Prolouge

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      The night was dark, the aair was still as i silently trudged my way to the tacky jewellry shop, where awaits my next victim. I walked to the store and up t the boed-looking cashier, her blonde hair falling ever so-slightly beyond her waist and her blue eyes revealing no emotion.

"Can I help you?" her tone showing disrespect as she smacked her bubble gum between her mouth. "Yes" I replied, my head staring at my black dress pants before leaving them to look in her eyes. "Go to Sleep."

That simple phrase was enough to send her screaming. I grabbed her by her throat and stabbed her with my trusted knife. Her blood gushed out like a river and splattered all over the counter; dripping and running to the floor. I dragged my knife through her body, down to her mid-section, then pushed her to the floor where the screams and wails of the surrounding workers filled the room.I bent down to her limp, lifeless body on the floor and carved my infamous ' Chelsea smile' into her cheeks.

I stood and turned, blood stained on my hands and white hoodie. I lifted the hood off of my black wavy hair so that they can gaze upon my beautiful face. My smile was slit to high prisision ; still shining with the abundance of fressh blood that trickled down my chin towards my toned neck.

The screams of the other three workers kept me going as I landed a swift kick to the face of another woman and stabbed her stomach. I used this same method to take down another girl. My last prey started running towards the door but i grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, pinned him down to the ground and hovered above him. I shushed him profusely and then whispered " Dont worry. Go to Sleep." And with those final words, I pierced his heart and allowed his pulsating organ to gush out that ruby-red liquid that I crave tonight. I made a wide smile into his face and let his last dying scream engulf me as a sick, twisted grin was plastered upon my face.

 I marveled at my work of art for a minute, before snapping back to reality when the flashes of blue and red was reflected off of one of the glass containers. I hastened towards the back door, covered my head with my hood and made my way to the forest just as the police was examining the scene.

My name is Jeff and I am a mass murdering, serial killer, looking for revenge and i WILL find you...

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