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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 6

“FUCK!!!”

That was the first thing Jeff heard as he was jerked awake by Shell’s scream. He suddenly yelled out when she swerved to the side on instinct, avoiding a large herd of deer in the nearly empty highway and the car broke through the steel metal bars on the sides of the road and rolled down the hill several times, stopping when it hit a tree upside down.

“Agghhhhhh fuck…..” Jeff groaned as he was lying on the top of the car, as he was not wearing a seatbelt when the accident happened. He felt blood trickle down his cheek and from the side of his head. “Shell?”

No response.

Jeff glanced over, trying to focus his somewhat blurry vision on the brunette’s form. She had her seatbelt on and was hanging upside down from her seat. He could hear the dripping sound of liquid coming from her unconscious form.

“Shit….” He swore quietly and was able to get himself out easily. He staggered a bit when he had gotten up, but then he managed to regain his balance and then walked around to the driver’s side and knelt down. He would have to be careful, in case Shell had a concussion, which she most likely did. “Damnit….”

He held her head with one hand and then with the other, unbuckled her seat belt and let her body hit the ground without her head going with it. Putting his hands under her arms, he dragged her out of the car and gently set her down so he could examine her. She had a large gash on her temple, a cut in her scalp and cuts along her arms and chest from the broken glass.

Jeff pressed his ear to Shell’s chest and sighed in relief when he heard her heart beating. It had been a couple days since they escaped onto the road and they would take turns driving so the other could sleep, only stopping when they needed to. He sighed, irritated slightly and grabbed everything they needed out of the car, able to carry that and Shell by himself.

Carefully, he pulled Shell up by her shoulders and put her left arm over his shoulders and then put both of his under her knees and around her back and lifted her up, realizing she weighed little to him or was it because he was really strong? Her head rested on his shoulder as her other arm was lying in her lap.

“Just hold on Shell….” He murmured as he began walking.

About fifteen minutes later, Jeff came across a small, but local motel that was near an Oasis. Shell was still unconscious, but she was breathing regularly. Once they reached the motel, Jeff gently set her down against the wall outside the lobby. He made sure he had his knife and walked into the lobby.

“Hello sir-oh my god! Are you alright?! Do you want me to call for help?!” The lobbyist stood up, obviously horrified when she saw Jeff’s face and his blood covered hoodie.

Jeff just smiled darkly and once he got close enough, he swung his knife and cut open the woman’s throat deeply, watching as she gasped and gurgled as her very life source gushed from the open wound. He laughed as she fell to the ground, a puddle already beginning to form around her still twitching corpse. “Go to sleep.” He sang.

He then grabbed a random key off the hook behind the desk and went back outside, picking up Shell and when he got to the right motel room, he had to keep her standing with one hand while he used the other to unlock the door, took the key out and then picked her back up, carrying her inside and then shutting the door.

He put her down on the king sized bed in the room, which was decent despite it being a motel room. He needed to find the supplies to help tend to her wounds. He decided.

…………………………….

About another twenty minutes later, he had used Shell’s money to buy some of the supplies they needed; some more clothes, food and some medical supplies. He made sure all the windows and doors were locked, along with the curtains being closed. He then walked over to the bed and found Shell right where he left her.

He got what he needed and began tending to her wounds, cleaning up the bigger ones first and then tending to the small ones. He had to remove her shirt, thanking himself that she was wearing a tank top underneath. He wiped up all of the blood. Her shirt was actually the only thing that was bloody.

The killer sighed as he tended to her arms, small cuts and bruises laid upon her now incredibly pale skin. He lifted up her tank top a little, brushing his fingers over the almost now healed scar on her side.

Why he hadn’t killed her yet, maybe he wasn’t even sure himself. For one reason, she was his entertainment and maybe….there was something else. She never screamed when she looked at him. She was probably just as fucked up as he was, though she never killed her own family.

“Liu…..” Jeff muttered to himself as his older brother came into his mind.

He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when the female on the bed beside him let out a loud, pained groan and was about to lift her head when Jeff intervened. “Don’t lift your head, you have a concussion.” He spoke, trying to keep her lying down in order too prevent further damage to her head.

She groaned again and put a hand to her head. “My head……what happened…?”

“We were in an accident. You swerved off the road to prevent hitting a large amount of deer.” He explained and then got up; getting some pain pills he stole from a small medical store near the motel. He got a glass of water for her and made her take the pills without trying to choke her.

