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Jeff the Killer x Alice Liddell: Chapter 7

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Alice’s P.O.V

Chapter 7:

I grinned, I knew he was gonna try and kill me. I could sense it from him, killers like him needed to feed as often as they could. Pulling the injection out I then leaned over to a tub full of needles and threw it in. I stared at the man for a moment, his eyes glazed over into unconsciousness. I glanced over to Dr Tanner, he was still breathing heavily, I wanted him to die slowly. I smiled, grabbing the arm of the man I hooked him over my back and walked towards the exit. His body weight felt almost natural to my own, it felt almost comfortable. I could hear him snoring, I grinned. How vulnerable he was, why didn't I kill him? I heard my head as myself as I made my way up the stairs of the exit and through the blood splattered corridors. I tried not to think about it, it was ridiculous to dwell on stupid things. I walked up the exit stairs to the front office. I dropped his body onto the floor and went back to my box, where the deceased previous white coat lay, along with the long gone security guard. Kicking them aside I pulled out my old clothes, a previous life that seemed so far away lived through these clothes. I pulled on my black stockings, my black and white striped long sleeve dress with my familiar dirty, white apron. I laced up my comfortable black boots and sighed at the familiarity. I touched my neck, looking for the string of my necklace. I sighed. My Ωnecklace didn't exist here. I clenched my fists and then started to sort through the drawers of the office. Smiling I pulled out piles and piles of money from a register and I took 2 needles and tucked it all in my apron pockets. Any one who saw me would have thought that I dressed beyond my time, in my short time at school the children had always teased me about the way I dressed. Not that I cared though, those kids were nothing but foolish slobs, slobs that didn't deserve to breathe. I rubbed my hands together and looked back at the man, his eyes were eternally open. But the eyelids looked as though they had started to grow back, almost back to normal, but still black and singed looking.They must of been burnt off some time ago, the scars along his face looked almost ancient. Still strongly protruding on his pale face. Dried up blood outlining his twisted smile, I looked around. The asylum was quiet, the police still wouldn't be here for a while. I knelt down in front of the man and stared at his face, something about it was so stunning. So magical, so beautiful. I sighed and reached my hand out to touch his leathery looking skin. I frowned and pulled my hand back, why was I acting so peculiar? Shaking my head I hauled him over my shoulder again and started heading towards the main doors.

As I walked down the hallway with him, I could hear police sirens wailing not so far away. They were coming, looking at the man in my arms I headed towards a nearby window which was barred up. Frowning I used my new found strength to kick at the bars until they snapped in half. A breaking echo escaped through the room as I kicked into the glass of the window and looked through it, only a couple meters from the ground. Sucking in a breath I did a quick run up, gripping tight onto the man on my shoulders as the sounds of police cars wailed loudly I jumped through and rolled onto the ground. With the patient over my shoulders. I grunted and straightened up, still balancing him. I looked back, we were at the back of the asylum, up ahead I could see all the flashing lights of police cars as they drove down the main road through the thickness of the night. Their blue and red lights sparking drastic and elaborated shadows all around me. I smiled, Free. I turned and looked in front of me, a dense forest lay behind. I stared at the trees, so long it has been since I had seen a tree. I inhaled the fresh sense of independence. Gripping the man I pulled him along my shoulders and ran through the forest, my light feet creating echoing, heavy steps as I bounded across the grass. Away from the wailing lights of the corrupted world.
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