Jeff the Lover?! by Kelly Bui (read full novel .txt) 📕

We sat on top of a skyscraper that Kelly picked out and watched as the sun set on the horizon. I don't really know why she chose this specific skyscraper. I guess... the view was better? Still I don't know why she chose this one though. I looked over at Kelly, who was sitting at the edge of the building and legs dangling off. She wasn't watching the sun though... She was looking down at all the ant-like people. We haven't said anything to each other since we got to the top of the building. I decided I had to break the ice.

"So," I started. She looked over at me. I could see her face more clearly. Her eyes were glistening and sparkling but in some sort of... psycotic way? She had a psycotic smile a little, too... "Why'd you choose this building to be on?" 

"Because," She replied.

"Because why?"

"Because this is over the club my sister secretly works at." I was kind of surprised to hear that. 

"And what does she have to do with us being up here...?" 

"She's the one that I want to kill tonight! As well as my parents!" I'm surprised by what she said. I've never heard anyone say that before. 

"Why do you want to kill them so badly?" I asked.

"My parents... They abuse me for their entertainment... Make me a servant or slave to do all the house work. And my sister... Always fangirling about YOU...! It bothers me so much because you're supposed to me a serial killer and not a some random hot guy murdering anyone he sees." I knew girls would fangirl over me but not like HER. She sighed and looked at me straight in the eye. "Sorry.... Let's change the subect..."

"Anyways, let's just watch the sun set then we can rest when the sidewalks and streets clear up." I said as I sat down next to her. She nodded and we watched the sun set. She yawned and stretched. I looked over at her. "Tired?" I asked her. She nodded and rested her head on my shoulder. My eyes widened at that one simple movment. She looked up to me and said,

"Wake me up at midnight..." Before falling asleep on my shoulder. Her hair fell over her face as she moved around to get comfortable. Then again, we are at the edge of a skyscraper with our feet dangling off. I looked at her. Sleeping soundly and unafraid. I was surprised that she isn't scared of me or any of the others anymore... Maybe it's because she thinks seen worse than us. I pulled her hair behind her ear and wrapped my arm around her shoulders so she wouldn't fall. I pulled her closer as the night breeze blew by to keep her warm, too. After I pulled her over to warm her up, she uncrossed her arms around herself and wrapped them around my lower torso. I was even more shocked. I felt my face grow warm a little.

What's that mean? I looked at my reflection on my knife. My cheeks were a light pink because of my pale skin. Is that called blushing? I'm blushing?! WHY THE HELL AM I BLUSHING?! I think I've heard about this before... When someone is in love or is embarrassed or something like that... They blush... Does that mean I'm in love with Kelly...? I shook the thought. No, that's impossible! I'm Jeff the Killer. I love no one and never will! I looked down at her. Maybe just a lit- NO! I shook the thought off again. She's my apprentice and nothing more. She's not a slave anymore since she enjoys this. 

Time Skip Midnight

I shook Kelly. "Hey," I said. "Wake up, it's midnight." 

"Mmn..." She moaned. "Really...?" She sat up and rubbed her eyes, removing her grip on my lower torso. After she let go, my lower torso felt cold. I wanted her back and hugging me a- NO! I can't fall in love with her. I told myself that already. I sighed and stood up.

"So which one is your sister? There are like 5 sluts on the street." I pointed out.

"Waaaaait..." She replied groggily. "I'm still sleepyyy...." She stood up slowly and almost fell over the edge. "Ah!" I grabbed her wrist before she fell over. I pulled her back and she fell onto my chest. 

"You okay?" I asked. She looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with a terror and looked like she was about to cry. But she nodded anyways. She hid her face in my chest and sniffled. I stroked the back of her head as she cried silently into my chest.

After a couple of minutes she stopped and wiped her tears off with her sleeve. "Better?" I asked.

"Mhm..." She mumbled.

"Alright, are you ready for tonight?"

"Hell yea!" She pulled out her knife.

"Oh! I totally forgot about your axe! Do you want one of the smaller one handed ones or a big two handed one?"

"Um... I'll take a smaller one handed one please." 

"Alright, we'll see if we have any at home later. Anyways, ready?" She nodded. "Let's go!" We pulled up our hoods and ran down the stairs to the bottom of the building. I hid my knife in my pocket as did Kelly. I leaned over to Kelly and asked in a low voice, "Which is your sister?" 

