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Almost six years had passed since that fateful day that had changed
Jeff woke in the damp, dismal abandoned warehouse
For the time being his sick and twisted desire was sated and it was time for him to move on. Ever since that night
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.
Jeff, being well accustomed to the blackness of the night, had little trouble navigating the dark, damp streets and walked quickly to find either a 24 hour store or a gas station. The money
Jeff
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,
Before Jeff had a chance to proceed, however, the memory hit him like a ton of
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They were driving road crash home, returning from a disastrous family reiunoin. It was late afternoon and and irritable.
The
Margret turned to their farther, Peter who grimaced.
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As they pulled into a run-down gas station Jeff stared out the window. He looked in througt staring right back at him. He suddenly got a strange deja vu feeling. It lasted a split second, but it was enough to leave him with an odd feeling that lingered.
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Jeff reached up to grab a carton of apple juice and then another for Liu and shuffled over to the counter.
The
The man at the counter turned to face Margret and the boys. He was fairly old and scrawny, balding. He smiled- his teeth uneven and discooloured.
Jeff
As they left the store and stepped out into the parking lot Jeff had some and look at the man one last time. It was true to say that he was fairly tired at the time, but all the same he could have sworn he saw the man slowly lift a bony finger to his lip as if to shush him. Jeff felt a shiver creep down his spine...
Jeff turned to see his mother and heard her urgent cries.
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The last thing Jeff remembered that night was waking up in a hospital room with a huge headache. Apparently he had wandered into the road and been hit by a car. He had been very lucky and only suffered a few cuts and bruises and a minor concussion.
Jeff smiles widely as he remembers this. He figured that if it
'What?'
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.
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.
If he so chose he could walk back into that store
The time
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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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Suddenly there was a slight shuffling sound. Jeff froze in place and listened carefully. He was quite sure there was no one down here though and in the end attributed the sound to the old pipes that hall hiya.
He proceeded up the stairs. The sound of a
When Jeff stepped onto the landing, however, he was stopped in his tracks as the unmistakable coppery scent of death made itself known. He looked down at the floor.
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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
Suddenly something caught his eye, however. Under the
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
Signed, Jane the
Jeff was left speechless. His initial reaction was to laugh at how pathetic it was.
Jeff, still chuckling, lifted his knife above the
Suddenly Jeff saw
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'Hardly!'
Jeff shrugged.
Liu pulled a quarte from his pocket and tossed it.
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Jeff lowered the knife uneasily and stepped away from the
There was a void in
Slowly Jeff found himself crossing the landing, once again stepping over the bloodied corpses and into his
Next he visited
Just then Jeff heard the distinct sound of sirens in the distance. He knew that this was his cue to leave. Without another thought Jeff made haste back downstairs, still hearing the
As he fled down the darkened streets he realised that he had not come away from that house with anything. He had not taken a single life, yet the feeling burning deep within him tugged at his gut more than ever.
Not only had some whianey bitch beat him to the house, but
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
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
This was when he saw
Randy, looking a lot older now, approached Jeff with a smirk.
'You?'
Confusion quickly turned to hatred for the boy who had once caused him such grief. Without a word Jeff reached into his pocket and drew out his knife.
Jeff was out of patience and wordlessly drove the knife deep into
Shocked that he was still alive, Jeff lunged at him, viciously slamming him against the lockers. His body slumpeded to the floor and Jeff began kicking him hard until his face was unrecognisabley and blood spatered everywhere.
But Jeff
This was when the kids started to notice, yet none of them make the sound. They simply turned to stare at Jeff.
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
However, Jeff
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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Jeff ewok dazed and sore, tied to a chair in what appeared to be a basement of some sort.
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
Jeff scowled. He hated the raven haired, black eyed whore that stood before him. No one had ever caught him off guard; no one except her! Why was she so special?!
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Jeff tugged at his bonds but to no avail.
Jeff said nothing but grunted impatiently.
Jeff was silent still.
Jeff chuckled darkly.
Jeff, once again, said nothing.
Jeff laughed again.
Jane smiled.
Jeff watched the raven haired woman as she slowly dragged a knife across her supple, palee skin, allowing a small amount of blood to trickle out the fresh wound and down her arm. She leaned in uncumfortably close to him.
Jeff could not speak. Other desires were now at play. More distractions. More complications.
Quite suddenly Jane pulled the knife on Jeff and held it to his throat.
Jeff froze. His head was swim.
Slowly Jane lowered the knife, a smile playing on her lips.
Jeff smirked.
Suddenly Jane slashed
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
Jane smirked.
Without warning the raven haired woman brought her lips to
Jane lifted her head to meet his eyes and only smiled.
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
Jane backed away slightly, very consciencious of her actions.
Jane then approached him again, suddenly appearing from behind. Jeff was once again tripped over the something hard, his knees taking the full blow.
Jane grabbed Jeff by the hair and yanked his head back to meet her black eyes.
Jeff leapt up, grabbing Jane by the arm and throwing her down onto the floor viciously.
Despite being held down on the floor,
Jane only laughed harder.
Jeff loosened his grip on Jane.
With this Jane slash the kife across both
In an instant Jeff was behind an unsuspected unprepared Jane. He plunged his knife into her leg. She stumble.
Jeff only grinned and proceeded to back her up against a wall.
Jane, without a
Jane did nothing and
Jeff knew in this instant that he had complete control and he liked it.
Jane, lacking the phycosical strength was all out of tricks.
Jane began to squirm and Jeff only tightened his grip on her.
Then Jane unexpectedly brought her lips to
Jeff stopped.
With her arms now free Jane slashed at
This pain now only fuelled
Involuntary tears welled up in
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.
Jane did not reply.
Jeff grinned.
'Never...'
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