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Bloody Cold (OC x Jeff the Killer)

Ch. 7 -Brittney Did It- I began to find it harder and harder to breathe as frigid air rushed in. I fought to get to my feet. Couldn't believe this was actually happening.. I was going to die in here!.. 'Wait..' My eyes darted over to one of the two doors which connected this place.. there was a piece of metal connected to the door, which was peeled back at one end. Probably from the patients, I assumed. And I guessed that the metal was what held the lock to the door. Maybe if I could pull it off.. I didn't waste any more time to think before I flung myself at the door, clawing at the peeling metal. "HE-HELP!" I was finally able to cry out, but it looked as if it were to no avail, as I didn't get a response. Come ON! I egged myself on as I placed my uninjured foot against the door, using it for leverage as I pulled the metal one more time. Thankfully, it snapped off the door. I looked over my handiwork and cursed loudly, that didn't do anything to help me! I began to choke on cold air, but I was unwilling to accept my 'fate', here. I tried to get to my feet once more, but I found that my body from the waist-down was now numb. "FUCK.. PLEASE, HELP!" I screeched as loud as I could. Okay, bad choice. I found myself rasping and coughing as I crawled my way over to the other door using my hands, blood trailing behind me from my broken foot. My lungs seemed as if they were screaming at me for oxygen, and I was finally able to get a good breath in before another gust of freezing air knocked it right out of me. I reached up and began tugging helplessly at the metal square connected to the second door. Much to my surprise, it came off too easily and struck me in the head, sending me reeling backwards. My body wouldn't let me move anymore.. I huffed and gasped for air a few more times, helplessly trying to keep myself alive.. but it was too late, as my vision began to darken, and an uncanny sleepiness began to overtake me. Maybe.. maybe just one nap wouldn't hurt..... "Oh my god, is she okay?!" Voices seemed to surround me in the darkness that was my own mind.. "What's going on with her?" "My baby!" "Oh no.. ohh no!..." I couldn't feel anything.. Even I didn't know what the fuck was going on. Am I.. dead?... I started to assume the worst, when suddenly, the pain came rushing back to me. I awakened with a start, gasping for lost air. I felt sick.. yet.. I felt alive. "Ho-honey, she's awake!" My mom piped up from a corner of the room as she grasped my dad's arm. My gaze flicked over to them for a second before the pain in my foot distracted me, causing a forced gasp of alarm to come out of me. "Where.. where am I?" The question came out hoarsely as I gripped my broken foot (which was in a cast), to lessen my suffering. "Ma'am-- you were found in a mental asylum, in a freezer. Do you remember anything?" I turned my head to look over at the doctor, who stood by my bed checking the heart monitor. Freezer?.. My eyes narrowed as I tried to concentrate, but I quickly gave up as the room began to spin around me. "Nevermind that. Due to your injuries, we're just glad you're still alive. But unfortunately, you'll probably have to stay here for a few days. Until you're in stable condition.." The doctor piped up after seeing the confusion in my eyes. It was then that everything came flooding back.. I remember clawing at the black, metal panels on the doors, begging for my life. I remember watching Brittney break my foot with a large block of ice.. and Tucker... I looked around the room, but wasn't surprised to find out that he wasn't here.. after all, he'd left me to die in there.. ______________________________________ I let out a small grunt as I was seated down before a table. 'Oh great, weekly examination..' I thought bitterly as a doctor took a seat in front of me. It seemed almost ceremonial at this point. "The fuck do you want now?" I hissed loudly with a threatening gleam in my eyes. "Don't act stupid with us, Jeffrey, you know the drill. I'll ask you a few questions, and you can be on your merry way." I shifted around in my seat. My hands were bound behind my back, the only restraint keeping me from strangling the bastard in front of me.. So I guess I had no choice. I waited patiently as the medic sorted through some papers. As he was doing so, he began to ask questions, "How have the doctors been treating you?" "Horribly. As if putting me out is the only way." I growled hot-temperedly. I didn't have time for this.. "I apologize. We've been short on money these days, that's all we can afford." I huffed loudly, his response making me furious. "Are you fucking kidding me?! You have like.. two hundred patients living here! And you're 'short on money'?! You're a fucking liar!" Ignoring my protest, the doctor moved on to another question. He slid a piece of paper before me and spoke up, "What do you think of first when you see this picture?"

