Jeff The Killer

## Jeff the Killer by GameFuelTV

(Jeff the Killer was created by Sesseur)

*OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER IS STILL AT LARGE.*

*After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer’s attacks and bravely tells his story.*

*“I had a bad dream, and I woke up in the middle of the night,” says the boy, “I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That’s when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren’t regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and… just plain out terrified me. That’s when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase but said in a way only a madman could speak.*

*“He said, ‘**Go to sleep**.’ I let out a scream, that’s what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife, aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That’s when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad’s shoulder. The man probably would’ve finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn’t alerted the police.*

*“They drove into the parking lot and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing: I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head.”*

*Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.*

Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those “fancy” neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn’t complain, though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by. “Hello,” she said, “I’m Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce myself and to introduce my son.” She turned around and called her son over. “Billy, these are our new neighbors.” Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.

“Well,” said Jeff’s mom, “I’m Margaret, and this is my husband, Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu.” They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son’s birthday party. Jeff and his brother were about to object when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family were done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.

“Mom, why would you invite us to some kid’s party? If you haven’t noticed, I’m not some dumb kid.”

“Jeff,” said his mother, “We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we’re going to that party, and that’s final.” Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn’t do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much pain, but… a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.

The next day, Jeff walked downstairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. “Hey, what the hell?”

The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skateboard up and caught it with his hands. The kid seemed to be about twelve—one year younger than Jeff. He was wearing an Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans. “Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat.” Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny, and the other was huge. “Well, since you’re new here, I’d like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith.” Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. “And he’s Troy.” They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn’t exercised since he was crawling.

“And I,” said the first kid, “am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood, there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift.” Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way.” The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong: a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured for him to sit down.

Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid. “Listen here, you little punk, give back my bro’s wallet or else.” Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife. “Oh? And what will you do?” Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid’s wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushed him too, but Jeff didn’t even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over the place. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.

“Jeff, how’d you…?” was all he could say. They saw the bus coming and knew that they would be blamed for the whole incident. So, they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn’t dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something scary. As he got that feeling, he felt how powerful it was: the urge to just... hurt someone. He didn’t like how it sounded, but he couldn’t help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away. It stayed away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn’t be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home, his parents asked him how his day was, and he answered, in a somewhat ominous voice, “It was a wonderful day.”

The next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked downstairs to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look. “Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn’t regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!” Jeff’s gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true. “Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu.” “Son,” said one of the cops, “We found three kids, two stabbed, one with a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?” Jeff knew it was no use. He could say he and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof that they hadn’t attacked first. They couldn’t say that they weren’t fleeing, because truth be told they were. Jeff couldn’t defend himself or Liu.

“Son, call down your brother.” Jeff couldn’t do it, since it was he who beat up all the kids. “Sir, it… it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn't stop me.” The cop looked at his partner. They both nodded. “Well, kid, looks like a year in juvie…” “Wait!” cried Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu. “It was me. I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it.” He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he’d been in a struggle. “Son, just put the knife down,” said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops. “No, Liu, it was me! I did it!” Jeff had tears running down his face.

“Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away.” The police led Liu out to the patrol car. “Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!” Jeff’s mother put her hands on his shoulders. “Jeff please, you don’t have to lie. We know it’s Liu, you can stop.” Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car sped off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff’s dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff’s face and knowing something was wrong. “Son, son what is it?” Jeff couldn’t answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff’s mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so, Jeff walked back into the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn’t look at them; he couldn’t see what they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind.

Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That was, until Saturday when Jeff was woken up by his mother. She wore a happy, sunshiny expression. “Jeff, it’s the day,” she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood his room. “What? What’s today?” asked Jeff as he stirred awake. “Why, it’s Billy’s party.” He was now fully awake. “Mom, you’re joking, right? You don’t expect me to go to some kid’s party after…” There was a long pause. “Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed.” Jeff’s mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself. He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and a pair of jeans and walked downstairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother was in a dress while his father wore in a suit. He thought, why would they ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid’s party?

“Son is that all you’re going to wear?” asked Jeff’s mom. “Better than wearing too much,” he said. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile. “Now Jeff, we may be over‐dressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression,” said his father. Jeff grunted and went back up to his room. “I don’t have any fancy clothes!” he yelled downstairs. “Just pick out something,” called his mother. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn’t find a shirt to go with it, though. He looked around and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of them went with dress pants. Finally, he found a white hoodie lying on a chair. He put it on and walked downstairs to join his parents.

“You’re wearing that?” they both exclaimed. His mother looked at her watch. “Oh, no time to change. Let’s just go,” she said as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They crossed the street over to Barbara and Billy’s house. They knocked on the door. It appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, was way too over‐dressed. As they walked inside, all Jeff could see were adults—no kids. “The kids are out in the yard. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?” suggested Barbara. Jeff walked outside into a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly, a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.

“Hey mister. Wanna play?” he asked. “Ah, no kid. I’m way too old for this stuff.” The kid looked at him with that weird puppy‐dog face. “Please?” begged the kid. “Fine,” Jeff begrudgingly agreed. He put on the hat and started to pretend to shoot at the kids. At first, he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So, he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise... Then it hit him. The moment it did, Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred.

