Trying To Get Out Of An Art Block

Trying to get out of an art block

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"Lost in the darkness"

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Tw: mentions of blood, knife, gore, psychopathic behavior..

"So, how have you two been holding up?"

The older man held his notepad, sitting at a desk. His gaze was on the man in front of him, looking quite nervous to be there, but the determination was there as well. He couldn't really get the words out, it seemed he wasn't so good with social, even though he's the one that is more capable talking with. There was a silence for a moment as the younger man got the courage to speak, his voice slightly quiet. 

"I've been holding up.. nice, I suppose."

The other man spoke, shifting in his chair. His head hand loose for a moment, before he raised it up to lock eyes with the doctor, a look of worry.. concern on his face. Liu's gaze softened even more, his blue eyes staring back at the doctor.

"But Jeff? I'm starting to worry about him more and more. He's acting so strange, I-"

Liu sighed, taking his fogged up glasses off and rubbed them with a cloth he took from his pocket, placing them back on. 

"It's like.. he's-" 

His lips quivered as he tried to take the words out of his mouth, but he was struggling in doing so. It's been weeks now, and Jeff's mental state didn't seem to get any better from it all. He wasn't eating much, he was sleeping during the day, walking around the house and neighborhood at night.. he was laughing to violent movies, seeing people die brought joy to his face. It was quite the sight, the seemingly normal acting man now turning into someone else entirely. 

"Like he's not even my brother anymore.."

His body slightly shook as he spoke once more, making the doctor sigh. The older man got up from his chair and walked up to Liu, placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slightly. He stared deep into his eyes as he started to speak in a more soft tone. 

"Don't say that, Liu. Your brother is going through healing of trauma he went through from his past and accident.." He trails off for a moment, continuing to speak the second later. "..and now he's mourning the loss of a therapist he was so attached to."

The doctor spoke in a calm yet sympathetic tone, trying to comfort Liu as well as assure him of his brothers actions. This doctor was an understanding man, he knew that the things Liu's brother went through weren't normal and they scarred him both physically and mentally.  It was rare for a therapist to have such a mindset, especially in this time. He was like dr. Rein, and yet he still had his rough edges.

"Not not be offensive, but he went through a lot more in his life than you." The man frown at this, thinking of the things he was told by both Liu and Jeff during the past sessions.  "Your brother isn't well mentally, yes.. but I cannot blame the poor man for just being human. A lot of us break under pressure."

Liu sighed at this, looking away for a moment and rubbing his temples. 

"I suppose you're correct, dr. Firmin."

The doctor nodded and took away his hand from Liu's shoulder, his arm falling to his side. His face went back to being unreadable, walking back to his desk and sat down, shifting in his chair for a moment. He placed both of his elbows on the desk, making his hands as a support for his chin. It took the doctor a moment to speak again, his voice slightly more monotone.

"You've told me, over the phone, that Jeff expresses happiness in death of others?" 

Liu nodded at the doctors question, his head tilting downwards slightly as he watched himself fidget with his fingers nervously. His knuckles cracked, and he looked back up, listening to what the doctor had to ask, so he could reply.

"What kind of people? Good, bad?"

"Bad, sir. When he sees a villain die on screen.. or just get hurt, he laughs. He often says 'Evil should die, evil is not needed in this world, too many cruel people, they hurt the good.', and just pauses the movie to watch the picture of the dead villain. And a neighbor of ours passed away not so long ago, who wasn't that nice, I could even called them an asshole.. and Jeff laughed it off and said 'Good riddance'. He seems.. sadistic, almost." 

Liu shivers slightly as he explains his brothers behavior, sighing afterwards. It was quite unsettling for him to see his own brother act that way, felling joy at someone's death like that, even though the character was fictional and not real. The doctor started to take notes on his notepad, the sound of the pen writing on the paper was loud enough to hear, his handwriting messy and fast. 

"Your brother is correct at a certain level. Evil is around, there's a lot of cruelty and judgement in this world, the bad hurting the good and innocent. That's how we lost poor Emily.." 

