(Jeff The Killer FanFic.) He hides in the shadows and he stalks. He stalks in the corners of rooms, he stalks in the dark allys people always are warned to stay away from. He stalks and he cries. He cries, longing for a friend, he cries from eternal pain. He cries from the loss of his brother, Lou. It's his fault. His fault he turned that way. He's whats wrong with society. He's the one with a permanent smile, engraved into his face, he's the one with black sockets and eyes whiter than a clean piece of marble. He's the one to blame for his brothers death. Whats not wrong with him? He's nothing but a killer. A killer who kills whats wrong with society, thieves, rapists and many more. But a killer nonetheless. He cries kills. But under all those emotions he feels. Anger to himself, anger to society, he feels a sense of...relief. A sense of...happiness even. He likes putting people to sleep. He likes playing "God without nobody knowing it's him. He loves the sense of fear he puts in people. But among all those people who fear Jeff. There's a girl with beautiful black eyes, those who match an owls. Long brown hair and a perfect body structure. This girl is Jeff's best enemy. She say's she loves him. She says that society is ugly and his smile is beautiful. She says she likes the way his eyes sparkle a bit in the light the stars offer.All Rights Reserved