Jeff awoke in a white room. He sat up, and realized his whole face was bandaged up. He lifted his arm to touch it, but felt a small sting in his arm. A needle penetrated his wrist, and he realized where he was.
"Hey, Jeff..."
Jeff's eyes widened. That voice... it was...
Liu.
"Hey man!" Liu said.
"Liu??"
Liu smiled. "Yep! I got released when they found out what actually happened. Oh, Mom and Dad are here."
A nurse walked in. "Well, I think we can take those bandages off." she then started to unwrap them, little by little. As she removed the last bit of bandage, everyone in the room gasped. Jeff cocked his head."What?"
His mother spoke up."It... it's not THAT bad..."
Jeff rushed to the mirror to look at his own face. What he saw took his breath away. His face was white. Pale white. His face sagged ever so slightly, but not enough to really be deemed as disturbing. His eyelashes had burned off, as well as bit of his head hair.
Liu joined his side. It's not... THAT bad." he said.
Jeff's left eye twitched when Liu said that. "Not that BAD?" he look Liu straight in the eyes, smiling. "It's PERFECT."
Jeff's father faced the nurse. "Is our son okay?"
The nurse nodded. "After what your son went through, he may be experiencing some form of crazed state. It should go away after a day or two, but if not, you should take him in to get him checked out.
Jeff's mother nodded. "Thank you."
Jeff awoke.
He was about to kill himself if he didn't stop having these gosh-damned dreams.
Jeff had received a note the night before on his bed: 'We need to talk about how you will proceed. Meet at the alley.' was all it said, other than a signature.
A circle with an X over it.
He really hated them. The 'Proxies'. Ticci Tobi, his wench, Clockwork... and whoever else is caught up in all of it. But what could he do? He had to know who was doing all his killing. He had to know who was running around pretending to be him.
He had to.
He opened the backdoor of the car he had slept in. Closing it, he peered into the front seat, smiling at his victim. Man... he thought, She was fuuuun. But I think I'll go for someone a little younger next time.
He was sick in the head, and he knew it. And was proud of it. He didn't care. He was Jeff the Killer. He was a bedtime story parents told their kids to make them behave. The only difference was that he was real. And this attractive woman in the front seat found that out all too well. Man... red was such a good color for the interior of the car. He grinned before moving on.
He was getting close to his destination. Only a few more days.
And then the unfortunate bastard would meet his fate... and Jeff's knife.
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