This chapter contains vulgar language an slight gore!

be prepared!

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"Fine, you want to know who tended to your wounds so badly? I'll show you."

Gasping slightly your eyes widened. He was giving in to you. He was giving in to your complaints, to your nagging. You opened your mouth to say something else but your mind just couldn't find any words. Jeff was still lying on the bed, facing the ceiling.

He didn't budge for a while and you were starting to think he just said it to shut you up. However it was then he slowly moved, getting in a sitting position while his raven black hair covered his face. You heard him grumbling something before his eyes traveled towards you.

Still slightly in shock you met his gaze. His eyes stood dull, tired and angry. As always. Gathering the strength to break the staring contest you moved your head. You propped yourself onto your elbows and used your good hand to help yourself to sit.

From the corner of your eye you could see Jeff following your every movement, every twitch your body made. You took a deep breath before you were finally sitting straight up, wondering what he would do now. Without spilling a word Jeff slowly moved out of the bed.

He walked right past the bed and towards the door at the end of the room. You knew he wanted you to follow, you knew he needed you to follow. Correction, you needed to follow. He was willing to show you something.

Slowly and steadily you moved over the bed towards the edge. Each time you moved a limb or even breathed in you could feel the stinging pain in your body calling you back to bed. You were reminded of how this was a bad idea, of how you weren't even remotely in the position to move.

However you couldn't back down now.

Biting on your lip in order to suppress the pain you moved your legs over the edge of the bed. This alone took quite a lot of energy and you dared to glance up to watch Jeff. He only stood there, a blank stare written on his face while he looked at you.

He didn't say anything.

He didn't mock you or tell you to hurry up.

Whatever his reason was you doubted that he had the patience to wait for you, so you decided to put some pressure onto your legs. The wounds stung like a mad bee, but it was bearable. You wobbly stood up, trying to regain your balance before you were standing straight onto your feet.

Walking- Correction. Faltering over towards Jeff you saw him opening the door. Trailing closely behind him and closing the door you continued to wobble on your feet. With each step you took you felt your body protesting, the skin tissue of your wounds ripping further and further...

But that wasn't important right now.

You wanted to know who treated your wounds and why Jeff would let you see him/her so easily.

You followed Jeff down the same path you had followed him many times. Through the long corridor, down the old and rusty stairs, straight towards the famous and godforsaken door. Your breathing became heavier thanks to the effort your body had to make.

You were slowing down, but you didn't have the strength to continue on Jeff's pace. As if he smelled your faults he glanced over his shoulder angrily.

"The fuck are you doing?" He growled at you, still not breaking his intense gaze. Giving a soft huff you prepared the breath to speak:

"I can't... Keep up." You replied completely out of breath. Now Jeff was already at the door, while you were still not halfway through the small hallway. Rolling his eyes visibly he turned his attention back towards the door before opening it.

Then he turned back towards you, holding out his hand in an unusual, strange manner. While you were limping towards the guy you oddly examined the outstretched limp. Was he really trying to give you his hand? You wondered if it wasn't just some sort of motion for you to hurry up, but after a few seconds he still had the limb raised into the air.

Hesitantly, you stretched your arm out towards his. Your hand ready to grab his hand in order to support your painful body. You almost shivered at the cold and leathery touch of his hand. He had never touched you other than hitting, abusing and other inappropriate but careless and cold touches.

You felt him clenching your hand in his and before you knew it you were roughly pulled towards him. Giving a soft gasp of shock while your bones protested, your face nearly hit his chest. You felt his other hand moving over your back, giving you shivers before it stopped at your shoulders...

He held you like this for a few seconds, close to him. So close you could feel his breath on your skin. You were confused, scared and nervous at the same time. He was acting unusual. Even more than ever. You had no idea what was going on in his twisted and sick mind and to be honest you didn't want to know.

As long as whatever he did wouldn't involve you, you would be fine.

However just as you were about to get a steady grip onto the situation you felt Jeff turning you slightly before a harsh push was felt at your back. Total shock filled your veins as your orbs widened.

Out of a reflex your hand had enclosed itself tightly around his, feeling the hand at your back slowly disappearing as you were tumbling downwards. The sweat, the gravity and Jeff letting go of your hand combined made you lose the grip of the only thing keeping you from falling.

It was then you tumbled down the stairs roughly. No body part was spared as you crashed onto the ground with a loud thud. An ear piercing scream echoed through the cold and long hallways and it took you a few seconds to realize it was you who was screaming.

Your whole body, which was already damaged enough, was filled with pain. Your broken and shattered hand was pounding even harder and more painful than it had ever before and you were sure the wounds on your legs had reopened completely.

If not then you would've gained a few new wounds.

Gasping for air like the pitiful person you were you saw the world spinning right before your eyes. You saw a shadow looming over your body, staring down at you until you realized the shadow had to be Jeff. Groaning loudly you tried to say something, anything.

You wanted to yell at him, ask him what the fuck his problem was... But you were also scared and yet again extremely confused. You just had no fucking clue what to do with this situation, what to do with Jeff's kindness turning into abuse and vice versa.

What to do with all the wrong, mixed signals he constantly gave you.

You didn't know if you had to be angry, if you had to be scared, if you had to be sad. The only person in the whole world who could make you feel this powerless, this clueless was the smiley killer looming right over your small and damaged frame.

"Get up." He merely ordered. You were breathing loudly. Mucus filling your lungs and giving you trouble to suck in oxygen. Either it was mucus or an organ had just given up and filled your lungs with blood.

