Eat My Heart Out (Jeff the Killer x Eyeless Jack)

Alone

He walks quietly down the darkened street, his head lowered slightly. The hood on his jacket covers his face, but he doesn't care if anyone sees him. Not as if people are out at this time of night in the first place. But still, if someone were to see him, they'd probably call the police. His face isn't what you'd call normal. It's not his goal to be liked, however. His goal is to kill. That's the only reason. Part of the reason he looks like this to begin with is because of assholes. All he cares about is killing now. It's the only reason he keeps going. He's been alone for a very long time. Not that other people haven't tried to join him before. But he turned them away. They were the last people he wanted be around 24/7.

His white hoodie is stained with blood, a huge handprint in the middle of it from his recent victim. He should wash it, but he couldn't be bothered at the moment. He doesn't mind the smell or feel of blood. In fact, he revels in it. That's another reason he's always alone. Most people can't deal with his obsession with death. He's been called many horrible names over the years. It doesn't bother him, but it means nobody will stay by his side. The few that wanted to, he didn't want with him. They were too loud, too weird, or just don't understand him the way he needs to be understood. Jane offered to come with him, but it's his life's goal to stay away from her. She's so annoying and creepy towards him. Toby quietly offered to accompany him, but Toby has his own issues to deal with. Besides, Jeff doesn't want to listen to the boy stutter everytime he did finally talk. Or the fact that he always just...stares. He has nothing against Toby. He just doesn't want the kid to follow him, when he shouldn't even be like Jeff in the first place. Toby should be at home with a nice family. Of course, nobody really choses this life. 

Also, there's Ben. But all he cares about is playing video games. He doesn't even want to leave his room half the time. Even if Jeff wanted to take him, Ben probably wouldn't have come. So far, those are the only two killers he's met. He's heard of a few others, but never actually seen them. A few of them are: Nina, Laughing Jack, Hoodie and Masky, and Eyeless Jack. Nina seems pretty cool from what he's heard about her. She seems like someone he'd love to hang out with. Laughing Jack is a hard pass for Jeff. No way he's ever going to like clowns, especially that creepy ass one. Hoodie and Masky also seem cool, but they're so hard to track down. It wouldn't be worth the effort to find them. If they even want to be found. Eyeless Jack seems awesome. Like come on, he's a demon. That's so epic. But he's also blind and Jeff doesn't want someone with a debilitating issue. He wants a killing friend. He doens't want to have to look out for them. He wants a partner, to say the least. Someone to kill with and stop being so...lonely. However, he doesn't want to get caught because of someone else. 

Jeff sighs. "It's a cold night out." It's not even that cold. But he hasn't felt warm in a very long time. In fact, he doesn't really want to feel warm again. Not necessarily. He glances at the moon. The dim light has been his only companion for several years now. Time doesn't really mean much to this killer. So he's not exactly sure just how long it's been. Maybe he should go back to the others for a while. Just for a visit. Toby would be happy. Ben probably hasn't even noticed that he left. Jane would be estactic. Which is one of the reasons Jeff left in the first place. She's so overbearing. He just needs to be by himself for a while. That's what he tells himself. 

Jeff just killed, but the itch to do so is coming back again. It's become more frequent lately. He's not sure why, but it's not like he really cares. If the urge is there, he listens to it. Besides, the blood on his hoodie is already nearly dry. He needs the smell of fresh liquid being spilled. He craves it like an addict craves their favored drug. Killing is his drug. And he has no need to stop it. That's when he smells fresh blood. Only, he knows it's not him or his kill. Someone else is active in this city. He cringes, hoping someone (Jane) didn't follow him anyway. He tracks the scent like a bloodhound, down an alleyway and behind a dilapidated building. That's where he finds the body. It's a male, probably in his 20s or something. That doesn't really matter. Curious, Jeff gets closer to inspect the body. It doesn't seem like Jane's handiwork. Hers is a lot like Jeff's, obviously. It's definitely not Toby either. The body seems to be torn open with claws, not any kind of weapon. Jeff sticks his hands in the wounds and reels back. The man's liver is missing. That's really unusual. There's no way this is anybody he knows personally. 

He tilts his head. "Why take the liver?" He thinks hard. "Is it a trophy? Or for eating?" For the first time in a while, Jeff begins to get excited. He likes a challenge. And investigating this kill is definitely going to be fun. He wants to know why the killer did this and just who it is. 

"Hm. It could be someone I've heard of. But I've only heard rumors. There's not much to go on. Just about how they became this way. Not really how they kill or why. Except for Laughing Jack. He talks too much, so everyone knows everything. Ugh." Jeff really doesn't like LJ. He's so proud of himself and for no reason at all. It's not like he's the only clown killer, let alone the most renowned. Just the creepiest. Jeff searches around, hoping to find more clues about the killer. He doesn't find anything of significance. It seems he'll have to resort to other measures. Stalking, which is something Jeff is really good at. He doubts the killer will come back to the body, considering it wasn't a revenge kill or anything. It seems they got just what they wanted from the body. But maybe the killer has a place nearby. Jeff will stake out here for now and see what happens. 

The good thing about being this way? Jeff doesn't really sleep anymore. It doesn't really seem necessary anymore. As if he doesn't need to sleep as much anymore. He can go several days with no sleep before he finally crashes. The most he went before was five days. This might just break his record, depending on this killer. Jeff listens to people pass by all day, bustling as if their lives mean so much. As if they can't die at any moment. And if he wanted, he could take their lives himself. He would enjoy that. Just not as much as he would if he finds this person. Days pass, but nothing new happens. No more bodies, no sign of anybody. He begins to lose hope. If the killer isn't in this area and moves a lot, much like Jeff, he doubts he'd ever find the person. He doesn't know enough about them to track them. The rain begins and washes a lot of the blood from his jacket. But he doesn't mind it. He likes the rain. It hides so much. And it seems to wash away all of his troubles. It's so brutal, but so calming. The rain doens't discriminate. It goes after everyone. Just like him. And unlike the people who hurt him.