She sighed and laid back down, obviously in pain and exhausted. “We’ll stay here for a few days and then move on once your head is all better.” He settled down behind her and curled an arm around her waist.

“M’kay….” She mumbled before going back to sleep.

……………………..

We stayed at the motel for a good week or so before Jeff spoke up about us leaving now. “There’s a car out back, probably belonged to that lobbyist I killed.” He said and helped me pack up. “This time, I’m driving.”

I chuckled half-heartedly and once we got everything packed up, we headed out. We both heard on the news, more murders in the area that were committed by a tall person wearing a white hoodie.

“We should get you a different attire.” I spoke to him.

“You have a point Shell.” He spoke.

All of a sudden, the car began to sputter and then it died on us. “You gotta be-!” Jeff growled and kicked open the door. “Let’s go, we’re walking.”

I sighed and we got everything we needed, and then headed off. We were taking a break when what sounded like a twig suddenly snapped. Both of us jumped up and we both brought out our knives, staying close to each other.

All of a sudden, hands as cold as ice reached around and grabbed me, pulling me to an obvious female body. I had left out a gasp by then and cringed as a knife was placed to my neck. Jeff glanced at me and the person who held my and glared at said person harshly.

“Hello Jane.”

Jane? Wait, as in Jane the Killer? I thought she was just a fucking Mary-Sue! I thought and winced slightly as the knife dug into my neck.

The woman behind me smirked. “Hello Jeffrey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah. Did I fucking rip out your side last time we fought?”

“Oh yes, you did. I have a scar from that Jeffrey.” Jane growled, pressing the knife more into my neck. “And who is your new friend? Is she your lover? Your fuck-toy?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Jeff stated, bringing his knife up.

Jane suddenly shoved me hard to the side and the back of my head hit the ground hard, causing me to black out. It couldn’t have been for more than a minute, because I heard the scuffling of the two killers fighting. I opened my eyes, a little blood trickling down my forehead and saw Jeff pinned by Jane.

I heard a yell of pain as Jane stabbed him in the side and twisted her knife. Anger boiled up inside me and I grabbed my knife, ignoring the dizziness in my mind and ran at Jane, jumping onto her back and plunging the knife deep into the middle of her back. Jane screamed out in pain and fell onto the ground, writhing in pain from the knife in her back.

“You fucking bitch!!” I screeched and kicked her hard in the ribs. I then reached down and yanked the knife out of her back, kicking her hard across the face it knocked her out. I panted and then hurried to Jeff as his white sweatshirt began to stain from where Jane had stabbed him.

“It’s okay, we’re okay.” I took off my jacket and pulled up his sweatshirt, folding up my jacket and pressing it against his side.

He hissed from the pain and let his head fall back. “Fuck…..we have to leave before she wakes up.”

I nodded and gathered everything we needed, and then helped him up and we moved on. We found a small clinic that was abandoned and we broke inside. Strangely it was like a house/clinic, there was a bedroom, a kitchen and a bathroom. I gently set Jeff down on the bed and hurried to find what we needed.

………………………

“How are you feeling now?”

“Alright I guess. Somewhat dizzy, but you were quick to stop the blood.”

I grinned a little and rubbed the back of my head. “Well…..you’re welcome. So Jane is real?”

Jeff grunted as he sat up, his side heavily bandaged. “Yeah. She claims I killed her parents and now she bitches about it every single second of her life. Once I kill her, she can join her parents in heaven…or hell, whatever.”

“Meh, when we die, we’ll probably go to hell.” I sighed and ignored the fact that the killer in front of me wasn’t wearing a shirt. “Not that I don’t mind though.”

I sat beside him and sighed, getting comfortable. I was about to say something, but the black-haired male beside me suddenly reached over and grabbed my face with both hands. “Jeff, what are you-?!”

“Shut up.” He growled and without warning, crashed his mouth against mine.

“MMM?!” my eyes immediately closed tightly from the rough, unexpected kiss. He held my face tightly in his hands, his lips pressed hard against mine. I clutched the bed sheets and blushed furiously and gasped when he bit down on my lip hard, drawing blood and then forced his tongue into my mouth.

I didn’t struggle, which was actually surprising to both of us. I let him do what he wanted and when a minute went by, he pulled away and then let go of my face, laying down and grabbing the wet cloth to put over his eyes.

I blinked.

What the fuck was that all about?
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