Chapter Two
I felt the darkness around me until my fingers ran over a threadbare quilt lying on the ground. I slumped down and nestled myself on top of it, not bothering covering myself with a blanket. Cold didn't effect you when you were already cold on the inside.
I should be packing, I thought to myself. Jeff will be on the move right about now, hunting down his next victim. I calculated in my head now long I would have until he made his move: three days to stalk, two days to prepare, one day to kill. Seconds to change your life forever.
His course of action had changed over the years. The "Jeff the Killer" teens grew to love among their other creepypasta fantasies was much different from actuality. Jeff's story was first posted on creepypasta three years ago. By who? Me, Jane, of course. At the time it seemed smart, but now I regret it.
The events that began the legacy that is Jeff's happened six months prior, when I was still a happy school girl who wore red ribbons in her hair. I was sixteen years old.
I don't often talk about my first encounter with Jeff. I was his first real victim; perhaps that is why my treatment was the most brutal. He wasn't as quick and stealthy as he is now. He was still learning.
Maybe someday I'll share my full story. I have to have a lot of trust in someone, I have to be able to trust this person with my life. That is what my story is worth.
But, I'm Jane the Killer. The last person I ever trusted nearly cut my mouth into a bleeding grimace like his own.
But, back to creepypasta. My internal pain was so unbearable I didn't know what to do with myself. I wanted to get back at Jeff so bad, but I was petrified of him. I was out of my mind with fear and grief. Bordering on insanity, I typed up all I knew about Jeff and hit enter. It helped for about three minutes. Then feedback came in.
In the next 24 hours, it became a huge internet sensation. Thus, began the Jeff the Killer phenomenon.
This only urged Jeff to kill more. He knew I wrote this story. The only person who knew this much about him was his own brother, Lui. Lui was of course, long dead. Slain by the hands of Jeff himself.
Jeff lived in solitary confinement, and as big of a story I had created about him, little actually knew he was real.
But, this was three years ago. Since then, Jeff's plots to killed me have slowly diminished, and he made his way from town to town, slowly killing girls. I usually had to time to stop him and he always expected me, but he never got to kill me. I'm sure he could. As good of skills as I've developed over these years, I'm still no match to Jeff. My previous goal was to kill him once and for all, but now it's just to save his victims and avoid him at all costs. But don't get me wrong: if I had the chance to kill Jeff, his head would be rolling already.
A breeze blew through my open window. I was in a second story room of an abandoned motel. I went place to place carrying nothing but my knife and a pocket watch on a gold chain. My father's old watch. It kept the time I didn't want to think about; the time it had been since my heart had turned cold.
If you leave me without knowing anything, know this: never have I ever killed someone. Despite what you've seen and heard, all I've ever done is saved people. People who are alive get a hit over the head and I carry them home. People who I came too late to save... Well, they get the knife. It's quick and painless. If Jeff finds you close to death, according to his plan, he brings you back. It's the point where most people never come back, where they've gotten used to the pain and are drifting away... They are startled back into reality.
And how startling must it be to wake up with a grin etched on your face and a stone cold heart in your chest?
Trust me when I say you'd rather be dead.
There's never I moment I wouldn't rather be dead. I do nothing but watch unfortunate people die, or carry the seldom lucky ones back to their houses. I get no thanks, no recognition. I'm Jane the Killer, the murderess, the lesser companion to Jeff the Killer who, contrary to popular belief, doesn't actually kill anyone at all.
There's a lot in a name. Especially a false one.
Jane the Killer to me is this:
A girl who's alone in this world, forced to fight the demon of hatred inside her and the devil on Earth, Jeff the Killer. She's just a girl who suffered a horrific accident and the systematic killing of her entire family in front of her very eyes. She kills and she is one of the only people in the world to know the complete cycle of death. She's seen it that often. She's a girl who saves people instead of herself, for she knows she is past saving. She accepts her fate and tries to move forward, but stones are chained to her heart. She is invisible to the world. Nobody sees, nobody cares, and who would ever listen?
Jane the Killer.
Jane the Killed.
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/// Hi guys. I saw this got a whole 96 reads and I was pretty psyched. I know it's been like 4 months since I updated this but I never even meant for it to go anywhere. Thanks for inspiring me! Love you guys.
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