Unbalanced Minds (Jeff the Killer Fan fiction)

Chapter 1

A/N: Jeff the Killer fan fic yeah. ENJOY!

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5 years before

Hopping out of the school bus, I ran straight home while my bag bounced behind me. I fear the most when the bullies would harass me again and there's no one else to protect me. I can hear the boys giggling and their heavy shoes, pounding to the dry pavement. The ground shakes and the sound is getting closer.

CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP!

Trying the best I can with my small legs to reach home. Not seeing the rock that interfere my jogging, resulted a landing of my chin to the scratchy ground.

The three boys surrounded me with laughter. "Haha! Oh look at miss chinky eyes." I wiped off the tears from my swollen eyes and wished I was home. One dude with orange hair shove me, my hip hitting the near by bench.

I yelped in pain and home was few blocks away. I slowly tried to sit back up. Another shove happened, my fragile skull bounced on the ground. My head started ringing and I couldn't hear anything for a few seconds. Crying would make my head hurt more, so that wasn't an option. Their laughter echoed through my mind. 

Out of the blue, there came a boy somewhat the height 3 times bigger than me. He held... a knife?! '

"He.. Hey! Tha-"

He turned slightly, only his smile was shown.

"Escape. NOW." he said in a low hiss. I looked at his back, being confused from what have impact on the ground. He said in a more loud voice. "GO."

Not wasting time I hurriedly reached home.

As I arrived I slide down the door desperate for air. the only person who greeted me was my uncle. "Hey little sport, how's school?" he seemed positive and he gave me a lift up. He had a can of beer in one hand and a football helmet on his head, while the television was still going on with a candy commercial. "Yeah, it was very tiring...
 I hurriedly went up stairs and headed to the shower. I can see the bruises behind my neck and the side of my hip. Also there were faded bruises on my shins.

I slowly slide down the bottom of the shower and let the hot water hit me, as I hissed. I was trying hard to remember what just happened and at the same time stop shaking. 

My parents are dead since I was five. My uncle was there to take care of me, when since both my parents side had no other relatives. 

As I sat down for dinner my uncle turned around with his eyes frightened. "Alexandria? That's where we are."

"Three teens caught by a serial killer as we have reached the spot." A man with a dark vest and Oakley shades on. "Seems like the same man we are trying to catch, whether he's a monster or a demon. If you have seen a white hooded man with a knife around, his name is Jeff the Killer. Please call the local police for further information on the sight of this man" 

I dropped my fork from my dinner.

Jeff the Killer..