Liu the Killer



Jeff walked down the empty street on the outskirts of this town that he had not visited in years. His home town. Memories began to conflict with the feeling that constantly dominated his mind. Jeff had come to love the feeling. It was a subtle pulling now; a small tugging at the back of his mind reminding him that he had something to focus on. That soon he would need to spill more blood. He walked along the sidewalk past the bus stop. This was the same bus stop that he had a fragmented memory of. A sound of wheels on concrete. A bully. Knives. The feeling. The feeling was growing stronger, but the fragmented memories were coming together. Jeff remembered Randy. More accurately, Jeff remembered the hatred that he had for the boy. Randy had destroyed his family, his face. Randy had broken him. Randy was to blame. Jeffwould have killed him again if it were possible. Jeff stopped. He was home.

He noticed a condemned sign posted by the city on the door. The house looked vacant and derelict from the outside, but Jeff picked up the key they always kept under the rug, which was now covered in a blanket of dirt and dust. Jeff entered the house. If Jeff was the first one to get home before his parents or brother did, he always let himself in with the spare house key his folks got for him, which came in handy for him. He looked around the house. Everything seemed preserved as if he had just left the house the day before. Not a single thing had been move or taken down. Jeff fought back the urge to call out to his parents. He knew that he would not be getting a response; he saw to that all those many years ago.

The moonlight from outside beamed in through Jeff's kitchen and faintly illuminated the counter and living room. The TV and furniture remained undisturbed, even the plastic plants, which added a civilized touch to the museum that was Jeff's past life. Jeff expected the power to be out in the entire house, but to his astonishment, the digital alarm clock in LIU's old bedroom glowed an eerie blue, showing the correct time and current date.

As Jeff was about to explore the rest of the house, he came across his dad's liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, a stubby glass and began drinking. Who would go through all this trouble to not have the power shut off? Doesn't the city order a house which is condemned to have its power cut off and its water discontinued? Jeff thought. Jeff's mind could register that something didn't seem right, but twitching and shaking to put the pieces together, the feeling held any deep cognition at bay. Already, it was 3:50 AM. As Jeff sat in the dark, in total silence...

Jeff then heard a voice from a younger man, bottle in hand and covered in rags.

The young man glanced up at Jeff. It was... LIU?

JEFF

LIU...? I-I can't believe it.

<span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"Believe it, bro. Ha-ha. Man, my side still hurts like a MOTHERfucker after you stabbed me. But there's one thing you forgot. If you were going to stab anyone... L-Let alone your own flesh and blood, do it in a vital area, not a non-vital"! (Laugh)

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Jeff was almost at a loss for words. This was impossible. Of everyone that Jeff had killed over the years he could remember Liu. Liu looked at him in the eyes when he died. Jeff remembered sliding the knife between LIU's ribs He remembered the blood on the walls from his hands as he ran out of the house. Liu didn't scream or cry. Liu just watched Jeff as he died, as if he was expecting this to happen. Jeff remembered the feeling left him completely for the last time at that point. He remembered the feeling of regret.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"LIU... I'm... I'm sorry I tried to kill you. But how did you...?"

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Liu got up, still staggering from the tequila he was drinking, lifted up his shirt, and showed his brother the place on his side.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Well... while mom and dad were asleep, I went to our kitchen, turned on one of the gas burners, and cauterized it. A little something you learn from watching a few episodes of 'E.R.', 'HOUSE', and some of those other medical shows you come across. It hurt like heck, but I'm... I'm alright.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"I'm... I... I didn't mea—"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"JEFF, JEFF. It's alright. I knew you were just playing' with me. Remember when you kicked those guys’ rears for me, bro? That's when to kill, not to kill your own brother. But it was an accident; you didn't mean to stab me. Don't worry about it!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"So, you forgive me?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"Duuuude! Of course I do! Stop worrying for Goodness sake. There is nothing in the world that would stop loving my brother. Love ya, buddy."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"I... I love you too Liu."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"Hey. Well I've got things to do. I'll see you soon."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">"... Yeah.... of course... soon...."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">With that, lost in what he could have said, or what he could have done. Jeff stood. He met eyes with his brother again. Thoughts filled his head thousands at a time. Had his mind not broken so many years ago at Billy's party, he might have been able to make sense of them. He might have been able to ask the questions that were still burning inside him. He might have been able to feel something more than the memories of what his emotions should be, but he couldn't. Jeff simply nodded, turned his back, and began the walk out of the house and onto the next location. Liu saw Jeff depart into the night until his white hoodie faded from view.

<span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.574573850631714;">"But you sure as heck aren't going to love what's in store for you, you ignotant dumb bell."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Jeff walked down the streets of the town, not knowing that Liu was stalking him, and when Jeff wasn't looking, that's when Liu would strike. Liu was steadily going insane; and he was now a killer, too. Liu didn't look like himself, he looked like something from a horror movie. Covered in rags and holding a kitchen knife, the only thing that stoppped Liu from loving his brother was what Jeff had done.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Liu took the life of a child, then he stayed focuses on killing Jeff. A few months later, o <span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.574573850631714;">n a cold winter's night around 4:33 in the morning, as Jeff the Killer took another victim—this time, a young wife, and also leaving her husband with a massive skull fracture as a result of blunt-force trauma, the only one to survive was the couple's 4-month-old baby that police have discovered crying in its crib.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Along side the child, police have found a letter which was written on the back of a paper grocery bag in a black sharpie marker, and a Motorola Droid, faintly illuminated under the baby's blanket. The babysitter who was locked in the closet during the time claimed she smelled the odor of wine or beer some beer was even found on the scared baby's crib. But who was it from? Police were able to decipher the writing on the grocery bag and here's what it said:

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"> '''if you are reading this you don't know where I am, you don't who I am, but you do know this, I'm comming for you.  <span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;line-height:1.574573850631714;white-space:pre-wrap;">Jeff, it's me Liu I don't love you anymore due to what you have done. You did this, you were the one made up this nightmare. Nothing, nothing at all would stop me from loving my brother except for what you have done. When I meet you, you won't like what's in store and that's a promise. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;line-height:1.574573850631714;"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;line-height:1.574573850631714;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sincerly, Liu The Killer 

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