Jeff The Killer's Point of View
Jack's driving was Jeff's number one fear. It was broad daylight, and this man (who, mind you, usually had well thought out plans) was driving like a fucking maniac. The demon next to him scared and thrilled Jeff.
"Where we goin', Dahmer," Jeff asked, his permanent smile growing.
"Indiana, there's a young lady named Charity Parks."
Jeff grinned more. Jack didn't mind the nickname. Jack sped up, as if cops weren't a thing. This worried Jeff, causing his smile to falter as much as it could.
"The cops, dumbass!!"
"We'll be fine. They're after Wright and Thomas. They've been wanted for a long time. We'll be safe." Jack sped up.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Obviously. We're gonna stop in Mississippi. For a bit to take a break. It's about a fourteen hour drive so I hope you don't have to piss."
Eyeless Jack's Point of View
Jack hated the man sitting next to him but, in the past twenty four hours, Jeff had grown on Jack. He would say they're acquaintances. Of course, over time, they could become friends. But it wasn't likely to happen in the next 6 days, right?