The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 6

It was cold. The air was tense. The dead body of a young woman was found in a dark alleyway. She was stabbed to death. The police had almost cleared the area and were ready to retrieve the body for an autopsy. It was risky business because the body had been stabbed so many times, the head and limbs were fragile. As the rookie officer and forensic specialist prepared the body, someone was waiting above them on a darkened window sill. His jeans and blue hoodie were soaked in blood, making reddish purple splotches on the cheap blue hoodie, with a red triangle and a yellow V over it. His knife was covered with crimson, much like his eyes. He had blood red eyes with only tiny black specs for pupils. He also had dark brown hair, somewhat concealing the monster behind them. The murderer released a maniacal laugh, scaring each of them. He jumps down from the sill with an usual mixture of bluntness and grace, his knife clearly shining in the moonlight. “Hello!” The madman greets with an eerie smile, “Do you like what I did? It was a lot of fun to do!” The cop got in front of the unarmed forensic specialist and tried to whip out her gun but, with inhuman speed, the psychopath stabbed the officer before she could shoot. She tried to keep herself up to call for back up but, she began to feel lightheaded and passed out. To finish her off, he stabbed the cop in the chest, impaling her heart. There was no way she could survive now. The psycho looked over what he had done. He turned around to see that the bystander was running for it. He smiled, bursting into laughter. “Running won't help you! Don't you know that running only makes it more fun for me?” He chased after the forensics expert, backing him into another dark alley, with the madman blocking the way. The poor guy had no way out. “Come on! Don't you want to know my secret?” His to-be victim, shook his head. “Are you sure? It's a good one!” The psychopath walked towards the expert, grabbed him by the chin, and turned his head so he could see his ear. The madman leaned in and whispered, “Jordan Frye is my puppet to play with. I am, now, the host of this body.” The specialist looked at him, completely clueless about what he was talking about. Before be could ask, the madman shoved the knife into his throat. When he let go, the forensic specialist fell to the ground. There was nothing more to be done. He was facing certain death. Besides, Jimmy Casket needed to get back before sunrise. He wasn't going to allow himself to get caught.

    It had been four months since Jordan Frye, or Jimmy Casket, as the police force called him, disappeared. In those seven months, there were 12 suspected murders against Frye in the East Coast area. Typically, the body count rose in bursts of about 3 to 5 people a month. Channon was assigned to lead the investigation due to having some background on Frye a few months before. It bothered the Sheriff that he hadn't been brought to justice yet. Even though his actions were very chaotic, they were also extremely calculated. Jordan knew what he was doing. Channon was deep in his thoughts when a Private sprinted into his office. “What is it, O’Brain?” he asked.
    The rookie was out of breath. “He struck again.” The Private panted.
    “How many?” Channon asked.
    “Three. A Jane Doe we're trying to identify, Private Kendra Litwick, and our head of the forensics department-,”
    “Eric Swine,” The Sheriff had good memories of that man. They solved cases together since the beginning. He bowed his head in respect for the fallen, “May God calm their souls.”
    “That makes it 15, right?” Channon nodded, “I’m sorry.”
    Kurt tried to shake it off, “Eh, it's not your fault. You're not Jimmy Casket. Thank you for the update. As you were.” The Private saluted and left the room. O’Brain had placed a manila folder on Channon’s desk. It held a picture for each of the two identified victims. He pulled out a post-it note for the Jane Doe and placed them on his whiteboard. That was where he kept track of the Jimmy Casket case. Frye casted a large net for his killings, making it difficult for Kurt Channon to identity a pattern of movement. He just had to get away, didn't he? He's been an officer for almost sixteen years. He should've done better than he did. The Sheriff planned to keep his promise but, from the way things were looking, he had no clue how he was going to do carry it out.

    When the attacks and murders hit the news, the Venturiantale siblings stopped uploading videos. They expected a drop in subscribers and general interest to die but, the exact opposite happened. Venturiantale exploded! Millions of views were generated from old videos and they went from 2.3 million subscribers to about 5 million. Also, Bethany was getting an insane amount of support for what happened to her. Many viewers were asking HomelessGoomba, ImmortalKyodai, and BethanyFrye to rejump the channel. In response, they made a final video that told the world it didn't feel right to try and continue the channel when Venturian couldn't be a part of it. In truth, there was a little more to it. Things among Isaac, Cierra, and Bethany were tense. There was a lot less playing and joking around. Isaac and Bethany would often fight. HomelessGoomba had become bitter towards Venturian for what he did to his younger sister. On the other hand, Bethany tried to stick to her godly roots and to have love and mercy towards her brother, despite his actions. Cierra was often the mediator between the two. She let her younger siblings feel what they felt but, ImmortalKyodai made sure nothing that was said was below the belt. Personally, Cierra agreed more with Bethany but, that didn't mean she didn't understand Isaac’s side. She was mad at Jordan but, she knew when you let anger make you bitter, you're not going to be happy. Tensions between the siblings had nearly caused them to move out to get away from each other. But, at the end of every tense fight, there was always some sort of reminder that they needed. Each of them needed one another to get through this. Thus, the Frye siblings stayed under one roof.

