ASYLUM (Jeff the killer x Reader) Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1: ESCAPE

You sit alone in your cell, back pressed to the bleached white wall. It's been seven days since you've been incarcerated, but it feels like it has been years.
Silently, you gaze around the room, your (_colour_) eyes are dull, and void of any possible life they may have held. You've been alone for so long, that you don't know how to interact anymore.
Of course, you're in a cage for a reason. Murder. You killed seven innocents, because you could. But you cannot remember why. You were always the good kind of person, but, clearly, you're now capable of murder. However, you still don't know why you killed them. If you ever escape, maybe you could find out.
There are also many other gaps in your memory. You don't remember anything about your family, and not a lot about yourself. You only remember that your name is (_name_) and you are (_age_). But, anything other than that, is a blur.
You shuffle slightly, in your straight jacket, a sigh escaping from your lips. You feel like you are in desperate need of a warm shower, just to help heal up your bruises. Everyday, a guard comes in, to beat and spit on you. You hate it. One might say that it drives you mad.
At that moment, the door to your cell creaks open. In enters a guard, but he's not like the others. He's tall, but has a thin frame, and moves swiftly on his feet. You cannot see his face, since it is covered by thick, black hair. He kneels in front of you.
"Tell me, how many have you murdered?" he asks, his voice raspy and low. You guess he's either got a damaged voice box, or he smokes. Perhaps, even both.
"Seven..." you reply, solemn.
"That's good enough for me." You frown, confused, then he continues. "You see, this prison is so well guarded, I can't get out of here, alone. As much of a perfectly capable murderer I may be, I can't take on fifty guards at once, all with guns"
"What...?" you blink in surprise, stunned. It became apparent to you that he was clearly an escaped prisoner. You consider what he's told you.
"Listen, if you help me get out, I'll... let you live with me for a few days, just until you can return home. Deal?" You mull over the proposal. It'd certainly be a lot better than staying stuck in your cell, with nothing to do. Besides, you could even try and regain your lost memories.
"Alright... I'll help..." you mutter. The man stands up, withdrawing a knife from his pocket. Carefully, he slices open your straight jacket, setting you free. You stretch, bones clicking, as you regain comfort. Awkwardly, you stand up.
"I'm Jeff, by the way." The man greets.
"(_name_)"
"Nice. Right, I can't keep this disguise for long. They'll know something is wrong very soon" Jeff took off the uniform, revealing the orange jumpsuit beneath. You were thankful he kept that on. "I fucking hate this thing..."
"Let's just focus on escaping..." you mumble. He nods, pulling a gun from the uniform pocket, and handing it to you. You feel the weight of the weapon. It feels so comfortable in your hand. You shudder.
"Come on..." he ushers you out of the cell. Immediately, guards have their guns trained on you both. You pull the trigger of your gun, killing most of them. You seem to have advanced skills, even if you can't remember.
Jeff is fast. He slices the hands of the rest of them, with ease. You notice he is, also, very skilled, probably with more experience than you. You shiver again. Why are you acting as if this is perfectly normal?!
You continue to fight your way through, blood and guts everywhere. You and Jeff finally make it to the front of the building. A few police are outside, but you both make quick work of them. Jeff stabs them all, but one is way too fast. He hold Jeff in a headlock, gun pointed to his head. Without thinking, you run over, jump, and kick the man in the head, so hard, that his head snaps from his neck. The body crumples to the ground, and both you and Jeff are left shocked.
Where has your murder experience come from?
Jeff eventually stands, nodding to you.
"Right," he mutters. "Let's go. Quickly."