Jeff the Killer x Alice Liddell: Chapter 2

Jeff’s P.O.V
Chapter 2:

They wheeled me in there madly, the bed which I was fastened to was shuddering violently from their hurried pace. None of them ventured to look at my face, my beautiful face. No one could look at it, they all thought I was a monster. They all thought I was insane, I guess that’s why they had sent me here. Afraid of what I could do, afraid of my talents, disgusted with my beauty. They had caught me decorating that girls face with my image, those police saw me. They didn't let me complete her, now she would never be beautiful. I laid still in the bed, occasionally writhing under neath the straps now and then, mainly for the fearful looks from the nurses. My eternally opened eyes gazed at the nurses blank and ugly faces. How badly I desired to fix their face, turn those blank canvases into a colorful smile. Just like mine. I started to drift away, just the thought of cutting into those faces with my precise knife, ornamenting them after me, then ending their life. Leaving them as beautiful corpses. A jolt in the ground sent me back into the reality of that shaking bed, my surroundings formed into a white haze, my mind started to spin with the feeling. I could feel it crawling from the dark pits of my stomach, demanding its hunger be taken care of, I smiled. Soon. I thought to myself.

They pushed me into a large white room, I heard a heavy door lock behind them. Locking us all in, I could hear their heavy steps along marble flooring. The doctors stepped back from me and I saw a face stare at me blankly. I could see the fear they had burn brawnily behind all their eyes, I smiled, “Like what you see? You could look the same if you want?” I said to him, he shook his head slowly and took a step back, standing along with the nurses who just looked nervously down at their feet. The nurses were dressed in a blue jumpsuit, the doctors standing properly in their white lab coats. I scoffed, then I heard the door unlock and heavy footsteps saunter towards the bed, a tall man lured over at me. His hair was thinning, his wrinkled face was dotted with age, his eyes a murky brown. He smiled at me, I didn't like that smile. Fake, dishonest, I had to fix him. He proceeded to walk towards a bed side table, picking up a clipboard and reading it casually. “Name, Jeff. Also known as Jeff the Killer.. 16 years old, murderer and psychopath..” He laid the clipboard down again, I smiled. The lust to satisfy the feeling was growing so pounding loud, I could hear it in my ears. Begging me to help it, “Hello Doc..” I said glaring at him, he looked unfazed. Weird, people normally hide away from me, he leaned close to my face, I could smell salt lingering around his breath, sternly he said “I am not afraid of you Jeff. You are just some kid with a knife out there, in here your nothing” I laughed and replied, “The fuckers always say that..” he straightened away from me and whispered something in the nurses ear she nodded and replied, “Yes Dr Tanner” she trudged towards a silver drawer and started sorting through it, all the other workers just stared at me, “What? Too pretty for you?” I yelled at them, the feeling was growing more and more uncontrollable each time I saw those blank canvases. A nurse ran out the room holding a hand over her mouth and muttering something under her breath, she slammed the door behind her. “Don’t go you’ll miss the party!” I said laughing, the nurse walked up to me with a long needle filled with green liquid in it. I knew what they were going to do, they planned on injecting me with that and then throwing me in one of those damned cells. That was not happening, I was leaving this place. I started to scream, as high as my sulphury lungs would let me. The woman jumped back and looked pleadingly at Dr Tanner who just nodded at the other workers. They ran over and tightened the straps of my bed, the leather straps digging into my lungs. I coughed and hacked painfully, but I screamed ear-split-tingly more. I felt hands grip my head trying to hold me still, “No!” I yelled over and over again, the nurse was drawing closer. Then I felt it, a burning sensation through my neck and into my stomach, the needle ripping through my skin and diminishing the feeling, “No!” I yelled, squirming to keep my body alive. “What did you fuckers do?” I groaned, my body was convulsing as the liquid pulsated through me. My vision started to blur, I was not blacking out, they would turn me into a freak. They would change me, I didn't want to change. Then my body stopped moving, a feeling of nostalgia swept over me. The last thing I remember seeing was Dr Tanner smiling and nodding to himself, “You bastard...”