      In Vermont, Casket found the perfect ‘base’ to hide out. In a small, but dense, forest, there was a brick building. It was 2 stories tall and hidden among the trees. Some of the walls were crumbling, leaving the barren concrete exposed to the elements. Obviously, nobody had inhabited this place for a very long time. He decided to settle here to regroup himself, while renourishing Venturian. Casket couldn't kill if Jordan wasn't healthy. Casket put himself in handcuffs that he stole from a neighboring city, placed his wrists under his legs, to immobilize Venturian, and put the key in his hoodie pocket. He'd then let Jordan take control and the madman would use his entity form instead of sitting around in his head to make his presence known. From the moment he was fully conscious, Jordan was a fighter. He would go nuts, hoping someone would hear him or do something. The only thing that could shut him up was if Jimmy took control of his mouth. Even then, Venturian was stubborn as all hell. A few days passed when he tried to escape. Casket had let his guard down and had gone out in the middle of the night to steal some food for Venturian. Jordan hurried to slither his hands out from under his knees one by one and ran the second he was out of the position. Unfortunately, another thing Casket liked about the hideout was it was miles from the nearest city or gas station. Venturian was lost, doing the best he could to navigate through the forest, in the hopes of finding someone or something. When Jimmy returned, he was pissed at Jordan. He dropped the food he dumpster dived for. Jimmy found Venturian in about 10 minutes. It took another 10 to bring him back. Since they shared a mind, Jimmy Casket was confident in tracking him. If he wanted to, he could've possessed him on the spot and dragged him back. Instead he decided to play some games before returning. Jordan Frye was only free for half an hour when he was caught.
    As punishment, Casket did two things. One, he made Jordan skip breakfast and two, he put him back in the original position but, also put a spare set of cuffs around Jordan’s ankles. Not to the madman’s surprise, Venturian fought it and tried to leave the position right away. The psycho watched this time, curious and amused by Jordan’s actions. Because his feet were stuck together, it was hard enough to get his hands halfway across his feet, let alone to free his hands. The handcuffs tugged at the outer part of his wrist, causing a lot of pain when tried to free himself. After quite a bit of time, Jimmy was becoming bored. His persistence was starting to irritate him. Casket got up, found Knifey, and walked over to his captive. The psychopath holds the knife between Jordan’s eyes. Jimmy’s face was expressionless, which was much scarier than his insane face. In a fairly normal voice he said, “Stop it.” Venturian obeyed immediately, frozen by the sight. He knew Jimmy Casket had killed innocent, undeserving people with that blade. He knew he had killed innocent, undeserving people with that blade.
    Jordan was also alarmed by Jimmy’s voice. It was what it was like at the police station, “H- how can you mimic my voice?”
    The madman grinned, “So, you finally decided to ask the question. Took you long enough.”
    “It's not like you gave me all the time in the world to-,” The psycho brought the knife to the YouTuber’s neck, shutting him up in a flash.
    Jimmy didn't appreciate Jordan's sass, “There's a reason why I don't let you ask a lot of questions. But,” he pulled the knife away, “that is one I want to answer. Do you remember when you were ten, and you attacked that mean ol’ bully?”
    The memory was vague but, he somewhat remembered lashing out at a bully that shoved his brother and sisters around. He got really mad but after that, he didn't remember attacking.
    Until Jimmy gave him the memory. The memory of him jumping onto the bully and almost breaking his arm. The only reason why he didn't was because a couple of teachers separated him from the other kid. Before, he only knew about this through people telling him what happened. Venturian’s heart dropped. “You made me attack that kid?”
    The psychopath pretended to give it some thought, “Well, everyone has a psychopathic side. You just let it come through. Our personalities weren't that separate back then.”
    If Jordan was able to stand, he would've. “Do you have any idea how much that isolated me as a kid?! I was an outcast because of you!”
    “No… You were an outcast because you let your temper get the better of you. While, technically, I was your temper and sliver of psychopathy, I was nothing more than a part of your personality that got out of hand.”
    “That doesn't make sense! You told me I created you. If you're a part of me that was always there, how are you not that?”
    “You created Jimmy Casket, not my personality. My personality just so happens to a part of me that excited you and your fans. They were also a big help too. They created several fan works about myself and, with that, made me a very popular character among the fandom. Also, stressing my traits in overall existence. And like I said, I was getting tired of Gmod. Now, I'm playing the game of my life. I can't thank you enough for that.”
    As the madman began to walk away, Jordan said a silent prayer, “God, please help me. I really need to depend on you to get through this. Jesus, give me strength to-,”
    “NO PRAYING!” Jimmy snapped out loud.
    Jordan was thrown off by Casket’s outburst, “Huh?”
    “I'm still in your head, remember?” The madman reminded him, tapping on his head, “I can hear your thoughts and as long as I'm inside your head, I prohibit God from your mind.”
     “That’s not fair! How am I supposed to be stable when I can't reach out to Jes-,”
    Jimmy Casket ran back to Jordan and placed the knife on his throat. It looked like that was going to be a common threat. It was effective nonetheless, “Don't ever say his name in my presence again. Ever!” The psychopath walked away from him again. This time, with a much more aggressive posture. While he didn't look it, Jordan was terrified. It was obvious Jimmy was a powerful entity. At that very moment, Venturian couldn't focus on a lot of things but, he did know one thing. He had to find a way out.