Captured (Jeff the Killer)

The Search That Fixed? My Life

~Charlie~ 

I quickly type in the search bar of Google Chrome, 'Jeff the Killer'. Multiple things come up about him. It turns out that he was a story; or so everyone thought; about a young boy around the age of 13 moving to a new town with his family. His mother, father, and brother Liu. It was their first day at a new school and they were at the bus stop, when a group of three kids came up and brought out knives trying to get their bus money. Jeff lashed out protecting his brother, stabbed two, and beat the other to a pulp. Liu took the blame and was sent to juvy. A few days later, Jeff's mother made him go to their neighbors sons birthday party. Jeff didn't want to go, but was forced.

At the party, Billy; the little boy; wanted Jeff to play, or something like that; and Jeff did. The same group of kids came to the party to kill Jeff; but, brought guns this time. Jeff was chased into the house, beat until the bully pissed him off enough to make him fight back. Parents and children were all watching in horror. Jeff killed one kid, and was chased by the other two while being shot at. He had alcohol and bleach poured all over him. He killed the second kid, and eventually beat the third one to death. The third one didn't die until after he lit Jeff on fire. 

After he was put out, he was taken to the hospital. After a few weeks, he woke up, found out his brother was released because the kids that lit Jeff on fire, told the truth to someone. What Jeff did was out of self-defence. His bandages were removed. He got up and went to the bathroom to see that his face was pale white and was leathery with some scars, and his hair was singed black. He started laughing like a maniac, and was calling himself perfect and that his new face fit him perfectly. His clothes that he arrived in were given to him, but patched up. A white hoodie, and black dress pants with black and white converse shoes. 

He went home while smiling non-stop. Later that night, his mother was woken up to a sound coming out of the bathroom. She walked in and asked her son what he was doing, when she seen a Chelsea grin cut into his face from a kitchen knife that he held in his hands, blood everywhere. His eyelids were burned off, and there stood a monster in front of her. She told her son that he was beautiful, but it was a lie. She went and told Jeff's father that he should get the gun. Jeff heard, and killed both of his parents after telling his mother she lied. 

He went to his brother's room who was sleeping, and before he killed him, said; "Go. To. Sleep." Now, he's roaming around different states, towns, cities, and countries killing anyone who gets in his way. 

As I was reading about him, I started to tear up when I found out he was burned. After I stopped tearing up and got to his 'catch phrase',  I cracked up laughing. I start reading about some of his recent kills here in my town. All of the victims have the same details. Chelsea grin, stabbed, ripped open stomach, guts all over the place, and slit throats. I shake my head thinking that he needed to change it up a bit. 

I go to Google images and look at some of the pictures. A few of them were creepy and looked like an actually person, but most of them were fan art. 'I actually wonder what he really looks like since he's never captured on cameras or videos.' I think to myself. I just then,  hear a loud clash outside, and all of the lights go out. 

I quickly hide underneath my blankets with my laptop shut. I'm not one for thunder and lightning. I find it pretty, but, I just don't like the loud booms. After a few minutes of rain falling down my window and roof, I hear a crash downstairs. I sit up quickly and look around my room. I remember my secret kitchen knife under my bed. 

I stealthily get on my knees and pull it out, already in a stabbing position if anyone tried to do anything. I carefully open my door. I allow my eyes to get used to the change of light. Once I'm able to see clearly, I start to tip toe to my parents room. I open the door. No one's in here. I can tell. I head to their bathroom through their room. I carefully open the door and peak in. I don't see anyone. I move the glass door to the shower just to make sure.