Insanely Wicked (Jeff the Killer Story)

Insanely Wicked (Jeff the Killer fanfiction)

Hey everyone! >.< now I'm so excited for this and I've been meaning to write a story about Creepypastas and stuff for a long, LONG time.
This novel isn't all too depressing and it isn't all too sappy with romance either.
Oh and the town where Chantelle (the main character and almost every character in this book) live in is a small town called Devil's Kettle. Kinda from Jennifer's Body ( the movie) but much more popular and successful. I do not live in U.S.A so I have basically NO idea of the towns and stuff so bear with me if I get something done wrong.
Anyway, I'll just give a quick preview so you don't get confused and then you can move on to the prologue that will be in THIS update.

"I can't take this anymore! Where are you?! What happened to you?!" Chantelle yelled and did not hesitate to destroy everything she has been working so hard for the past two years. The work and research did not matter now, since it resulted with disappointment and unanswered questions.

Chantelle Armstrong, was going through thick and thin to find her dear sister, Reverie, after her unexpected and sudden disappearance. Will she be able to find her all by herself? Or will she be guided to the answers of her questions...by someone?

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Prologue

I traced my fingers down the abdomen of the now, dead body. I held nothing in my heart but complete and utter mixture of rage, sorrow, insanity and guilt. The blood's stench made my condition worse and so, I lie down, onto the pale, motionless body as it's blood spilled all over me.
I deserve this.
I deserve to be covered in this mess. As it is the mess that I made.
I deserve worse.

I murmured words to myself as I slowly let my actions sink in. Making myself regretful and guilty all over again.
This is my doing.
This is my fault.
Then why am I the one who is still breathing?
Who still gets the chance to live.
When will this sick game end?!

I let a tear escape and start to hum to myself. After everything, I doubt this would calm my nerves but, better than nothing.

All I could do, was stare at the night sky, staying still in the cold. Hoping I would soon die as well. After all, this is just a game. A very sadistic and pathetic game. In which, I am now, trapped.

I belong here now.
I'm one of them.

I began to snicker. My snickers turned into chuckles, and my chuckles turned into a full blown laughter.

I belong here!
I am one of them!
I'm a monster!

My laughter turned into howls and my stomach churned from my fit. I could feel the insanity within me, I knew it was taking over and I knew I had completely given up.
Nothing can get me out of this hole of pure wickedness and cruelty.

Nothing can change that either.
Not anymore.