Far From Over

It was surprising enough that Jeff was killed by this new "Jane the Killer", so how did I get stuck with his body? As usual, the monitor at a constant beep, showing Jeff was dead. It had only been 1 day, so I decided to write in my journal. Nothing interesting happens.
When suddenly, the monitor changes. Instead of a constant never-ending beep, it started beeping once every 2 seconds. I froze in surprise.
"Is that machine broken?" I thought. "It doesn't beep like that unless the person who it's hooked up to is-"
I heard movement coming from the bed. When I looked over, I immediately dropped my pen. The once dead Jeff the Killer was now sitting upright on the bed. I could do nothing but stare. He looked around the place, as if confused as to where he was, until he finally noticed me. We did nothing but stare at each other for 3 minutes.
"...So... she thinks she can get away with attempts of killing me, does she?" he asked, as I just looked at him confused. "Don't play dumb with me. You know who cut this wound in my stomach, you know who she is, and I'm going to just going to make a judgement that you might know how to find her, don't you?" Unable to lie to him, I just nodded, as I was so shocked, words would just not come out.
"Yes, I assumed you did." he replied. We continued to stare at each other in complete mind crushing silence. How could this happen? He was dead 4-5 minutes ago. How is he talking to me now? Did he just... never die? My train of thought broke as he stood up and walked towards me. My heart began to pound out of my chest. I have heard stories that he always tells people who he's about to kill to "Go to sleep". I could only watch my life flashing before my eyes, as I prayed that he wouldn't say that to me. He came up, and put his face an inch from my ear. 'This is it,' I thought. 'I'm going to die.'
He finally whispered in my ear, "You know, maybe, just maybe, if you do a little favor for me, I'll consider leaving my life as Jeff the Killer behind." My heart almost stopped, as I was unable to comprehend what I just heard. Was he seriously considering becoming just plain old Jeff again? He continued, "All I want from you are 2 things. Number one: I want you to help me find Jane the Killer. I have a score to settle with that perfume wearing bitch. Number two: I want to know that as soon as I drop the whole Jeff the Killer thing, you will be my friend and make sure I never go down that rode again." He held out his hand. "Do we have a deal?"
'How do I know he'll stay true to his word? What if after I help him, he kills me?' So, I did just what I did...
I took his hand in mine, and shook it. "...Deal." I said.
"Very well, we'll get that whore. But first, tell me your name." "...Call me Dr. Purple."
Jane the Killer had just killed her 40th person of her killing career. She walked in her house, having the slightest feeling something was wrong. She turned around, gasped and dropped her bloody knife.
"Remember me?" Jeff said, his cold lifeless eyes staring at her. She went to get her knife, but noticed it was no longer in the floor, but instead in the hands of a man in his 20's, usual tannish-white skin, dirty-blonde hair, black shoes, black pants, and a purple button-up shirt. He was Dr. Purple, the owner of a company known as evil enterprises. They sold evil machines and purple clothes, and Dr. Purple always had a dream of world domination. He stared at her with his blue, almost grey eyes.
She was about to get the knife back, when she felt Jeff's strong, cold hand grab the back of her shirt. Jeff through Jane, and she crashed into the wall. Dr. Purple offered the knife to Jeff, and said, "Ready to kill her?" He rubbed his chin in thought, and said, "...No. I have a better idea." He got Jane out of the wall, and layed her on the couch in her family room. He took all of Jane's clothes off, and began to rape her.
Jane screamed in pain and agony, but Jeff did not cease. Not until he finally came. Knowing what happened, he looked at her, satisfied with himself, and he and Dr. Purple left.
"If you don't mind me asking Jeff," I said as he and I were walking away from Jane's house. "why didn't you murder her right then and there? It would have been a better revenge." Jeff's smile seemed to get more ominous as he said, "Do you think so? Because honestly, I'd think a woman dying from child-birth is worse then just ending it." I finally caught on to Jeff's plan, and we continued to walk, me being satisfied. But then he said, "Hey, can you do one more thing for me?" Interested, I looked at him.
"...Can you take me to the graves of my parents and my brother? I want to visit them one more time." He then went on to tell me that ever since that "fucking whore" started disguising herself as his family, he had been having regrets on the path he chose.
There we stood, near the graves of Jeff's parents, and his brother, Liu. It was in complete silence, until I heard a sniffle. The, something happened that I never expected. Jeff was crying.
"I never should have killed them. They only wanted to help, and I murdered them. *sniff* Why did that fight had to have happen? Why couldn't Randy have just left me alone?" I realized that this was tearing him apart. "We should probably leave now." I said. The 2 of us walked out of the cemetery, to start a whole new life.
9 months later, I read in the paper about a woman who had died by child-birth, and that the DNA tests shown that the father was none other than the infamous Jeff the Killer. But the paper was wrong. There is no Jeff the Killer, at least not anymore. Thanks to me, Jeff the Killer was dead. I was waiting at the Church for my friend. Out walked my best friend Jeff. He had just gotten done with his RCIA program a week ago, and he finally got the Reconciliation that was needed to bring peace to his mind and soul. His bleached skin, burnt eyelids, and carved smile would never heal, but it didn't matter. He looked happy for once in his life. As he got in my car, I handed him the paper.
We chose not to go over to see him, for we thought Jeff wasn't ready to see a symbol of his former life. Eventually I got a phone call. "Hey, big brother, what 'cha doing?" I sighed and told the girl's voice...
"I'm sorry sis, Im really..."I tried to explain
She listened in horror as she heard me scream, she was shocked, and didn't understand what was happening, for she could only hear.
"Brother? Brother!, whats wrong, what happened, BROTHER!" screamed my sister, as i fell to the hard wooden floor.
A man picked up the phone from in front of me, and spoke these three simple words, "Go to sleep." I was helpless, I couldn't move, or use any part of my body, for i was paralyzed. The last thing I remember was watching Jeff, slowly slice my throat. He was back.
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