The Hunt (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction)

1: A Bad Day

     Cold, crisp air. The lingering smell of my own perfume. A few of the neighbors-Mrs. May, Mrs. Penny, and Mrs. Bell- jog past on their daily run. They wave at me, flashing those fake-teeth filled mouths with a fake smile, and tell me good morning. I wave and smile, but don't say a word. Bitches, I thought as I watched them continue down the street. Just as bitchy as their daughters really, who were all extremely close. The three mothers pretended to like each other, well really all of the mothers in this town did. At least the daughters weren't two faced and said if they hated you.

     Mrs. May is having an affair with Mrs. Bell's husband. Mrs. Penny sneaks out of town to get drugs. Mrs. May's husband is a raging alcoholic. That's just the drama between those three. How I found that out? This town talks. Everyone knows everyone, keeping things secret is very hard. All you have to do is listen. No one notices me, so listening is easy. This whole town is drama.

      I live in a gated community. Not just gated, but far away from any city that's not full of fakes. There is a few other gated communities close by, run by the same corporation, all extremely religious, and all the kids go to the same private school.

     Not everyone here is crazy. It's a very safe neighborhood, not a single murder or even robbery, so some pretty normal and rational people do move here. Yes, they are religious too, this is advertised as a community for Christians, but they are still very nice. I've meet a few families of rational Christian, some even admitted to me that our town seemed more religious than they expected. It was easy to get parents to tell me things they probably wouldn't want the other parents knowing.

     I never blabbed though. I preferred to sit back and enjoy the show. Sometimes it was better than TV. Last week, middle of the night, I was getting ready for bed when suddenly I heard yelling. I looked outside to see one of the boys running down the street in just his boxers, his clothes in his hands, and a dad that lived next door chasing him down. It was quite the show. And I wasn't the only one who noticed, the whole school talked about it for about three or four days.

     I felt a bit bad for the girl involved. Apparently she had a huge crush on the dude, and now he was telling the whole school how she was going to give him head. You can already imagine the reaction to that when you live in such a highly religious town. She was outcasted, even more than me. Meanwhile, nothing happened to the guy. "Boys will be boys," I had heard one parent say. I didn't think either had done anything wrong, maybe expect for the boy revealing everything that had happened between him and the girl.

     Another set of women come by, much older than the moms who had come by. I knew this elderly women. Carolyn, Samantha, and Alice. Unlike the moms in this town, these three grandmothers were some of the nicest people in the town. They pause their walk when they see me, taking the moment to drink their water.

     "Waiting for the bus, Joey?" Carolyn asks me. They all smile at me, an actual smile unlike the ones the three mothers had given me.

     "Yeah, seems to be running a little late this morning," I reply.

     "We saw it just a couple blocks down," Alice informs me. I nod, looking down the road where she had pointed.

     "How's the hip today, Sam?" I ask. Last year she had surgery on it. Im surprised she can move like she does.

     "Hurting like always, little-Joey," Samantha tells me. "Pain is something we all learn to live with."

     Carolyn smack Samantha's arm and says, "Stop trying to sound wise, old-lady."

     "I'm not trying," Samantha responds, sass lacing her words, "I am wise."

     "Last week you forgot to put sugar in your damn sugar cookies, woman," Alice adds, "You ain't wise."