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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 5

When I woke up, Jeff was pressed up against my back and I was still covered in blood. I groaned softly and rubbed my left shoulder, which had begun to let out a dull ache. I lifted my head and managed to slip out of Jeff’s grasp and then went to go shower. I scrubbed all the blood off my body and washed my hair at least twice.

Once I was out, I dried off and wrapped a towel around myself. My long hair fell over my eyes, causing me to blink a few times. I stared at my reflection. The scars on my face, the scars on my side and shoulder…..

And the realization I murdered one of my enemies in revenge suddenly came rushing back into my mind. “Heh…..hehehehehe….” I chuckled quietly, a smile coming onto my face. I hung my head, my hair hiding my face. “Haha……….Hahahaha…….” I started to laugh and then I snapped my head up, laughing hysterically.

Then, I curled my fingers and punched the mirror hard, shattering the mirror and causing glass to stab into my knuckles. I didn’t realize I was crying until I heard a PLIP sound. I thought I heard a faint yell from the other room, but I ignored it and punched the mirror again, still laughing and crying.

Then I heard pounding on the door, which startled me and caused me to snap my attention to the door. “SHELL, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!”

I ignored it and picked up a piece of glass, holding it tightly in my other hand. I held up my wrist and positioned the glass over my skin.

Memories of being harassed and tortured throughout my school years, by bullies and by my own sister came rushing back to me. I felt tears roll down my face and choked back a sob as I slashed my wrist with the glass.

“You like that? Huh?! You wanted me to kill myself! WELL YOUR WISH IS GRANTED!!”

I positioned the glass above a vital vein and was just about to slice through it when I heard the door crack as Jeff kicked it open. “IDIOT!” he screamed at me and smacked the glass out of my hand and he grabbed my arms in a vice grip. “What the fuck are you thinking?!”

I looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, feeling numb. So I shrugged. “I don’t know…”

I wasn’t surprised at all when he smacked me hard across the face, which caused a little trail of blood to trickle down my chin. He grabbed my face roughly, forcing me to look at him. “You don’t know?” he snarled, glaring at me hard.

“N….no…..”

He let go of my face and pulled me up, turning on the cold water and shoving both my bleeding wrist and hand underneath the water. He pulled the glass from my skin, the big pieces with his fingers and the littler pieces with tweezers.

I winced when he pulled the bigger pieces out and once all the blood had stopped seeping from both my wrist and hand, he wrapped them up and once he was finished, he turned to me. “Why did you do that?”

I looked away. “I know you were bullied……and that you killed your family……..but……at least you weren’t bullied your whole life….even by your own sister….”

Jeff frowned, which was unusual for him to do. “So you tried to kill yourself because you were bullied more than I was?”

“……Yeah….the memories are still there…”

“Is that why you killed that Tyler prick?”

“Yeah…..”

“You want my honest opinion?”

“Sure…”

“You’re more fucked up than I thought.” Jeff spoke and then smirked. “But I like it.”

I frowned. “I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“It’s a compliment.”

“Good………can we go out killing tonight? I have an urge.”

Jeff laughed. “I knew you were going to get addicted. It’s like a fucking drug. Take it once and you want to do more.”

“Good. I have someone in mind…..”

………………………

I snuck up from behind Morgan and knocked her out with the two by four in my hand. I dropped it and then picked her small body up, carrying it to the car. Looking around, I threw Morgan’s unconscious form into the backseat, got in and then drove off.

“You seem like you have these murders planned out.” Jeff commented from his spot in the front passenger seat.

“Hell yeah, they’re called fantasies.” I smirked and drove to an abandoned warehouse out of town. I dragged Morgan inside, Jeff following behind and tied Morgan’s hands behind her back tightly and also tied her feet together. I slapped her. “Oi bitch, wake up.”

Morgan groaned and opened her blue eyes, widening when she saw me as I smirked. “You!”

“Hehehehe, that’s right Morgan. It’s me.” I chuckled. “I’m glad you remember me. Now we can have fun.” I held up the gleaming knife in my hand.

Morgan glared at me. “I knew you were always crazy.”

I froze at that word.

“I knew! You have always been a lunatic!! Always insane!!” she continued, struggling in her bonds. “EVER SINCE YOU WROTE THAT STORY! YOU SHOULD’VE KILLED YOURSELF YOU STUPID BITCH! CRAZY! INSANE!”

There was complete silence between all of us, not even Jeff said something. I shook and trembled with anger and then screamed out in rage, bringing my foot up and slamming it down on Morgan’s leg. She let out a loud scream of agonizing pain and then I quickly straddled her waist and stuck the blade of my knife into her mouth, against the side.