Bloody Cold (OC x Jeff the Killer)

Ch. 6 -You Left Me- "I know damn well you can hear me! You think a little anesthetic can stop me?!" The patient continued to ramble on, his gaze locked on the window. "Well? You gonna just stare at him, or are you going to actually speak?" Tucker pressured me. In reality, I wasn't sure what to say, exactly.. What COULD I say? 'Hi! You tried to kill me! What'd you do that for?' Torn in two, I just decided to go with what I thought was best, "U-u-uhm.. H.. hi.." Silence followed. Could he not hear me? "Oh, you forgot to press the speaker button." Tucker giggled. I looked down, spotting a sizeable microphone with a button on it. Now or never.. Pressing the button, I spoke into the microphone again, "Who.. w-who ar-re youuu?" My question seemed to agitate him. He leaned his head against the wall and let out a loud groan, "For fuck sake, why is it that none of you doctors know my name? And you sound a bit young to be a doctor.." "Well.. th-th-that's be-because I'm.. n-not.." Anyone could clearly see the interest peaking in his eyes. He tilted his head to look at the window again. "Shame. You sound like you would make for a sexy nurse~" He chuckled low. I was going to respond, but Tucker pushed me out of the way and spoke into the microphone, "Enough of this. Listen, 3.470, She asked you a question. Answer it." "MY NAME IS JEFF THE KILLER YOU DENSE MOTHERFUCKER! HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF ME ALREADY?!" He screamed at us. As I looked over Tucker' shoulder, I noticed that 'Jeff' was starting to squirm around, probably trying to break free from his restraints. "I told you who I am, now I think I deserve to know who YOU are!" He yelled after giving up his struggles to escape. "WELL?!" He sneered. Tucker pushed down on the button, about ready to speak, but I pulled him out of the way and spoke for him, "Why.. why a--a-are you b.. bound up l-l-like tha-at?" Jeff tilted his head to the side, his eyes boring holes into the glass as he spoke, "We're not all as innocent as we seem here, Sweetheart.. Why do you think I'm bound up like this? So I don't hurt anybody.. The guards don't trust that I'll 'behave'." He did have a crude point. I listened as he continued, "And why are you stuttering so much? You sick?" "Ye-e-es.. ju-just a liiittle cold.." Came my reply. A moment of silence passed. The patient shifted a little bit so that he looked over at the metal door which kept him caged in the room. "Would sure be nice to know your name." I took a moment to ponder. "Do you really trust him this much to give him your name?" Tucker whispered in my ear. I was considering it.. I reached forward to push the button on the microphone, about ready to reveal my name, when abruptly, we were ushered out of the black-room by a doctor. "Come along now," The doctor chirped, "It's time for bed!" _________________________________________ "Hello?" I grumbled from where I sat, turning my head to look over at the one-way glass. "Time for bed, 3.470." Came the reply- not from her, but from the lousy doctors. "Fuck you! I was having a conversation!" I snarled, rage building up inside of me. I scrambled to my feet, leaning against the wall for support. "Goodnight, 3.470." The doctor replied, ignoring what I said. Abruptly, the lights in my room shut off, dousing me in darkness. I shook my head, falling back to the floor on my knees as I waited for my eyes to adjust. I let my mind wander as I waited.. 'So far, I have three girls to look for.. Kiera Turner, the girl with that cold, and the girl I saw standing outside the lunchroom window.' I shivered, delight coursing through me. I imagined the sheer terror glittering in each of their eyes as they stared up at me, my knife pressed against them.. I pictured them begging for mercy, begging for their lives.. "I'll get you all, soon.." I chuckled eerily as I curled up on my side, staring at the opposite side of the room as I waited for the doctors to come in and give me my nightly 'medicine' of eye-drops and anesthetic.. __________________________________________