How much you wanted to listen to Jeff and get up you couldn't. You were literally nailed to the ground, the cold floor sucking all of the warmth and strength out of your body. You figured it was thanks to the smack you had made.

Your body already had little energy left.

"I said Get up." He angrily repeated. A soft squeak came out of your mouth when you tried to speak, as if your vocal cords were as crushed as your body felt right now. Swallowing whatever was in your mouth you tried to speak again, this time with more success.

"I can't." You merely breathed out. It felt strange to be trying to force your body to do something for the person who was the cause of this demise. However you knew this wasn't the time to be talking back. You weren't in the safety of Jeff's room and for all you knew he could just let you lie here like a prey.

Ready for another bloodthirsty killer to find you and rip you apart until nothing would be left of you. Besides, there would be no one who would stop them. You weren't of use anymore.

You tried to move your legs a little, but they didn't get any further than an inch apart. At least the world wasn't spinning.

It was then you felt two arms wrapping themselves underneath your lower back. Completely giving in to the strength and gravity you let your body hang limp until you were standing vertical again. Your feet touched the ground softly as you were more dangling above the ground than standing.

You were pressed against Jeff's chest, completely hanging like a gigantic ragdoll in his arms. You desperately tried to stand but only the tip of your toes could slightly touch the cold, concrete floor. You were afraid Jeff would drop you to the floor again if you didn't stand right away.

He was unreadable; you knew that after all this for certain.

You didn't even dare to look at him as he was holding you so close to his body.

Then without any warning he slowly and almost gently put you onto the ground again. You felt his arms removing themselves from your body and you managed to keep your balance. Standing there in silence you decided to just look up a little.

Before you could meet his gaze, his voice sneered through the silence:

"Is your little temper tantrum done? I don't have time for this bullshit, dollface." You saw him turning around and walking away again. Feeling angry, insulted yet again useless and powerless as you looked at his back.

Deciding against talking back to him merely for the sake of seeing your 'healer' you tried to follow him. Each step vibrated an even worse pain through your body than before and you had to bald your fists to keep going, to keep standing straight.

That push wasn't only extremely unnecessary, cruel and rude but also one step closer towards death. You had escaped it once; you doubted you could get the chance to escape it twice. Taking in another deep breath before holding it you followed Jeff down the long hallway.

You noticed how you weren't going back towards the gigantic maze underneath this facility but rather walked the hallways you had walked before. Even though they gave the same disgusting, cruel vibe you did feel a little safer in these hallways.

As if being closer to the ground floor had something to do with it.

Having trouble keeping up with the insane killer you managed to keep him in your sight. He didn't glance back at you or stopped in his tracks. He only kept on walking his own pace.

When he suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway your curiosity began to grow. Finding new strength to falter over to the guy you quickly took a glance around. To Jeff's left side was a door stained with red liquid. You didn't need to think twice of what it was.

To his right was also a door. This one a lot cleaner than the other one, but you knew that you couldn't be deceived by looks. You had gone through similar doors before and they could be even worse than the doors stained with blood.

Jeff's body slowly turned to the door on the left, much to your dismay. His lidless orbs glanced back at you for a single second before they focused on the door again. Once you had reached the killer you stopped in your tracks, waiting in anticipation and slight fear for Jeff to open the door.

However he only stood there, watching the door intently in complete silence. You took a quick glance at the door, wondering what was so special about it that the famous and impatient Jeff the Killer could only look at it.

"What are you waiting for? I don't have all day." He growled lowly, crossing his arms while his body now faced yours. Confusion spreading through your veins you began to realize what he was talking about. He wanted you to open the door.

Feeling slight panic you started to shake your head frantically. The last time you had opened a door it was a nice surprise... For what you could call nice. But you had the feeling you wouldn't be safe in that room without Jeff looming over your shoulder.

"You wanted to see this fucking person didn't you, sweetcheeks? Then open the fucking door or I'll drag you back upstairs right now by your hairs." Feeling his impatience seeping through your skin you swallowed the lump in your throat quickly.

It didn't seem like you had a choice.

It was either seeing this person or getting back upstairs with no answers at all.

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Hello darlings,

Here I am, finnaly.

These two months have been really hectic for me and so I had little to no time to be on. Quotev has changed (again for fuck's sake) a lot. It took me a while to understand last editor now I have to do it all over again.

Anyway, here is the new chapter you've all been waiting for! I can honestly say I'm happy with the little break. My inspiration for this story has been growing a lot however the time to write was little. I have so many ideas and yet so little time to put them on paper.

Thank the lord this will change soon as I'm starting to work less and less. It's still not on the level I used to, but it's a starter.

I told you guys I'd continue on the story sooner or later. Especially since I have the endings all planned out, but that's irrelevant for now.

I'm going to reply to all the messages as soon as possible, but please don't be angered when I didn't respond to yours. I've been away for at least a month and my inbox is spammed. Yours might get overlooked.

I want to thank you all for the amazing support. Comments like: "I've been waiting since March but I understand. Take your time!" mean a lot to me. I know you are all waiting and I want to write too, but I just didn't have the time. It's nice to know people are backing you up even though it seems you've given up.

I'll try to get the next update within two weeks, though I can't promise anything.

Leave a comment, heart or whatever you kids do these days and stay awesome!

Have a terrific day :D

P.S. WHAT IS THIS MADNESS CALLED THIS EDITOR?!