To Live without Fear [Jeff the KillerxReader]

21

You couldn't sleep.

It had to be about 1 o'clock in the morning, but you didn't even feel drowsy. Officer Dewey's visit had left your mind in an uproar that still hadn't settled down. You turned onto your side, facing the wall your bed was pressed up against. Ugh, everything was shitty right now.

You heard footsteps by your door. The sharp, rhythmic clicking of high heels on hard floors. A nurse? Possibly, but most nurses wore soft sneakers or flats. Just in case, you held perfectly still and stabilized your breathing. If they caught you awake, it'd be a huge pain in the ass.

There was a soft click, and you felt cool air rush in from the hall. Two more footsteps, and the door was closed again. Someone was inside your room. You listened as the tap, tap, tapping from the heels drew closer to your bed, until you could feel the other person's presence right behind you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a metallic glint, and the time for playing possum was officially over.

You rolled back, barely dodging the knife as it planted itself into your mattress. If you'd moved a second later, it would've definitely been in your neck instead. Honestly, you weren't even surprised that someone was trying to murder you at this point; just mildly agitated that you now had to deal with a potential murderer.

Before the attacker had enough time to react, you twisted on the bed and tackled them to the ground. You two struggled on the floor for a few moments before they managed to roll on top of you and pin you on your back. You looked up and took in your attacker's appearance.

She was a woman, maybe a little older than you were. She had loosely curled black hair, which framed a white mask with feminine black lips and thin eyebrows. Her skin was almost as white as the mask, and she wore a short, black, sleeveless dress. Between the darkness and the shading from the mask, you couldn't see her eyes, but you could tell she was glaring at you with intense malice.

The woman wrapped her hands around your throat. "Stabbing you to death would've been more poetic...oh well. I'll just have to cut you up post-mortem." She purred. Her voice was smooth and cold, like ice. She tightened her grip on your throat. "What kind of message should I write in your blood? Something that'll really rip Jeff's heart out...hmmm..."

Suddenly the pieces clicked together in your head. You knew who this was. "...You're...Jane..." You croaked. You swore you could sense her smiling through the mask, which was all the confirmation you needed. "...Bitch..."

Jane chuckled. "Are you sure you want those to be your last words?" She mused. You gathered up the last of the air in your lungs and flashed a grin. She tilted her head slightly, confused by the gesture. Before she could come up with something witty to say about it, you slammed your forehead against hers with all of your strength. It was enough to get her to let go of your neck, giving you an opening to slip out from under her.

Fresh air filled your lungs, but you wasted no time savoring the sensation. As soon as you had a good breath in you, you opened your mouth and let out a blood curdling scream. Jane leapt to her feet and pushed past you, escaping into the hall just moments before you heard guards' boots coming around the corner. One guard came into your room and helped you onto your feet, while the rest ran down the hall in pursuit of Jane. A few minutes later a nurse came by to make sure you weren't hurt, the knife was taken away in a plastic bag as evidence, and you were told to gather your things so you could be relocated to a different room.

While you packed, you listened closely to the low mumbles between nurses and guards, and over radios. From what you heard, Jane had escaped. It would have been more satisfying if she was caught, but at least now you had a face to the name: Jane the Killer, Jeff's arch nemesis. How had she known where you were? More importantly, she'd said she was going to leave a message for Jeff. Did that mean he'd escaped?

Guards and nurses escorted you to your new room, walking in a tight circle that made their presence even more suffocating than usual. Jane was obviously still a threat, which could easily explain the heavy security, but you couldn't help but get the feeling that there was something more to it. Everything just felt...off. Then you heard a small squeaking nose, like wheels on the hard hallway floors. That's strange, you thought, they shouldn't be wheeling around a patient at two in the morning.

Before you could look up to see what was making the sound, the two guards in front of you pressed closer together, blocking your view. The nurse beside you gently, but firmly, put her hand on your upper arm. Ok, now you were really curious. Everyone seemed intently focused on what was ahead, so no one noticed when you leaned ever-so-slightly to sneak a peek. It took a little bit of strain, but you quickly found just the right angle to see past the two guards.

There was indeed someone in a wheelchair, being pushed in the opposite direction as you, escorted by a nurse and a guard. Both staff members seemed more on edge than even the ones escorting you. You turned your focus to the patient. The first thing you noticed was his straightjacket, with ankle cuffs to match, and even extra straps keeping him bound to the wheelchair. Your eyes travelled upwards to the muzzle-like mask covering his lower face, and the black blindfold over his eyes. You began to wonder just what this guy's story was as you looked over his messy black hair. You began to feel a sense of familiarity, because the way his hair parted and flipped reminded you of...Jeff. Suddenly it hit you. That was Jeff! Right there, being wheeled down the hallway, now mere feet away as your respective parties closed the gap between eachother. Before you could help it, you called out his name and made a lunge toward him as guards and nurses grabbed your arms to restrain you.

Jeff's head immediately perked up in response to the sound of your voice. "(Y/N)?" He called in reply, his words slightly muffled by the muzzle but still clear. His nurse and guard frantically picked up the pace, while you were overpowered and forced against the wall while Jeff passed.

"At least let me see her, you sick fucks!" You heard Jeff growl as he was pushed down the hallway, farther and farther away until the squeaking of his wheels faded into echos, and you were once again alone with the guards.