Jeff the Killer Vs Jane The Killer

Chapter 4~ The Bar

As Jane strutted down the street, toward the local bar, she shrieked with delight.

     "I'm gonna kill Jeff!"

She twirled and danced. But deep in her mind she couldn't help but think about him.

       "He is kinda cute, but he did murder my parents. That's unforgivable. What I had for him before can't be here now." She smiled, and stood at the door of the bar.

    She stepped in and was quickly greeted by the partygoers. Some were smoothtalking a lady at the bar, some were chilling on the couch, some were screaming at the tv. One guy sat shyly in the corner.

     "Thats Jeff!" She thought, until he looked up. "Green eyes? Tan? Brown hair? But... the white hoodie... and black pants... I..." She grunted, flipped her hair, and went to order a drink.

        "Surprise me." She said to the bartender, commandingly.

       "Ma'am, I think you're underage..." He said.

         "I said, surprise me." She said, grabbing his shirt collar. "I'll kill you if you don't. I have to settle some shit tonight and if I don't get something to drink I will walk out of here with blood on my hands." She then pulled him close and whispered, "Got it?"

           He nodded quickly and started pouring. "Damn. Girls got a spine." He thought to himself, handing her the drink.

"Where are you, asshole?" was all she was thinking. But she knew exactly where he was. He was back at his old house.

Thats precisely where he wasn't. He was at a motel.

Waiting.