I smirked. “Can you smile for me Morgan?”

As I dragged the blade into her cheek, I relished in her screams and I carved a smile into her face that was like Jeff’s, but I didn’t get it quite right. “Hehehehe…..” I chuckled as she sobbed and choked on her own blood. “Now…..” I positioned the knife above her chest and then plunged the blade into the flesh. Again and again until I was able to see into her chest.

I let the knife fall from my hands and I shoved my hand into her chest, feeling around and then my fingers curled around a very important organ and in one swift move, I ripped it right out of her chest, blood flying everywhere. Morgan’s eyes widened to nearly an impossible wideness and then I smirked at her, crushing the heart in my hand.

She immediately went limp and I dropped the organ to the floor, reaching into my coat and pulling out a lighter. Opening it, I tossed it onto her body and her corpse erupted into flames.

I picked up my knife and without looking at Jeff, I walked out of the warehouse. I bet he had a dumbfounded look on his face. I didn’t even know I was crying until he pointed it out and I sniffled, tossing him the keys. “Can you drive….?”

“Yeah sure.”

We got back to my apartment and immediately when I went inside, I striped off my bloodied clothes, took off the bandages and took a long ass hot shower. I was in there for at least a half hour, no more before I finally came out dressed in pajamas.

Jeff looked up from his spot on my bed. “You don’t look so hot.”

I shrugged and then climbed into bed on the other side, my back facing him. “I’m going out. Cya later.” Jeff spoke and then walked out of my room.

It didn’t matter; I fell asleep a few minutes later.

I woke up around six o’clock, Jeff pressed up against my back. He was snoring softly. Good for him. I had another bitch to kill.

I quietly and carefully slipped out of his grasp and got dressed, grabbing my knife and then heading out. I decided to go after Britney this time and I knew she lived in a house not far from me. She was probably still sleeping, so I snuck through an unlocked window and quietly walked to her room. Her door was open and I smirked, walking inside.

Then she shot up and held a gun in her hands, firing once. The bullet went all the way through my forearm and I screamed out in pain, clutching my arm. “I knew it was you killing everybody.” She grinned at me and when I lunged at her, she shot me again, through my upper arm this time.

“FUCK YOU!” I screamed and lunged again, smacking the gun out of her hands and plunging the knife into her throat. She gasped and gurgled as blood gushed from both her mouth and throat. I yanked it out and then began stabbing her repeatedly as her hands clawed at my skin and face.

When she was finally dead, I panted and winced, grabbing a match from my pocket and lit it, throwing it on her body. By the time I left, the house was already up in flames. I sighed, driving with one arm. “Jeff is gonna be pissed…..”

I made it home without police stopping me and drove into the garage, walking inside and then shutting the door. To my surprise, Jeff was waiting for me when I got in. “What the FUCK happened to you?!”

I was silent for a moment and then explained.

“I’m an idiot right?”

“OF COURSE YOU’RE A FUCKING IDIOT!” he roared at me and then grabbed my good arm, dragging me into the bathroom. “Get in the fucking tub.”

He made me take off the clothes on my upper torso, but gave me a towel to cover my front as he cleaned my wounds. I was silent the whole time and sighed when he was finally done. He gave me two pain pills and I popped them into my mouth before getting into bed.

To my surprise, Jeff climbed in with me.

“I thought you were pissed.”

He huffed and threw his arm around me, pulling me to his chest. “I am. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

I was able to get some sleep until there was pounding on my door. I grumbled and went downstairs to answer it and was surprised to see two police officers right there. “Miss Hartford, you are under arrest.”

I blinked and then slammed the door in their faces, locking it. I ran upstairs. “Jeff! Jeff, we have a problem!” I shook him, waking him up rudely. “There’s two officers, what should I do?”

“Let them come in and go hide.” He replied, grabbing his knife and then went downstairs. I heard a thud, like he fell and then I heard the cracking as the front door was kicked open. There was silence and then loud yells, thuds and then everything went silent. Jeff came walking up the steps, blood splattered on his clothes and knife. “Pack. We’re leaving.”

I nodded and got dressed, grabbing a suitcase and packing as fast as I could. I also grabbed some clothes for Jeff and then my backpack, going downstairs to meet him. “Alright, I’m ready.”

We went out to the car and got in, me being the driver and headed off. “Where are we gonna go?” I asked him.

“Just keep driving.”

I sighed softly and just kept on driving.
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