This chapter contains vulgar language.

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You were still lying alongside of this killer, your brain constantly forming questions to ask. Constantly reminding you of the fact that you needed answers, that you needed to do something about this pulsing headache which was caused by a fair amount of confusion.

Each time another question rose to the brink of your thoughts, ready to move on towards your vocal cords and be spoken aloud. But every single one of them seemed to disappear on the trail. Like they couldn't be spoken. Like they didn't want to be spoken.

AS if every question you thought of wasn't the right one. They weren't the questions you had to ask him right now. But which would be?

Jeff's breathing was regular now, his grip on your pulse still present but his thumb stopped caressing it. However you could feel his grip tightening from time to time, as if he too was thinking. As if he had casted aside his impulsive, rough and unrefined nature for a while to actually think about things.

You couldn't know for sure, but it seemed like it.

His eyes slid over the ceiling, tracing imaginary lines and warning you that he was still awake. And somehow you knew he wouldn't get sleep anytime soon. Just like you.

Being plagued by irrational, weird and confusion thoughts as you could only obey Jeff and keep lying there. You had no idea how many minutes or even hours had passed but it felt like an eternity. The feeling you got when you were in limbo.

As if everything around you had stopped, as if the rules of time only applied to you two.

Your wounds had stopped bleeding, the little amount of bilirubin just enough to close off the wound with a darker shaded crust. You still had no clue what caused his sudden change in behavior, what caused him to be lying here next to you without sleeping or assaulting you.

What had caused him to be so...

So...

Without moving your head too far you glanced at the killer. When looking at him something inside of you was boiling. A flash of everything he had done, of every tear you had shed, of every loved one who had died thanks to him washed over you.

You resented him, you were furious at him. You felt disgust and utter hatred for the guy thanks to everything he had done. Your brain paired him with your worst nightmares, with everything you despised, with all you had hated before but then ten times worse.

This hate was fueled by fear. Fear of what he was going to do, fear of what he was capable of. Fear of his power, of his unnatural strength which was not human. Fear of his capabilities and above all... Fear of his insane and unpredictable mind.

Another thing which caused your fear was confusion. Confusion over what exactly was going on. Confusion over this whole ordeal, what you have been through and confusion towards Jeff.

Confusion... Because you didn't know how you were supposed to feel.

However looking at Jeff also gave you a positive feeling.

Determination, willpower. The determination to get out of here. The determination to get at least Rayne out alive and others if they still live. The determination to not get broken anymore by Jeff. The determination and willpower to survive.

The only thing keeping you standing and breathing. The natural and primeval response to any danger coming into a person's life.

Then there was something else. Something very vague, deep and almost not worth feeling. You didn't know what it was, how you could describe it. Was it positive? You weren't certain. Was it negative? You didn't know. All you knew was that it is there and that it sometimes, on very rare occasions, mixes with another feeling.

Those were only the big feelings you could categorize. There were tons of different, strange feelings you were feeling right now and had felt before. Your brain had an overload of emotions to handle and you had wondered why you were still sane.

Glancing at Jeff you began to wonder more things.

What did Jeff feel?

As he had said before several times and even showed, he didn't feel anything. However his actions proved otherwise. His abusing, his forcing himself onto you, his outbursts, his threats, his... His...

They were all things which showed that he did feel something, even if it was only anger and hatred.

That didn't mean he was capable of feeling everything. Something inside of him is broken, something in his brain is so damaged that it made him the psycho killer he is today. Something that makes humans capable of flaws, capable of imperfections.

Something that made Jeffrey Woods into Jeff the Killer.

That reminds you... This crazed psychopath was once a human man, once something similar to you.

You couldn't believe it.

You couldn't believe that this man, who was killing for FUN, who was enjoying the pain, abusing and blood every single time he sliced his knife into another victim was once a human just like you. He seemed like a monster.

He is a

Then something inside of you popped. Something came to surface and an unrealistic force made you think and act.

Words were forming on the tip of your tongue. Your gaze was still focused on the killer, still figuring out what he was doing and thinking right now. It was as if you now knew the right question to ask, the thing you needed to say.

Almost rolling out of your mouth smoothly you spoke the words:

"Jeff... Why do you enjoy killing so much? What made you like that?" Your soft voice sounded so powerful in the silent room. The sound almost scaring you a little thanks to you being accustomed to the silence. You saw that his eyes had stopped tracing lines, a sigh escaping his lips as he continued to bathe in silence.

You tried to read him, tried to figure out if he was coming up with an answer or simply ignoring you. But you saw something, you saw him changing, his expression changing. His eyes, which once stood dull, were now filling themselves with life, with a purpose.

After a short while you saw his mouth curling up a little, his grip on your pulse tightening as he gave a soft yet dark chuckle.

"It is something I can't explain but it's good. It's so goddamn good that it's even better than a drug. The fear seen, the blood, those disgusting little creatures crawling underneath me as they beg for their pathetic fucking sad lives. It fucking excites me."

You only stared at him, seeing the gleam in his eye returning as he talked about his favourite hobby. It made you feel slightly uncomfortable, but also a little more curious. You finally had the chance to see inside of his mind, to look what he was thinking.

To get a grip on him and by that the situation.

"The best part of it all is the power it gives you. Having the opportunity to end those miserable lives with only a swing of a knife. Stabbing them... Over and over until only a pile of goo is left." You were expecting an answer like this. However you didn't expect him to change so suddenly, to switch from silent and defeated to insane and lustful again.

If you wouldn't know better you'd think he'd get some sick kind of sexual pleasure from this all.

Maybe he was?

