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"Her demise"
TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism
Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.
She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.
He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Nina was in trouble.. big trouble.
She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong.
Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.
The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.
Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.
Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.
And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.
No.
Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was.
She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that?
Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?
She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks.
A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face.
"I.. I'm s..sorry!"
She choked up, finally speaking after a while.
It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused.
Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her.
The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain.
Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this.
"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"
Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying.
Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger.
Jeff hates her.
He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways.
The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath.
Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.
It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.
The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her.
Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound.
He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back.
Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.
Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world.
He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.
...
Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?
He'll find out once he gets home..
"Her demise"
TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism
Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.
She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.
He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Nina was in trouble.. big trouble.
She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong.
Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.
The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.
Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.
Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.
And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.
No.
Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was.
She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that?
Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?
She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks.
A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face.
"I.. I'm s..sorry!"
She choked up, finally speaking after a while.
It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused.
Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her.
The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain.
Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this.
"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"
Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying.
Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger.
Jeff hates her.
He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways.
The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath.
Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.
It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.
The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her.
Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound.
He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back.
Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.
Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world.
He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.
...
Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?
He'll find out once he gets home..
Person: My version of Jeff would've bullied Nina if he met her.
Me: mischievous laughter
Jeff erased her from the planet-
"Her demise"
TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism
Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.
She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.
He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Nina was in trouble.. big trouble.
She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong.
Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.
The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.
Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.
Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.
And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.
No.
Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was.
She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that?
Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?
She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks.
A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face.
"I.. I'm s..sorry!"
She choked up, finally speaking after a while.
It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused.
Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her.
The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain.
Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this.
"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"
Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying.
Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger.
Jeff hates her.
He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways.
The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath.
Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.
It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.
The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her.
Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound.
He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back.
Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.
Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world.
He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.
...
Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?
He'll find out once he gets home..
"Bright Sun"
MORE LORE!!!
TW: blood, mentions of murder and drvgs, illegal adoption
Drip...drip...drip..
The red liquid dripped down on the floor in small droplets, the knife being covered in it.
Two bodies lied limp on the bed, both of them drenched in blood, their bodies filled with stab wounds. They were a couple, two lovers, partners in crime.. Literally. Both of them were wanted criminals, both drug addicts, murderers and just complete asses of human beings. And now they payed for their wrong doings.
The man just stood in front of the bed, looking at his own doing, his clothes drenched with blood. His face scarred and disfigured, grinning widely.. psychotically. He looked tired, even with his crazed expression, his eyes having bags under them. His hair was loose, long and black, a few strands sticking to his face. Jeff was sweating, a lot. The kill too a lot of his energy, making him breathe heavily, panting like a dog. He held the knife tightly in his gloved hands.
Jeff continued to stare at their bodies for another moment, before he turned around walking away from the bloody mess he just made, not looking back.
As he started to come back to his senses, he placed the knife in his pocket, his head hanging low as he worked his way out of his victims home. Opening the window, he started to get out, making sure to not make much noise. His feet landed on the ground, rubber soles squelching across wet grass as he started to walk away.
A small yet loud cry stopped Jeff from leaving any further, the cry echoing through the home. It sounded like a.. baby?
Fuck.. Since when did those two have a child? What is he supposed to do.. He could just leave it there, people will get suspicious of it's parents anyways.
He stood still for a moment, before he went for it, jumping back inside the home through the same window. Jeff's calculations weren't good though, as he landed harshly with a loud thud. It looked painful.
"Ow! Fuck-"
The killer groaned as he got up, dusting himself off quickly, ignoring the slight pain he was in. The cries of the baby continued, it seemed that it wouldn't stop any time soon. Well, unless he didn't do something about it. Jeff sighed, walking down the hall where the cries got louder and louder. It would be said that it's annoying, but it's a baby. What's it supposed to do? The poor thing is unaware of what happened moments before.
He got to the door where the cry got stronger. His gloved hand was placed on the handle, gently and slowly opening it.
"You gotta be kiddin' me.."
The small baby way lying in its cradle, tears running down their face, dressed in small blue and white overalls. Jeff couldn't move as soon as he saw the baby, he was standing there like a deer at headlights, now speechless. Both his mind and heart raced, his breath shortening once more. He didn't know what to exactly do in this situation.. should he calm it down? But he'll probably make it worse with his appearense if he picked them up.
It was hard for him to decide, but he ended up walking up to the cradle, picking the child up, now holding them in his arms. As soon as they left the arms of another, the baby's cries decreased slightly, but it was still upset. They looked at Jeff with their tear filled eyes, their cheeks all red from pouting and crying. Jeff frowned slightly, the scars on his cheeks twitching as he continued to hold the small human in his arms.
The seemingly dangerous looking man was being oddly gentle with the baby, them being held securely in the killers arms. The baby now started to giggle as they locked eyes with the strange scarred man. The cries dried out, and now it was giggling at him.. or his apperanse. Jeff felt his fractured heart melt from the cute and innocent sound they were making, the frown quickly consorting into a smile. He started to speak, his voice soft and gentle.
"I look a bit silly to you, don't I, bud?"
Jeff chuckled lightheartedly. It was surprising how he's acting currently, since he killed this child's parents 30 minutes before. The baby just giggled more, clapping their hands happily. They had a wide smile now, one of their hands gently touching the killers face, still giggling. He felt his heart melt more from the baby's touch, his eyes softening as he stared down.
"What's your name, kiddo?"
He asked curiously as he looked around, trying to find his name somewhere. He spotted the name on a small table that was probably for his things, 'Edward'. Edward..? Well that's a very common name for a boy. It seemed basic. The man hummed and looked back at the smiling baby, his head tilted slightly.
"Uh... well.. I think I'll just call you Luca-"
He chuckled, holding the baby boy even closer to his body now. Luca grabbed a few strands of Jeff's long black hair, placing it in his mouth. This surprised Jeff, quickly putting his hair away, tucking it in his hood. Luca pouted slightly but he calmed down soon.
"What am I supposed to do with you now?"
Jeff more spoke more to himself then to Luca, who was deseperetly trying to take his hair once more, but failing miserably. The killer sighed, trying to plan out his next move. He didn't know what to do exactly, but he knew he couldn't just leave poor Luca alone like this. Who knows when people will find his parents' corpses, me might be dehydrated and half dead by then. They are in a house slightly far from the town anyways.
It troubled him, knowing what might happen to the poor baby boy if he just left him there.
He finally got an idea, his expression lighting up almost imediately. Thought it was quite risky. But it wouldn't hurt anyone.. right?
"You're coming with me little guy!"
Jeff said happily, lifting him high up in the air for a moment before he brought him closer to him once more, cradling him in his arms. He then started to walk out of Luca's room, going back the same way he came, holding him securely.
The man, soon was outside, walking away from Luca's former home, walking back to his car that was parked behind some bushes and trees. The baby boy was now asleep as he was held, Jeff holding him by one hand as he got himself ready by getting inside the car. He placed his hand on the steering wheel, taking a deep breath as he started the engine. He went into reverse until the car got to the road, driving away from the scene of the crime he committed.
It was worth it though.
"Liu is gonna to fucking kill me.."
"Lost in the darkness"
More lore!!
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."
Group therapy
Jeff, Nina, dr. Rein and me
