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Love Kills	By : Zaikia Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > Jeff the Killer Views: 3677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4

I woke up around five in the morning with a body pressed up against my back. I knew it was Jeff because I recognized the white sweatshirt I had given him yesterday. I saw small splotches of blood on the sweatshirt and just grumbled to myself.

His grip wasn’t as tight this time and I got up, ate a quick breakfast and took my pills. I sighed softly and glanced into the living room where Jeff was sleeping. He had a cloth over his eyes again.

I hate to admit it. I mean, REALLY hate to admit it, but if you take away what Jeff did to himself, he would probably look very handsome. I mean…even now……he still looks handsome…

Oh what the hell am I thinking? He’s two years younger than me. And he’s insane, a serial killer. Well, everybody has a little insanity inside them….

I was interrupted when there was a knock at my door. “Shit!” I whispered and then went to Jeff. “Jeff, get up! Get your lazy ass up!”

He grumbled and I glared. So I decided to drag his heavy ass off the couch and upstairs. Once he was up in my room, I went back downstairs and answered the door. It was my younger sister Mia, 18-years old and in college. “Oh…….what are you doing here…?”

She pushed me aside and walked right in. I just sighed, knowing this wasn’t going to be good. I closed the door and turned to her. “Alright, what do you want?”

Her reply:

She punched me across the face, HARD.

“Stand up!” she bellowed, grabbing me by my hair. “How dare you spread rumors about me you stupid bitch?!” she shrieked and punched me in the stomach numerous times, causing me to cough up blood. She then pushed me to the floor and kicked me several times and I swear I felt something in my body crack or at least pop. She grabbed my head again and slammed it against the wall a couple times before she finally dropped me. “I hope you get killed next time.”

I watched her leave with blurry vision and once she was gone, I was left alone to bleed and rot. I felt tears trickle down my cheeks and blacked out as one last thought came to my mind.

I don’t deserve to live….

………………………..

Jeff noticed it was quiet.

Almost too quiet for his taste. It was around noon when he finally woke up. He yawned and realized he was in the girl’s bedroom. Wait….he was on the couch last time he remembered. Jeff tossed the cloth into the hamper and then trudged downstairs, where he saw the girl lying face-down on the floor, a small puddle of blood under her body.

“Fuck!” he swore and quickly rushed to her, inspecting her wounds. She definitely had a large bump on her head and something was missed-placed near her ribs. Not broken or sprained, merely out of place. It was more visible in her chest than her back. So he carefully rolled her onto her back and used his palm to slam into her chest, causing her to cry out in pain.

She didn’t wake up though and just stayed knocked out. Her out of place part was not back into place, now he had to concentrate on her other wounds.

About an hour later, he had her tended to and up in her bedroom, lying comfortably in her bed. Jeff didn’t know why he was doing this. Merely because she was his entertainment. But he was going to find out who did this to her.

Jeff stayed in the house every day until midnight, then he went out for his usual kills, but he had killed more than he usually did for the past few days. Then he returned to Shell’s home and stayed in bed with her until noon or one in the afternoon, got up and did whatever he needed to do until midnight again.

That was his daily routine.

At the end of the week, two days since Shell was knocked unconscious, she finally woke up. She was confused to why as she was in bed with a sore body. Jeff explained he found her unconscious downstairs and she had a bit of trouble at first, but then she remembered what happened.

………………………

For the next few days, I just slept and slept because my head was hurting so much. I woke up around three in the afternoon on a Sunday and realized Jeff wasn’t in the bed. Usually I always found him sleeping against my back when he came back during the night.

I sighed and got out of bed, heading downstairs to eat. I found Jeff sitting on the couch, watching television. I grumbled and went into the kitchen to find something to eat. This was the same routine for the next week.

One night I was sleeping and I had fallen into a nightmare….

I remembered the blood, the fire, and the bullies who tortured me. They were hurting me…hurting me so much I bled a lot. I had been whimpering and crying in my sleep and I didn’t know Jeff was already sleeping beside me.

My scream woke him up.

“WAKE THE FUCK UP! YOU’RE DREAMING!!”

I gasped as my eyes shot open, tears tricking down my cheeks. Jeff hovered above me, his eyes narrowed in confusion and his lips set into a thin line. “You were screaming in your sleep.”

