody help me!"

"No one can hear you, you stupid bitch! Don't you understand that?"

"Help me, someone!"

"I'll yell with you, Jess! Ahhh! Somebody help!" he mocked.

He wrapped his hand around her throat, reaching underneath the sink. He grabbed a half empty bottle of chloroform and a microfiber rag, forcing it over her mouth and nose. Her loud shrieks turned into trill whines, and soon, blissful silence.