R.I.P. Jeff the Killer: Difference between revisions

anyway. The father had cried more that the kids before Jeff cut him open.

 

 

Fog began to move in as Jeff made his

stroke of luck to find a house in synch a remote place Of course the people living there didn't think it was so lucky but Jeff handled that rather messily. Besides red was a good color for the living room and one got used to the smell easily enough.

 

 

 

 

Silence. Jeff strained his eyes to

thicker. It crept along the ground like a predator stalking a meal.

 

 

Still nothing but Jeff could feel something lurking in the shadows. He strained his ears but couldn't detect any sounds...except... mixed in with the wind he could almost make out a funeral march.

 

 

Jeff caught sight of movement to his right. He swung his knife. The blade didn't hit anything but

something strong hit Jeff hard in the head. Jeff staggered back.

 

 

A tall muscular man dressed all in black, with a wide brimmed hat.

 

 

 

Jeff attacked the man again, he step

standing over him

 

 

 

Jeff was cut off by the man kicking him

in the head.

 

 

Jeff got to his feet. He charged forward stabbing the man in the stomach.

 

 

The man responded by slamming his fists

up to where the knife stuck in his enemy. There was no blood.

 

 

Jeff found himself hoisted onto the

face just even with the man's knees.

 

 

The man dropped to his knees driving Jeff's head into the hard ground. Jeff's body went limp, and his

mattress..

 

 

Jeff looked straight to see his enemy

Jeff's face as he spoke one last time

 

 

 

 

When he finished filling in the hole. The Undertaker studied his handy work, a freshly filled grave and the

 

The Undertaker turned his back on the

open graves each with a tombstone bearing names like

 

 

He would get to them all in time. They would feel the full fury and power of The Undertaker

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