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"Mattie Alexander Jefferson"

So... here's a shorter book while I try to figure out the plot for the high school au

This book will be about 10 chapters, and contains blood, murder, and death (its literally about a serial killer lmao), plus smut/implied smut

I had this idea while in the shower today and I've never written something down so quickly. I've never seen anyone do something like this before so maybe I'm the first? (Prob not but still)

Also I know nothing about the witness protection program 💁

**Note!! in this book, "Mattie" is George. This will be used in dialogue for the most part!!**

TW: mention of carving into skin, mentions of murder, mention of blood, mention of non-surgical amputation

3rd Person P.O.V.

Mattie Alexander Jefferson.

George stared at his reflection in the mirror, repeating over and over again in his head.

Mattie Alexander Jefferson. Born April 18th, 2004. Age 17. Parents are Jamie and Dennis Jefferson. One sibling, a 14 year old sister named Rebecca.

He sighed. Everything about this felt weird and wrong. None of this was true, of course, but George- or should I say, Mattie- was in the witness protection program, and so all his basic information was made up.

George was 16 still, but his birthday- his real birthday- was a week away. So at least the "age 17" part wasn't too far off. And when it came to his "family," they were actually real people... just not people he was related to. Or people he knew, if he was being honest. They were practically strangers, the only thing connecting them being the shared (fake!) last name and the room in the Jefferson household with "MATTIE" written on the door.

Welcome home, Geor- Mattie. This is your home now.

George had been in witness protection maybe a month at this point, and it sucked. He lost his family- who were safe, at least-, he lost his name, he lost his home, he lost his goddamn birthday!

But hey. At least he wasn't being hunted down anymore. That was a plus.

George sighed, laying down on the creaky mattress the Jeffersons- err... mom and dad- had provided. It was crazy, really. The whole ordeal. It all happened so quickly... the police showing up at his house, taking his family and separating them up, training each of them on how to keep their identities secret before sending them off to their respective locations...

George let out a soft snort. Well, at least he could say his life was interesting. How many high schoolers had a murderer looking for them? Probably not many.

Now, George had been living a fairly ordinary life before this whole thing started. He was living in London, finishing up his last year of school before he would go off to university and start a whole new era of his life. Nothing spectacular, really, but it was enough for George.

And then he had to come and ruin it all.

With the arrival of a new serial killer in London, the public feared for their lives. Doors were locked, shutters drawn, citizens becoming recluses and tourism slowing down considerably. Nobody wanted to find themselves at the will of a serial killer. He was crafty, slick, and incredibly quick-witted. He obviously put a lot of thought into his... work, and made sure each and every one of his victims boasted his skill and anonymity.

The killer had been nicknamed Dream by the local police and detective force, which made a lot of sense. Honestly, it would be stupid to call him anything else. Dream's calling card was simple, yet terrifying- his namesake carved into the flesh of his victims.

No matter what, each and every person to fall before Dream would end up with those five letters carved into their skin, usually with a slit throat or- on rarer occasions- a missing limb, which would turn up in a ditch or behind a London dumpster a few days later.

The detectives were quick, but Dream was always quicker, and before he knew what was going on, George and his family were set to be the next target. Don't ask him why- George couldn't think of anything he had done to piss off the best serial killer London had seen in decades.

And so, that's how George found himself in an entirely new country, under a new name, with a new family, with a new birthday. As far as records were concerned, George Henry Davidson was a dead man.

Mattie Alexander Jefferson, however, was alive and well. Not only that- he was starting at a new school tomorrow, Palm Grove High.

Hopefully, he wouldn't feel too out of place.

I literally wrote this in like 30-45 minutes omfg

So if you didn't get it, George is in the witness protection program under the name "Mattie" and is living with a foster family in Florida, might be confusing to call him both George and Mattie but I trust that y'all are some big brain readers

Lets see how this goes... literally so last minute but I planned it all out already and everything 💁