Even though the words he spoke were disgusting, creepy, uncomforting and scary you weren't faced at all. You had seen worse things; you had seen everything he described from up close. It didn't make you entirely immune to the emotions, but your mind had hardened over the course of time.

Thanks to this, you were wondering more things. You were wondering where this pleasure came from, where this... 'Addicting drug' had all started. His roots, his normal life... His...

Jeffrey Woods persona.

You wanted to know. If not out of pure curiosity then out of prevention. When you would escape you could warn society about this all, about them all. About how it will happen and what to do in order to prevent it.

This whole... Illness of insanity.

"But where did it start? Who was your first kill?" At this Jeff began to laugh loudly, his behavior completely turned over as he turned his head and stared at you with amusement. A glint in his eye showing that he was up to no good.

That question had really changed his mood.

"It's cute, doll, how you so suddenly seem to have an 'interest' in me. What's the matter? Developing Stockholm syndrome yet?" Your lips pursed at this comment, seeing that he was mocking you yet again instead of taking your serious for once.

However when you didn't respond to his 'explicit accusations' he turned his head back around again.

"If you want to know, I'll tell you." Your eyes slowly moved towards him, almost shocked that he gave in and would tell you so easily. That he would trust you enough to tell you the tale of how he became insane, of how he became a murderer for fun.

The tale of how he became Jeff the Killer.

"I was like you once, dollface. I had a disgusting good life, normal like most of you pathetic humans. I'll just skip to the good part for you, though. There were a few guys who didn't know with who they were messing with." You noticed that he had paused.

You were still watching him intently, trying to read his emotions, to read his words. Because of the carved smile, you couldn't pinpoint exactly what you thought he felt, but when he got to the last sentence you clearly saw a danger and darker cloud forming above his head.

These guys really didn't know with who they were messing with.

"They didn't leave me alone, they didn't leave US alone." You had no idea who he meant with 'us' but you didn't dare to interrupt his story. His mood had changed yet again, just like last time. However it was now from 'good' to 'bad'.

These... 'Guys' really seemed to strike a nerve.

"One day, those parasites decided to ruin a little party, so I decided to set. Them. Straight." You noticed that you had sucked in portions of air, his voice getting rougher with each word. Getting angrier, louder and stronger by the end of his sentence.

"Those disgusting vermin had attacked me first... But when it was my turn I couldn't stop anymore." It was not that Jeff sat up, instantly making you shoot up also. You didn't want to be in that position while Jeff was towering over you.

"I couldn't stop punching; I couldn't stop feeling their bones cracking underneath my fists as their blood was sprawling out of their mouth." You noticed his breathing getting heavier, his aura darkening and his hand tightening around your pulse to the point it hurt.

"They had harassed me for the last fucking time. In that fight, right at that moment... I was released, I snapped. I was finally able to show them who I really was, what I really was." He was slowly pulling you closer by your arm, while his gaze was focused on something in front of him.

You were almost regretting asking him about it, but you wanted to know.

"You know what the best part of that all was, doll? I. Enjoyed." He roughly pulled you closer, despite your struggle.

"Every" You were now yanked forward, staring straight into his insane eyes.

"Single" His face came closer, your own eyes widening out of fear and worry.

"Second." You could feel his breath fanning over your lips as his face was only inches away from yours.

"Of it." You didn't dare to breathe or swallow, afraid that each movement would trigger in him doing something awful. However he suddenly pushed you away, letting go of your pulse as your other hand quickly caressed the abused skin in order to increase the blood flow.

"I roamed around for a year or so, killing only a few people... It was damn hard to get out of the hands of those so called useless cops. I encountered fuckface and in return of destroying humanity I ended up here." Woah, this was a lot of information to process.

Even though he didn't really get into detail of his life, it had helped you understanding a little. Though you were still wondering how he became this way. How he became an unnatural, inhuman being with freaky powers that make him invincible.

"How did you encounter... ehm... 'Fuckface' and what happened?" Jeff only turned his head towards you, an amused glint shown in his eyes and his mouth curled up into a bigger smile than before.

"You don't need to know that, sweetheart. It'll give you the wrong ideas." Feeling a little disappointed you decided to let this be. You had gathered a lot of information already. You didn't want to trigger unnecessary actions.

"Don't you have some wounds to clean up? I don't like you bleeding on my bed unless it's done on purpose. By ME." Ignoring his comment you looked down to your wounds. Even though they had healed, in case of infection prevention they still needed to get wrapped.

"I'll go."

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Eh...

My apologies for the extreme delay you guys. I had an important retake of an exam and I studied every single day for over two weeks in order to make it. That is why this chapter is so late. I hate the fact that I can't update any quicker, but you'll have to bear with me.

Anyway this week I'll have a special surprise for you guys.

So as for this chapter... What do you think of it? The reason why I didn't get further into Jeff's past is because that is for another time. Jeff clearly doesn't want to get in detail with the reader, thus is why he is so vague about it all.

Also I've decided to change some of his story. As you may know Jeff's story is the must unbelievable and badly thought-out of all famous and known Creepypastas other than cheap rip-offs. Without altering his story completely I've decided to make him older (around 20-24 years old). This so that his attackers (Keith, Randy and Troy) are more believable when they pull a gun on him. (legal age to own a gun license is 18 or 21 sometimes). Also Jeff wasn't on a kids party, since those three boys couldn't kick around Jeff AND keep an eye on every single kid and grown-up in BROAD daylight without anyone on the streets or surrounding noticing. Jeff was on a small party of people from the same age category, those three gang douches decided to held them hostage and when they taunted Jeff with the arrest of Lui he got angry and attacked them. Rest will be explained in upcoming chapters, I don't want to ruin the fun.

Have a terrific day :D