“Y-yea so...?” I roughly wiped the tears from my eyes and sniffled. “Just another nightmare….”

“What kind of nightmare?”

I just glared at him and rolled away from him, my back facing him. “None of your fucking business. Nothing to worry about anyway.”

There was silence between us for a few brief seconds and then I spoke. “This might surprise you, but I’ve always wanted to kill someone.”

“Oh really?”

I could hear the slight surprise in his voice and smirked. “Yeah.” I turned back to him. “I’ve had fantasies of killing my enemies, especially my bullies.”

Jeff smirked also. “Tell me one of them.”

“There’s this one guy who harassed me through all my school years. His name was Tyler.” I began, scratching my cheek and wincing slightly when I touched the bruise on my cheek. “My fantasy of killing him was tying him to his bed, cutting off all his limbs and once that was done, stab his stomach a bunch of times and shove his intestines down his throat, gagging him and then burning him alive.”

He applauded once. “That’s a very creative mind you got there.”

I just continued smirking. “Would it be bad if I said I wanted to make it real? I know where he lives and all.”

He stared at me for a few seconds. “You want to make the fantasy real?”

I nodded. Call me crazy, but I’ve wanted to kill Tyler for years.

“Alright….”

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I parked the car from across the street and sighed, fingering the blade in my coat. “You wanna stay here?” I asked the male sitting in the passenger seat next to me.

“Stay here? Fuck that, I’m watching.”

I chuckled and we got out of the car and headed towards the balcony of Tyler’s apartment. “Give me a boost.” I whispered and Jeff put his hands together, letting me put my foot in it and tossed me up. I grabbed onto the balcony without much effort and pulled myself on it.

I helped Jeff get onto the balcony and I quietly opened the door, smelling the stench of alcohol. “Ugh….I always thought he was a heavy drinker.” I rubbed my nose and we walked inside, Jeff closed the balcony door behind him.

We walked to the bedroom and I saw the sleeping form of the guy who tormented me through all my school years. I could feel some sort of excitement building up in my body as the thoughts of his blood splattering came into my mind. I smirked and got him into position, tying his hands and feet to the bed posts.

I walked over to the side and slapped Tyler across the face. “Wake up. I want you to be awake for this asshole.”

He groaned and opened his eyes groggily, blinking a couple times and then focused his attention on me. “W-what the fuck?!” he struggled in his binds and then froze up when I brought out a large knife from my coat. It was the biggest knife I could find in my kitchen and also the sharpest.

“Let’s see Tyler…..” I went around to his left leg. “Let’s start with this one….”

As I began to cut into his flesh with my knife, he screamed out in agonizing pain. “Oh shut up!” I grabbed a shirt from the floor and gagged him with it, silencing his screaming. I continued to cut through flesh, tissue and actually bone until his left leg was gone down from the knee.

Tyler was screaming and crying, his begging muffled.

I smirked darkly, chuckling as I moved onto his next limb.

About an hour went by and all of Tyler’s limbs were gone. I straddled his waist and raised the bloodied knife above my head, an insane look in my eyes. His eyes widened in fear as I brought the knife down and plunged it into his fatty stomach. He screamed out in pain, his screams muffled from his gag.

As I yanked the knife out, blood splattered on my clothes and I grinned, thrusting the knife into his stomach again. I stabbed him repeatedly in his stomach until it was torn open. I ungaged him and looked at him. “Hungry? Have a bite!” I ripped his intestines out of his body and shoved them into his mouth and down his throat.

He cried, bleeding fast. Oh, but I wasn’t going to let him die that easily. I grabbed a lighter out of my pocket and jumped off the bed, smirking as I flipped it open and seeing his expression of terror. “Goodbye Tyler.”

And I tossed the lighter onto him.

He immediately erupted into flames and screamed out in pure agony. The flames spread across the room and I turned to Jeff, who had a look of complete amazement on his face. “Surprised?” I smirked.

“That….was probably the best killing I have ever seen!” he clapped a few times, smirking the whole time. “Looks like I’ll have to pick up a few tips from you.”

“Ai-yup. Now let’s get of here before we get trapped.”

We left the apartment as it was soon engulfed in flames. As we drove away, I glanced at my review mirror, watching as the building burned.

And the entire time we drove back to my apartment, I didn’t feel one once of guilt or regret.

He DESERVED it.
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