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Almost six years had passed since that fateful day that had changed Jeff's life forever. With his psyche destroyed he wore his scars with pride and left no room in his cold, dead heart for remourse. His actions were what they were; his murderous ways were not evil as far as he was concerned. He was, perhaps, almost kind. He himself a saviour sorts. People, after all, were born to die; he was only speeding up the process, saving them from a cruel, empty world.
Jeff woke in the damp, dismal abandoned warehouse he'd retreated to the morning before, just after brutelly taking the lives of three innocent motorists. He smiled to himself as he remembered the look on their terrified faces as the knife was plunged into their guts. Slowly and painfully he'd carved out their stomachs; their innards spilling out onto the road. He remembered the sound of their desperate cries as they choked on their own practically considered blood and felt only pleasure as he remembered seeing his victims faces, frozen in terror, as the light left their eyes and he'd muttered those last, foreboding words, "
For the time being his sick and twisted desire was sated and it was time for him to move on. Ever since that night he'd so viciously murdered his family he'd never stayed in one place for longer than a couple of days. He felt confident enough that the police wouldn't would find him; he was now an unstoppable force of nature, but to keep moving. There were, after all, so many people who just needed to go to
Jeff stretched himself out and rose to his feet. He could see that it was still dark out and that it was raining and had been for most of the night, but it really was time to move on. He was beginning to get hunger pangs as it had been some time since his last meal. So he all the same it was be scarefully lifted his hood over his head and headed out into the dark street. Jeff guessed it must have been past midnight as all the streetlights had gone out- Typical in small neighbourhoodes and quiet streets.
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Suddenly his attention was stolen by the loud honk of a horn. He looked up and across the street, eing an old run down gas station. A large neon sign that read, "GAS" hung above it and glowed an eerie red, illuminating the place and flickering from time to time.
Before Jeff had a chance to proceed, however, the memory hit him like a ton of
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'What?'
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Jeff looked at the man realiezing that he had been the one to trigger that memory. But it was certainly not the same man from all those years before.
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'I'm fine,' Jeff replied quickly, pulling his hood further over his face, and before the man could say another word he left the store.
'He doesn't know how lucky he is,' Jeff thought to himself vaguely. 'I could have taken his sad little life away from him right there and then. It would have been so
As he walked across the parking lot he noticed that the blue truck was still there. He glanced at it for a moment before the engine suddenly roared to life, the headlights almost blinding him, and the truck sped right past him, ripping through a puddle and soaking Jeff from head to toe. He just stood there and watched the truck race out the parking lot and down the road at an alarming speed.
'Fucking dick!' he himself. Being soaked was something he'd become accustomed to, but seldom was he EVER caught off guard like that. He stomped irritably down the road cursing under his breath, the anger growing in his gut. In his hot rage he could feel that feeling return; that unmistakable
If he so chose he could walk back into that store
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The time wasn't right. He moved on.
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As growled furiously once he recomposing, Jeff approached the large family house he began to feel as though something was a
Carefully Jeff clambered over the seemingly newly painted gate and headed to the rear end of the house. He found the back door in an instant and was glad to find it unlocked. Silently he stepped in through the door, finding himself in a large, dark kitchen. His eyes, though often dry and itchy due to lack of moisture, were well accustomed to the dark and he navigated the house with ease.
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Jeff carefully stepped over the bodies, the fresh blood squelching under his feet, and into the lit room. There he found the small blue eyed baby in his crib; face red and hands balled into tiny fists. He only cried louder as Jeff approached, knife in hand.
Although tonight had been majorly unsuccessful Jeff wasn't prepared to nothing. Ths baby needed to go to
Suddenly something caught his eye, however. Under the baby's blankets something illuminated dully. Jeff moved the blanket to find that it was a cell phone. As he stared at the screen a picture of a woman with cold, black eyes stared back. "Don't go to sleep. You won't wake up" was written across the photo in red text.
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'What the fuck?' Jeff muttered.
Then, by the side of the crib he noticed a groceary bag with something scribbled crudely onto it. Jeff frowned as he could barely make it out at
"Jeff," it read,
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Jeff, still chuckling, lifted his knife above the child's head ready to plunge it into his tiny form.
'Sorry little guy,' Jeff murmured softly to the baby who had now stopped crying and was instead staring right back at Jeff, 'life is full of unjustifiable irony and pain. I think it would be best for us both if you
Suddenly Jeff saw
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'Oh come on! You're one year older than me!' Liu replied. 'I really don't see how that makes it fair!'
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'Hardly!'
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'It's heads! It's heads!' Jeff celebrated in a childish manner.
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'BOYS!!' their father called boy.
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Jeff lowered the knife uneasily and stepped away from the baby's crib. He scanned the room. This was where he'd
There was a void in Jeff's gust that left him feeling uneasy, yet he felt no remorse. There was no sadness in this house, only strange, empty memories that were little more than inconvenient distractions.
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Not only had some whianey bitch beat him to the house, but he'd been distracted! He could have spilled infant blood. It was, after all so much better than adult blood. It was untainted the pure and and pure. It would have been a delicate job to carve his little heart out of his chest, but he would have been up for the challenge.