D. Firmin explained as he continued to write things down, trailing off once he spoke the name of his deceased colleague. He thought for a moment, before he stopped writing down and looked up at Liu as he placed the pen down. He tries to find the words for him to speak, tapping the desk with his fingers, and then he spoke.

"Jeff is showing signs of being a schadenfreude." 

Liu's face consorts into one of confusion and curiosity, shifting in his chair and leaning closer to the doctors desk. 

"A wait what now?-"

"Someone who thinks that the pain and suffering of someone is well deserved.. if the person is bad and they get hurt, then a schadenfreude would think they deserved it. It does explain the fact that you think he's sadistic, since he is." 

He explained once more, his hands motioned as he leaned back in his chair. One of his hands ran through his hair, his gaze now dropping on his desk in stead of Liu, who was just staring at him in surprise and curiosity. Liu didn't move, he just listened to dr. Firmin's words, letting it sink in.

"It's.. a rare type of psychopath.. for to be in my hands, that is." He sighed "I only had one schadenfreude during my years working here, before your brother. He passed away after being publicly executed." 

"Oh-"

There was a moment of silence between the two, a clock chime breaking it. It was 9 pm now, their session now ending.  

"Anyways.. The time of the session is up. I'll see Jeff next week on Wednesday, same time, okay?"

Liu got up from the seat and nodded, taking out his hand for the doctor to shake. Dr. Firmin shook Liu's hand and smiled softly at him, but he didn't get up from his seat. The doctors smile masked the worry and concern for the both young men, for both their physical and mental health. Especially for Jeff.. who seems that he won't have much sanity left, which means another patient passing from his hands onto the psych ward. He cannot afford loosing another patient, so he's trying his very best to help. 

Liu waved the doctor goodbye, smiling slightly as he walked towards the door, opening it before he spoke.

"Please, take care. I'll see you soon, doc." 

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"Jeff? I'm home!" 

Liu yelled from the front door, closing it behind him. He walked around, the silence creeping him out as he looked for his brother. The mans blue eyes darted around, his footsteps making the floor boards creek slightly. The bathroom door was closed, but the light was on, which meant his brother might be inside. As he got closer to the bathroom door, he started to hear quiet sobs and something that sounds like.. laughing? The laugh was muffled from the sobs, which only made it more sinister. Liu's gaze softened as he heard the crying. his face consorted to a look of worry.

"Jeff?"

He spoke softly as he stood in front of the door, placing his hand on the handle. He got no answer, only the quiet sobs and laughs continuing to come out of the bathroom. Liu opened the door, his eyes widening in pure horror. 

"Oh my god!"

He took a step back, his body starting to tremble. 

Jeff had a bloody knife in his hand, his cheeks now having big cuts on them, almost  ear to ear. Tears were running down Jeff's, now wounded, face as he laughed again. Blood was everywhere, from his clothes, to the knife, to the sink.. the floor. It was everywhere. The wounded man looked at his brother and laughed some more, before he took a step toward him, his breath heavy yet shaky. A few tears started to run down Liu's cheeks as he saw this, still in shock as his brother got close to him. 

"I.. i...did it.. Liu.." 

Jeff spoke, his voice shaky and quiet. He now stood in front of him, his green eyes locked with Liu's blue ones. He just stared for a moment, staring at him in silence as he tried to speak once more, the blood still dripping down from the wounds.

"I avenged.. our poor.. dear.. Emily."

"The evil is.. dead."

He sits

"Soldier"

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Tw: Blood, gore, violence

One single man.

It's one single man, and yet he's surrounded by ten members of the task force of police, sitting quietly, cuffs wrapped around his wrists. 

The ten people stood around him, in all gear, from uniform to their weapons, from their masks to their bulletproof vests. Covered head to toe, as the cuffed up man was sitting their in only a bloody white hoodie and jeans, his blonde hair hanging loose and his gaze down to the floor slightly hunched over. He was seemingly deep in thought, contemplating things silently.

There wasn't a word spoken between anyone, all of the members standing there like soldiers as Jeff didn't move an inch from where he sat, the silence eerie. 

