Chapter One
My long unnaturally black hair whipped in the wind as I sprinted towards the screaming. When I heard the screaming I knew it could only be one thing: Jeff attacking. This was Jeff's territory, I had been tracking him for days now and I could tell he was getting restless. Three weeks since his last kill and here I was, three o'clock in the morning, when I heard a bloodcurdling scream. My eyelids were burned off during the accident so I couldn't really ever "sleep", but I jumped up from my resting position outside the motel window and got into the street as quickly as I could. I followed the screaming noise and pulled my dagger out of my pocket. I rounded two corners and, seeing a dark figure, sprinted quickly down an alley. Suddenly, I heard, "GO TO SLEEP!" I shuddered at the distinctive raspy voice of Jeff the Killer and the muffled scream following it. No, no, no, I was too late!
I reached Jeff and a blonde haired teenage girl just as the knife was plunging into her a third time. Blood gurgled from her mouth and she squeaked weakly. Damn, I wasn't up to my game! I usually got here much quicker, quick enough to stop Jeff. There was no time for thinking here, so I instinctively hurled my dagger into Jeff's back. He stood up, casually pulling my knife from his back and staring lifelessly at me. I had seen Jeff many times, but his appearance still haunted me. His skin was a thick, pasty white and his hair was long and greasy, just as unnaturally black as mine. But the most unnatural thing about Jeff was his face. His eyebrows were burned clear off after the fire and his eyes below were as black as his soul, and they were ever staring, wide and bright, penetrating deep into you. The smile carved into his face was a raw red color, stretching nearly to his ears so wide... Like a sick joke about how happy he was. His hands shook as he threw my knife back at me. "So you found me, Jane," He said, his voice cracking like a fire. "Get out of here," I growled at him. "We've fought before, so you're just going to play nice now?" He said, mock surprised. "Oh right, you just impaled me with a knife." I glared at Jeff angrily. "Get the fuck out of here, NOW!" I screamed at Jeff. I heard the wail of sirens, probably coming after hearing the screams of this poor girl. Jeff smiled a bigger smile than his normal one and backed away slowly. "Until next time, Jane," He whispered. "Go to sleep." He flicked another knife at me, which I easily ducked under. I didn't bother to see where the creep got off to but now my attention was on the dying girl in front of me. I reached for her and she was barely responsive, and I knew what I had to do. The last breaths were leaving her and I could tell she was suffering. I grabbed the knife Jeff threw at me off the ground and grasped it in my hand. I guess this is why they call me Jane the Killer. Because I kill people before Jeff can do to them what he did to me. I save them an awful lot of trouble. I expertly slit the girls throat and watched the light fade from her eyes. I threw my signature black rose on her body before fleeing the scene. Now I had one more reason to get revenge on Jeff.