“Hello, Jeff, is it?” he snarled. “We have some unfinished business.” Jeff saw his bruised nose.” I think we’re even. I beat the shit out of you, and you got my brother sent to JDC.” Randy got an angry look in his eyes. “Oh no, I don’t go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today.” As he said that, Randy rushed at Jeff. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head‐butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him. They both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.

“No one interrupts or guts will fly!” they shouted. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder. Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks, Jeff grabbed his foot and twisted it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him. “Need some help?” He picked Jeff up by the back of the collar and threw him through the patio door. As Jeff tried to stand, he was kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly started kicking Jeff, until he began coughing up blood.

“Come on, Jeff! Fight me!” He picked Jeff up and threw him into the kitchen. Randy saw a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashed the glass over Jeff’s head. “Fight!” He threw Jeff back into the living room. “Come on, Jeff! Look at me!” Jeff glanced up; his face riddled with blood. “I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you’re just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!” Jeff started to get up. “Oh, finally! you stand and fight!” Jeff was now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again, he got that strange feeling... the one he hadn’t felt for a while. “Finally. He’s up!” said Randy as he ran at Jeff. That’s when it happened. Something inside of Jeff snapped. His psyche was destroyed, all rational thinking was gone, all he could do was kill. He grabbed Randy and pile‐drove him to the ground. He got on top of him and punched him straight in the heart. The punch caused Randy’s heart to stop. As Randy gasped for breath. Jeff hammered down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushed from Randy’s body until he took one final breath and died.

Everyone was looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily broke from their gaze and pointed their guns at Jeff. Jeff saw the guns trained on him and ran for the stairs. As he ran, Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. Jeff ran up the stairs. He heard Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets, Jeff ducked into the bathroom. He grabbed the towel rack and ripped it off the wall. Troy and Keith raced in; knives ready.

Troy swung his knife at Jeff, who backed away and banged the towel rack into Troy’s face. Troy went down hard. Now all that was left was Keith. He was more agile than Troy, though, and ducked when Jeff swung the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall. A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf. It burnt both of them; they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could. He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith’s head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he smiled ominously.

“What’s so funny?” asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. “What’s funny,” he responded, “is that you’re covered in bleach and alcohol.” Jeff’s eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. As soon as the flame made contact with him, they ignited the alcohol in the vodka. While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire, but it was no use; the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flames. That’s when he passed out.

When Jeff awoke, he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder and stitches all over his body. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm. When he tried to get up, it fell out, and a nurse rushed in. “I don’t think you can get out of bed just yet,” she said as she put him back in his bed and re‐ inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.

“Honey are you okay?” she asked. Jeff couldn’t answer though; his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. “Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go.” This made Jeff almost bolt up, stopping halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. “He’ll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again.”

Jeff’s mother hugged Jeff and said her goodbyes. For the next couple of weeks, Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day when his bandages were to be removed. His family members were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff’s face, everyone was on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed. “Let’s hope for the best,” said the doctor. He quickly pulled the cloth, letting the rest fall from Jeff’s face. Jeff’s mother screamed at the sight of his face while Liu and Jeff’s dad stared awe‐struck.

“What? What happened to my face?” Jeff asked. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face… it…it was horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned a pure white color, and his hair was singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror. “Jeff,” said Liu, “It’s not that bad…” “Not that bad?” said Jeff, “It’s perfect!” His family was surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably. His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching. “Uh… Jeff, are you okay?”

“Okay? I’ve never felt more happy! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa, look at me! This face goes perfectly with me!” He couldn’t stop laughing. He stroked his face, feeling it, looking at it in the mirror.

What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy, something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, although his parents didn’t know that. “Doctor,” said Jeff’s mom, “Is my son… alright, you know… in the head?” “Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn’t change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we’ll give him a psychological test.” “Oh, thank you, doctor.” Jeff’s mother went over to Jeff. “Jeff, sweetie, it’s time to go.” Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. “’Kay, Mommy, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaa!” His mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes. “This is what he came in,” said the lady at the desk. Jeff’s mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff’s mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.

Later that night, Jeff’s mother awoke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom, she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks. “Jeff, what are you doing?” asked his mother. Jeff looked over at his mother. “I couldn’t keep smiling, Mommy. It hurt after a while. Now I can smile forever.” Jeff’s mother noticed his eyes, now ringed in black. “Jeff, your eyes!” His eyes were bordered in black, seemingly never closing. “I couldn’t see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself—my new face.” Jeff’s mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. “What’s wrong, Mommy? Aren’t I beautiful? “Yes, son,” she said. “Yes, you are. L‐let me go get Daddy, so he can see your face.” She ran into the room and shook Jeff’s dad from his sleep. “Honey, get the gun we…” She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife. “Mommy, you lied.” That was the last thing they heard. Jeff rushed them with the knife and gutted both of them.

His brother Liu woke up, startled by the noise. He didn’t hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the edge of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff’s hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife, ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed about trying to escape Jeff’s grip.

“Shhhhhhh…” Jeff said. “Just go to sleep.”