Jeff The Killer Love Story-Rewritten-On Hold

Chapter 6? -Edit Done

"Fucking blood wont wash out of the damn hoodie." I mumbled as I rubbed the sleeve of my black hoodie with a wet towel. I went on a huge killing spree last night, and came home drenched in blood. So far I've washed my hoodie twice, now it's just pissing me off. "Fuck it, I'll go to school smelling like blood." I sighed and entered the front doors of the school. I could easily smell blood from the boys bathroom, and two more bodies from the lockers. I smirked and slammed my fist into two lockers and bodies fell out onto the floor. Everyone screamed and I examined the wounds. The same person had done this, this morning and is still around somewhere I'm sure. I walked away from the bodies calmly and went to the principal to tell him I saw two corpses in the hall, and of course I had to freak out a little bit. The police came, and they allowed everyone to go on with school. Wow, aren't police amazing. 

"Hey, Jeff." I called out as I passed him in the hall. 

"Hey." He said with a grin. He obviously wasn't 'out there' today, he was a little...different. Thinky. There's the word. 

I shrugged and continued off to my locker. Since Jeff's was reletively close to mine, I just happened to notice a scent I knew very well come from it. I gave a small smile and slammed my fist into his locker, it swung open. The smell was stronger, and I was curious. Why would the scent of blood come from his locker, Jeff seems a lot nicer than a serial killer. I was about to move stuff around, but I heard my name. "Eh?! O-Oh, Hey Jeff...You're locker opened somehow."

He nodded slowly and slammed it closed, then turned to look me in the eye. "Thanks for not touching anything." He said flatly before leaving. I let out a sigh and grabbed my own thing. I'm totally going through his locker tonight. Before leaving I sniffed his locker and left to lunch. It was totally blood, but I couldn't say he was the killer before I had any real proof. 

I stared at Jeff from a few tables away. I doubt he was the killer...he was too cute for that. He did look suspicious though. The whole lunch he was sitting on the wall with a notebook and looking at a bunch of random people. He was smiling...alot. It was like my smile when I'm out killing, psychotic. I was starting to annoy myself with all this killer stuff. 

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I sighed happily as that murderous feeling left me completely. I sat in a crouch position on a windowsill. I had just killed a family of five and felt great. All I was waiting for was for the police to come and see their reaction to the scene. It's all painted with a nice shade of red now. 

It was pitch black out, around 11 PM. I was covered in blood and my face was in it's killer state again; black eyes with red pupils, and sharp teeth. I was fond of this look, much better than my human look. I had my hood on all the time, so my face wasn't ever seen, only the red of my eyes. It really scares the normal people. 

I jumped from the two story window and landed on the ground smoothly. I stood up straight and casually walked down the sidewalk with my hands in my pocket, messing with my knife blade. I hummed a song as I walked under the streetlights; for once I was calm. I stopped in my tracks when I saw a person in front of me walking. It kind of looked like Jeff, only he had white skin and seemed to be a little more hunched over. He was laughing like I did, and had a knife in his right hand. I grinned, "Ooh, I have a little competition." I said aloud.