"The one in the leopard print bikini and sparkling black high heels..." She said, pretending to gag. I laughed at that. She smiled. 

"Who are you?!" A voice in front of us said. We looked forwards again with our eyes wide open. Good thing our hood's shadowed over our faces. I'm guessing it was Grace because she was looking at us with a taser pointed straight at Kelly. But she realized who I was and started freaking out. "OM FUCKING G! It's JEFF!!!" She screamed. I could feel a dark aura next to me that belonged to Kelly. I got confused and remembered what she said earlier. I saw her pull out her knife. Kelly...?

I saw her pull out her knife. Kelly...? She glared at the two sluts before us. I could feel a dark aura around her. I put my hand on her shoulder to calm her down. Her shoulders relaxed and she looked down at the ground.

"Well, who might this be Jeff?" Asked Grace, with a tint of jealousy and smidge of anger in her voice. I didn't answer and started to act like my psychotic side. I put on my wicked smile and held out my knife.

"This person right here..." I said in a demented smile. "Is the last person you'll ever see when you DIE."

"Can I at least get her name?" Grace said, checking her nails. I was about to refuse but Kelly put her hand over my mouth. She looked up at me but the hood's shadow covered her eyes.

'Let me handle this.' She mouthed. She let go of my mouth and started walking over to Slut #2.

"What the hell are you going to do with that knife?" Slut #2 asked. Kelly said nothing. Suddenly, Kelly disappeared and there was a blur rushing in front of the slut. At first she held her throat as if she was choking herself… But then, blood squirted everywhere between her fingers. She was choking… On her own blood, until she collapsed on the ground, lying in her own little pool of blood. Kelly appeared beside me again, with blood all over her right cheek and hoodie.

"Wh-what the hell?!" Grace screamed. "You're a fucking MONSTER!" Kelly just smirked.

"Why that's the idea deary!" Kelly said in a psychotic voice. I was surprised by the way she was talking. She was amazing at changing voices and murder too! These are thoughts of a mentor, not anything I else... I reminded myself. Grace looked confused.

"Wait... The only person who ever calls me that is my mom... Are you my mom?!" I facepalmed. Kelly just tilted her head and sighed heavily.

"No you slut..." She mumbled as she grinded her teeth together. "Someone who CAME from your mom you dumbass!"

"Kelly?!"

"Yes! Final - fucking - ly! Congratulations! You figured out who I am!" Kelly said sarcastically while pulling down her hood. "And Jeff was right. He's no one's. More like I'm his and that I am going to be the last thing you see before you die." Kelly said. Grace's legs started to shake as Kelly smiled ready to slice her throat open, too. “I’ll give you a three second head start… One…” Grace darted off, as fast as her disgusting sparkly black heels could take her. “Two…” Kelly continued. Grace was almost to the other side of the street now. “Three!” She disappeared and again, the blur rushed to Grace tackling her and breaking her black heels.

“Get off me you whore!” Grace screamed.

“Who the hell are you calling a whore?!” Kelly screamed. “I’m not the one wearing a leopard print bikini in front of a fucking bar, about to go lap dance on some thirsty as fuck guy!” Kelly landed her knife in Grace’s right shoulder. Grace shrieked in pain. “Also! I’m not the one fucking with any horny ass dickhead who’s in their 50’s!” She landed her knife in the other shoulder. Again, another shriek of pain. "I never want to fucking see your face again and I never WILL!" For the last blow, she stabbed Grace in the throat. She choked, hacked, coughed up blood until her body was motionless before the now blood covered Kelly. Kelly pulled out her knife and walked back over to me smiling innocently. I smiled back and patted her head. 

"Good job," I said. She kind of blushed and averted her eyes in another direction. "Uh... You're a great apprentice!" Kelly's blush disappeared. I couldn't really tell though because of the blood on her cheek. Her hood shadowed over her eyes and she mumbled,

"Thanks..." As she walked back to the direction of where we lived. What? Was it something I did wrong? I was confused as I walked beside Kelly. We said nothing to each other as we walked home. She stood behind me as I pulled out my keys to the house and unlocked the door. We walked in on Sally and Jack arguing and Slenderman between trying to calm them both down. Ben was just sitting on the couch with his headphones on, ignoring all the ruckus. I walked forward to stop Sally and Jack from arguing but Kelly walked before me