Jeff the Killer

The Beginning

I sit and just stay in front of the school playing with my knife.

Where should I go?

"Sir?"

Someone says.

I put the knife in my pocket and look up to see a police officer.

My hair is in my face so he doesn't look scared.

"Sir? " He says again.

He has a small beard and a barely any hair on his head.

His suit looks like it barely fits his round belly.

He puts his hand in his waist close to his gun.

"Sir. I'm gonna need you to leave. Now." He says in a more aggressive tone.

"No." I say softly.

"What did you just say?" He says looking angry.

"Can't you hear?" I speak even softer.

"What?" He says.

"No!" I yell at him.

I take the knife out of my pocket so fast he can't react.

I thrust the knife into his stomach.

He gasps.

I kick him and he falls on his side.

Yelling.

I kneel down next to him and thrust the knife closer to his heart and turn it.

Blood covers his shirt.

I take the radio out of his pocket and throw it.

He gasps and chokes on blood.

"Why?" He says spitting out blood.

I push the hair out if my face and smile.

"I just want you to smile." I say.

His eyes are full of fear.

I take out his wallet from his pocket and see a picture of him his wife and a little boy.

"Is this your family?" I ask.

"Yes." He says tears going down his face. He sobs.

"Why are you crying?" I ask.

"Don't kill them. Please." He sobs.

"I won't. " I say.

I put the knife in his mouth and he starts to cry.

"Don't cry officer. I just want to make you smile."

I smile and cut his mouth into a smile bigger than mine.

I wipe the blood off my knife and take the cash out of his wallet.

"$65"

I guess that should be enough for now.

I put the cash in my pocket and my knife and start walking.

I wonder who's next?

Cause this is just the beginning.