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[[File:Jeff the Killer 2015 by R.M..jpg|thumb|326x326px|Jeff at 20]]
'''Jeff - 7 years later (By Phantom Strider) (picture by Banning Kellum)'''
'''Author's notes:'''
This is a "reverse Joker" story about Jeff the Killer. Similar to the concept of Anakin leaving the dark side in Return of the Jedi.
'''Story:'''
Jeff stirred. It was near pitch black. He vaguely smelled a smoldering, musty smell. He felt like he hadn’t smelled anything but blood for so long now. Something about that bloody smell brought him a high that was like nothing else. After all these years, maybe he had conditioned himself to go into hysterics when he smelled it.
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The woman finally stopped shaking him as she heard the old man groan again. Jeff watched, slumped against the wall, his head and body battered. The woman lay the man on is side as she furiously pulled out a bandage and began wrapping his gut up. By the time she was done, the man’s groans had stopped and he had gone silent.
Jeff had never stayed this long with his victims before. It was strange feeling. The woman began weeping as she desperately listened for a breath from the old man. Jeff watched her turn him on his back and begin CPR, desperately cupping and pushing her hands against his chest to simulate his heart.
Jeff watched the woman do this for what felt like hours. In between, she would fumble with her mobile on the 911 emergency hotline. She explained that the old man had no ID and was probably homeless. The emergency told her he wouldn’t have the money or insurance, and said “he’s just a bum. Let him go.” Eventually, she was hung up on. After what felt like hours of her compressing his chest and giving him breaths, she slumped over his lifeless body, exhausted.
Defeated, she began to weep. After about 10 minutes, she stumbled to her feet, shaking, and looked directly at Jeff. Her hazel eyes stared straight at him. Jeff wanted to break the gaze and react, but all his battered and dazed body could do was slump against the wall, staring at her blood-shot eyes. Finally, she walked away. Jeff lay there next to the man’s body for hours, trying to get his body to move again. He must’ve broken several bones this time. Strangely, the blood smell no longer was putting him into a high.
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