Jane The Killer: The Real Story

How I met Jeff

My real name is Jane Arkensaw, a.k.a. "Jane The Killer" and this is how I met Jeff, the reason I look the way I do, and why I want to kill him.

When I heard that a new family had moved in across the street, I wasn't really that surprised. It was a nice neighbourhood, and the house was relatively cheap considering where it was. I guess I was about 13-14 when everything went to hell.

I never really talked to Jeff when he moved in. To be frank I never talked to him until....that night. But it's too soon to talk about that now. My first impression of Jeff was that he got good grades, rarely got into fights, maybe even a cool guy if he opened up to someone.

His brother Liu, seemed like he put the family first by the way he sat with his brother on the sidewalk. Of course I was just guessing at the time and really didn't put much thought into my analysis because I was getting ready for school when I looked out the window and I was running late, which was unusual for me at that time in my life because I was hardly ever late for anything. Especially school.

I wasn't surprised when I saw Randy and his stooges go up to Jeff and Liu on that stupid skateboard of his. Randy was nothing but a bully, he always picked on anyone who was smaller than him.

He was even the reason why my parents drove me to school instead of the letting me take the bus like everyone else. Everyone had their lunch money or some kind of cash given to Randy and his goons because of some "toll" that he demanded from everyone.

We all knew Randy's group had knives and threatened to use them on us we ever told anyone about the money they took from the other kids on the block. Everyone, expect the new kids they were trying the intimidate like the rest of us.

When I saw Randy talking to them through the window I just looked away. It was a wussy thing to do but I had better things to do than watch another kid hand over his money to Randy. But curiosity got the better of me and I looked up a few seconds later. What I saw left me speechless. Jeff was standing now, and it looked like Randy already had what he wanted.

"Just sit down, I thought, "Don't be stupid"

Then I saw Jeff punch Randy in the face and broke his wrist.

"Oh my god" I whispered. Then yelled, "You idiot!"

My parents ran down the stairs and asked what happened. The they looked outside and saw what was going on. Jeff had already cut the skinny guy, I think his name was Keith, and he went down screaming. Troy only went down with a single punch. Since my house was across the street from where Jeff and his brother were sitting, with the front of the house having big windows, we saw the whole thing. Or at least we did, my parents came in after the part where Randy stole their wallet, so they didn't know the whole truth.

It was disturbing watching Jeff fight. He was enjoying himself too much. I felt a knot in my stomach like something was happening that shouldn't be, and from the look on Liu's face, Jeff didn't do this kind of thing often. Next thing I know I hear sirens and the new kids bolted out of there. The cops came around with the bus driver to check on the "victims". It seemed they were gonna be alright.

You know, considering the amount of crap kicked out of them.

Since my parents policy was "no cops" ever since my dad got framed buy a narc cop when he wanted to draw attention off of himself when a police were investigating the case of the missing coke. It ended with my dad quitting the force. So when we heard the sirens we went into the backyard got into the car and left.

When my parents drove me to school they told me very clearly that they didn't want me talking to Jeff ever. I did not disagree with them.

I had art the first period so I didn't see Jeff until close to the end of school. I can still see the colours in my artwork if I think hard enough. But when I try to look at anything now, it all seems grey. I guess that's the price someone pays for losing their innocence.

I didn't see Jeff until the final period of the day. When I did he seemed.....off. At first, I thought he was faking the joy so people wouldn't suspect him for the crime that he did. But he really was enjoying himself. It wasn't because he was excited to be at school I could tell from him. The smile he wore look sarcastic to me. It was the smile of a madman. The second that the bell rang I bolted out of those doors as fast as I could. Nobody but me knew what Jeff really was. A freak.