Jeff the Killer Vs Jane The Killer

Chapter 1~ The Hoodie

She smiled when She saw them, victims. All of them, they will all end up dead anyhow, but should she make grim reaper look them in the eye just yet? She felt the knife in her sock, as she walked, back towards "home". Er, where she lived, if you called it her home she'd probably stab you, just to watch you die.

Her blonde hair was short and boyish, it went down to her ears and was always messy. She had blue eyes and pale skin. She was very pretty before she chopped her hair off, and was sane before she killed her father. Her parents, the victims, the world had driven her to insanity.

Her house wasn't far from the park of victims, in fact it was above a cafe. Java the Hut, yes she knew the cheesiest name ever, but it was "home".

She strolled in and nodded to her mother, her mothers face was wiped with fear, and it looked like she was worried about something. Jane walked closer to her mother and whispered to what she always said to her dear mother, "you're next, mommy." Her mother cringed and went into the back, probably to cry.

Jane went upstairs towards her room, and sat down on her bed. She took the knife from her sock and put it under her pillow. Her room had perfect view of the town, she saw victims walk the streets everyday, she had begun to remember them. Every victim was familiar except one, the one with black hair and a fresh white hoodie. She looked closer and saw red blots on his white hoodie, but she knew that shade of red, it was blood.

There was a faint knock on her door, but it had opened before she could answer. Her mother. Janes mother strode towards the window, and whispered.

"Did you see him?"

Jane looked up in wonder, and nodded slightly.

" That's Jeffrey." she whispered as though the name was dangerous. "Jeff the Killer."

Jane looked at her in confusion and muttered "and...?"

Her mother sighed, and started to tell her the story.