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Morning was appraching fast and Jeff knew he needed to cool off. He knew he needed to get away. The feeling was stronger than ever, but he knew that tonight he would make up for it all and it would, without a doubt, be worth the wait. He would make sure of
Jeff made haste and caught the next train out of town. His past needed to stay in the past. It was just an unnecessary distraction that was costing him precious
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As darkness loomed Jeff stalked the empty streets, but something was wrong. He was somewhere
'What the fuck?' he muttered. 'I thought I left this town! What the hell is going on?!'
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He watched kids filter in through the school doors, chattering and, well, being school kids. No one positioned against the back wall the glanced even glanced his way, which he thought was a bite odd, but then that's how it always was. Jeff the loser. Who would want to be associated with a loser kid who'd just moved into the neighbourhood anyway? Now he knew better.
This was when he saw
'What
Randy, looking a lot older now, approached Jeff with a smirk. 'Hey pal, how is hanging it hang?'
'How's
'Hey, you're not still sore about me kicking your all arse all those years ago, are you?' Randy said nudging Jeff.
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'Whoa man!' Randy exclaimed. 'Chill out!'
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Jeff was out of patience and wordlessly drove the knife deep into Randy's gut, slashing his stomach and chest open and watching his guts slide out and onto the ground. Still, none of the kids around the corridors noticed a damn thing.
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The kids still said nothing, they only stared, though not at the gore, but at Jeff himself.
Then everything began to fade to
Suddenly Jeff woke
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Jeff creept into the house through an open window and found himself in some sort of living room area. He felt his way around and eventually found the stairs. He slowly began climbing them, but no sooner had he made it halfway up he heard a soft murmur, almost like a child's voice. He turned around, half expecting to be caught out. The element of surprise was always so much more satisfying so he always tried to avoid being caught. But as his eyes searched the dark room he saw no
However, Jeff couldn't not could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. An anfamiliar sense of dread overwhelmed him for a split second before it
The last thing Jeff remembered before he lost consciousness was ice cold hands pushing him from behind and him falling into the
Let's just pretend he dies here and you don't have to read the rest of this. Okay? Okay.
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'Oh, you're awake?' a woman's voice rang out softly in the darkness.
Jeff looked up and there before him stood a raven haired, black eyed, beauty. She was inhamanly pale with soft features and made Jeff feel a
'Oh
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'I didn't think you'd recognise me, though I've been following you for a while now,' she said, coming closer. 'I am Jane. Jane the killer.'
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'Me?' Jane laughed scornfully. 'I'm sorry, but who is the one tied to a chair in a god damn basement right now? Oh, that's right, you!'
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Jeff tugged at his bonds but to no avail.
'Oh
'Bitch!' Jeff growled.
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'That fucking hurt!' Jeff growled viciously.
'Really?' Jane mocked. 'Notorious Jeff "the killer" can't even handle a
Jane shrugged her jacket off to reveal her bare arms and neck which were covered in large scars, some quite fresh. She wore an attractive black dress and Jeff couldn't help but eye her elegantly curved body. He once again began to grow distracted.
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Without warning the raven haired woman brought her lips to Jeff's open wound and proceeded to trail her tongue gently up his arm.
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Jane lifted her head to meet his eyes and only smiled.
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As soon as he was freed Jeff could think clearly again. He had no idea why this psychotic bitch would just let him go like that, but he didn't care. He quickly grabbed his knife and faced Jane.
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Jane backed away slightly, very consciencious of her actions.
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'Well it's better than your pitiful attempt!'
Jane only laughed harder. 'You honestly
Jeff loosened his grip on Jane.
'"Go to sleep" you say? How
With this Jane slash the kife across both Jeff's legs causing him to shriek in pain.
'When you're awake you can feel the pain for
'Fuck
'Too predictable,' Jane taunted.
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Jeff knew in this instant that he had complete control and he liked it.
'You see,' he said, 'unlike you, when it comes to it, I'll do it. With
Jane, lacking the phycosical strength was all out of tricks.
'When it comes to it,' Jeff placed a bloody hand on her face, 'I'
Jane began to squirm and Jeff only tightened his grip on her.
'You know, you're right about one thing,' Jeff said. '"Stay awake" might be a better
Then Jane unexpectedly brought her lips to Jeff's neck and breathed gently. The new sensation startled him enough to lose his train of thought and passion and desire took over. He tugged at her clothes only to reveal more scars.
'Oh, ho, Jeffry the
Jeff stopped. '
With her arms now free Jane slashed at Jeff's back viciously, driving the knife into his side.
'Like I said,' she muttered, 'I never did like
This pain now only fuelled Jeff's nenew desire and he swiftly yanked the knife from his side and, pushing Jane firmly up against the wall. From there he delicately carved his name into her already scarred chest, slowly and purposefully.
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Involuntary tears welled up in Jane's black eyes and Jeff trailed his tongue across the fresh wound.
Jane yelped in pain, but Jeff quickly silenced her with an aggressive kiss fuellad with both passion and
The two dark being thrashed in darkness hours into the night. Both fatally wounded, but neither ding. When dawn finally broke everything was still.
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Jane did not reply.
Jeff grinned. 'G-
'Never...'
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