Suddenly, one of the younger members walked over to another, shifting his gaze off from the man to whisper in his colleagues ear. He made sure to be quiet, but it seemed that the cuffed man somehow heard it, perking up to look at the young member in the eyes, his green ones locked with the member's. He knew what he heard, it was about his apearense. It always has been. But he couldn't protest, he couldn't speak. He just continued to stare until it became too intense for the young man, and looked away from him. 

'He doesn't know what he got himself into.' Jeff thought, looking at every task force member afterwards. 'They all don't..' He was aware by the fact that this job is serious for them, since they placed themselves in danger every day, like he was thought to when he was young and under his fathers wing.

"The hell you staring at, freak?" 

One of the task force members spoke up, making Jeff's eyes shift to them, now looking at them more coldly than he did with the others. It was another young man, resting his back on the wall for support with his arms crossed as he stared back at Jeff, almost like a glare. Jeff's gaze lowered to the name tag, which said 'Ethan V.'

Jeff didn't respond, of course, since he just couldn't, his scars twitching as he clenched his hands in frustration. The young man didn't seem as professional as the others, especially by the way he had spoken to him. He just sighed and looked back down. 

Ethan's father is part of the station, a valuable and one of the important members there. His family is known for that, everyone in town knew who they were and what they did. It was the reason he joined the task force, to impress his father, maybe become better than him in some kind of way. But the 'fame' got to Ethan, and now he's just some guy with a big ego, acting like he's the boss of the task force group, like he's better than anyone. And his father does not know his treatment towards the other members..

"Hellooo, freak show! I'm talking to you!"

Ethan took a step forward with his fist clenched, soon stopped by one of the other members. A woman, older then Ethan but younger than Jeff, just standing in front of Ethan, a blank look on her face. She shook her head and then spoke. 

"He can't talk. We don't know how we'll communicate with him."  She said, shifting her body slightly as he took a glance at the cuffed man, her gaze softening slightly. "Not yet, at least.." 

The task force members teeth clenched as he heard the woman speak, now glaring at her. He thought for a moment, before he spoke in a more irritated, overreacting tone. 

"Are you taking his side?"

"What? No! I-"

SLAP

The sound was loud enough to make everybody tense up, just staring at what just happened. The woman stood there in shock, now holding her cheek, that was slapped the second before. Jeff let out a low growl, getting up  and stood in from of the young man, still cuffed, just glaring at him. He was fuming with rage, looming over the disrespectful strike force member. How could he have done that to the poor woman? What did she do to deserve such harsh treatment?

No one stopped Jeff from walking up to Ethan, they were either too shocked and frozen to intervene, or just wanted to see what might happen between the two. Jeff just stood there, glaring at him like some angry eagle who was ready to fight it's opponent, attack its prey. One member got the courage to step forward and stand close to them, to make sure nothing worse happens between the two, as well as making sure the woman was alright. 

Ethen was taken aback by his sudden movement, and could only stare back, surprised by his intimidating stare. He went silent now, his body slowly getting shivers as the stare continued between the two. It really shut him up, didn't it? 

Jeff stood there for another few seconds, before he turned away from Ethen, his gaze shifting towards the young woman, who just standing there, in some kind of both shock and sadness. The cuffed man tilted his head and pointed towards her, as if to ask if she was alright. When she realized what he meant by his movements, she nodded. 

"Yeah.." 

She said simply, feeling her body relax as her gaze lowered to the ground, clearly still in a bit of shock from the cruel slap. He took a mental note of it all, then walked back to his previous seat, sitting down and hunching over, looking down at he ground once more. Ethan moved to the corner of the room, not saying a word, embarrassed by the fact that he was frightened by a single glare from the man. 

The other's were slightly amazed by the mans actions, the others weren't sure if the anger shown towards their colleague was real, and if he was just trying to manipulate some of them. But one thing's for certain, it shut the cocky bastard's mouth for a good while, and they were happy about it. 

When the woman calmed down, she walked towards Jeff, sitting down next to him, just to be close, and not let him do something. Yet she was still quite grateful for what he's done for her, even though he hadn't spoken back, or yelled or something, he remained still and just stared, intimidating someone that has hurt her. Yet it was something quite new to her, for a dangerous criminal to do something like that. 

