You walk slowly through the vacant house rooms, hoping not to be caught by the owner. You knew that your actions were wrong but you didn't care. All that mattered was Jeff and getting him better as soon as possible. After what seemed like an eternity you finally find the kitchen, pristine as spotless. The supplies you needed had to be here, they just had to be. Everything rode on weather fate would grant you this one favor. You begin to panic, knowing that you didn't have time to be careful and that every second had to count. Your mind became as blank as a piece of paper, no thoughts running through it, nor the sanity to be rational either. You fumble through cupboards and shelves, not caring how loud you were being. You couldn't hear anything over the sound of your loudly beating heart, not even the sound of the owner entering the room and calling to you could snap you out of it. 

" Hey! " You finally turn around, having finally found the medical aids needed for the killer. Tears began to prick at your eyes and you clasp your hands around the bottles of pills and solutions, leaving bloody hand prints on the items. You watch in fear as the owner reaches for his home phone, presumably to call the police. It couldn't end here. You wouldn't let it end here. Jeff needed you and if you were caught they would find him. You had to sort out the owner and quick. You wait until the owner is occupied on the phone and look around the room for some sort of weapon. Your (E/C) eyes lay their gaze on a sharpened set of steak knives in a holder. No. You couldn't use those, You wouldn't dare. Or would you? Something had snapped inside you. Your mind and heart were shattered like glass and you let your new feelings make the decisions for you.They were now all powerful. You slowly set down the medical supplies and pick a knife out from the holder, something about the feeling of the blade seeming right in your hands. It felt like it belonged and adrenaline began to surge through you. It made you fell alive. You could now understand why Jeff found this so appealing. It was a rush unlike any other. You quickly executed the deed, leaving your clothes blood soaked. Insane laughter escaped you as you grab the medical supplies and the knife, quickly leaving before anyone could find you and charge you. Jeff would be pleased with you and that was all that was keeping you together. Appeasing the murderer. For now however, you return home. Jeff was waiting.