But she couldn't let her guard down. 

He's a murderer after all. 

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It wasn't long for everything to become pure chaos.

It was only 30 minutes after Jeff shut Ethan up, and now everything turned 180 degrees. 

Ethan and a few of the members were having a massive argument, yelling at each other after Ethan started to comment on Jeff's apearense once more and only got him enraged, but the woman from before kept holding him back from it all. But, did she manage to keep him like that long enough? No. No she didn't. 

He pushed the woman away, breaking the cuffs at first try, which made the woman gasp. They all pointed their weapons at him, but he ignored and approached Ethan punching him in the face. Ethan fell on the ground but pointed his gun at him, looking at him with hatred. 

Something hit Jeff at that moment, a memory coming from the back of his mind, something he wanted to forget, and yet he remembered. Something just clicked for him. 

"Father, please!" 

"Oh, stop complaining!"

"Please.. I'm scared.."

"Stop that and be a man, you should get used to having a gun pointed at you! Especially if you're in a war zone!"

"What if I don't want to go to war?!"

"You won't have a choice! Now stop being a damn brat, I'm helping you to be better for the military.."

"I don't wanna!" 

"Quit complaining, you're acting like a child."

"I am a child!" 

The old memory played in his mind, the voice of his father echoing in his mind, the knowledge of his training coming back. He was raised like a soldier, to be one, to fight like his own father, like his grandfather.. to make the ancestors proud. But.. at what kind of cost was that? His childhood.. the life he could've lived, of course. 

He stood still, and then punched him once more  as the others tried to get him off of Ethan, but he continued to punch, and then took Ethan's gun, shooting him in the head, his blood and brains going everywhere.  Then he started to shoot everyone else, but missed a few in the process. They all started to shoot back, and once Jeff got on his feet, he attacked. Only seeing red, filled with rage. 

He punched, he kicked, he shot. 

He broke peoples arms, legs, their bones being crushed by his strength. 

He broke their jaws, he made them all bleed. 

Jeff was fast, he managed to not get shot much, and yet he was still wounded in a few places, but continued to strike them all, even crushing one of their sculls. The woman from before was in a corner, unable to move as the scene unfolded in front of her, she heard their screams, she heard their cries, they were all in pain and in agony as they were being killed. 

She was terrified to watch, but couldn't close her eyes and just kept them open as she saw her colleagues die in front of her. The woman wanted to run, to scream for help but it was too late. The room was soundproof, the door was closed shut and she didn't even have the key to unlock it. 

He stopped after he killed almost everyone in the room, the floor and walls now painted with the red liquid, the room filled with mangled corpses. Jeff was breathing heavily, his breath hitched, his fists clenched, the grip on the gun being tight. The killer then approached the woman, couching down at her level, now staring at her.

The woman started to sob, and yet she felt he body relax, seemingly accepting her fate. 

"Please.. just- just make it quick."

She spoke quietly, not even looking at him in the eyes as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Jeff's breath was still heavy, his chest rising and falling at a fast rate, sweat dripping down from his forehead.. and just covered in blood. The man continued to stare, before his bloody hand was placed on her head, which made her flinch. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was actually doing. 

He was.. patting her head?? 

He smiled slightly, his demeanor shifted and the emotions he felt the moments before faded as fast as they came. The woman just sat there, speechless of his actions, surprised on how he calmed down after he just murdered an entire team. She didn't speak, put she placed her own hand over his as pulled his hand away from his head, seemingly uncomfortably by the touch. 

Jeff nodded in understanding, placing a finger on his lips, as if to shush her.

The killer then walked to the door and started to hit it with full force, attacking it like some ram, or bull. His body hitting the door with all its weight and might,  loud thuds being made in the process. The door busted open, hitting the wall. He peered around, making sure no one was outside and then went for it. 

He ran out the door, down the hall, traces of blood behind him as he escaped through the back door, running freely outside. The woman was now left alone, sitting in a corner, curled up in a ball, crying once more as she waited for someone to pass by. 

Too afraid to yell for help.

Jeff boyo :3

I also drew this, lol.

Bye now