Jane the Killer Rewrite

## Jane the Killer Rewrite by Doros70

(Jane the Killer was created by TheLadyBlackWolf. P.s. This story is set in the continuity of Jeff the Killer: One by One by DoctorBleed and the Homicidal Liu rewrite by Doros70)

It was a cold, calm winter night, with a few snowflakes descending quietly to the concrete ground. The empty, dreary streets were illuminated by the orange streetlights, giving the feeling of loneliness.

Jeff walked down a desolate street of a sleeping town; one he had not visited before. Despite his different physiology, Jeff couldn't help but shiver. The cold was getting to him. All he could do to keep himself warm was to put the hood over his head and hide his hands in his pockets.

He had no plan on where to go or what to do. All he could think about was that the sooner he would get to kill someone, the better the night would be. His hatred for life itself was the only thing that kept him going; it was one of the reasons why he had come back stronger than ever.

He walked along the sidewalk past a bus stop and walked next to an old convenience store where a pair of dusty payphones were lined along the wall. Jeff paid no mind to them at first, but he couldn't help but wonder why they were still around anymore, with mobile phones being all the rage nowadays.

As he walked past them, he heard a loud ringing sound. Jeff turned his head to see where the noise was coming from. To his surprise, he realized that the noise was coming from one of the payphones.

Curious, he walked over to the telephone, and as soon as he picked up the handset, the noise stopped. When he answered, he couldn't help but fantasize about tracking down the person on the other end and ripping their guts out.

He put the phone up to his ear but said nothing. He heard nothing but the generic background noise of a phone. Whoever was on the other side had yet to speak. And after a moment of silence, Jeff finally broke the silence.

"Hello?"

As soon as he answered, an unfamiliar woman's voice finally replied.

"Hello, Jeff. Are you enjoying your visit?"

Jeff was surprised. He knew for sure no one knew he would come here. Whoever this woman was, she must have been watching him. And he didn't like it one bit.

"Who is this?" Jeff asked.

"A hunter, just like you. But you're the only animal I'm after. It took me months to find you, but I have you in my sights. By answering this phone, you have sealed your fate."

"Spare me the bullshit and answer my question."

"You really wanna know? I'll give you a hint. You killed my mom and dad."

Jeff briefly stood silent and pondered, thinking about how many moms and dads he had killed. He let out a small scoff of annoyance, since he wasn't impressed by the woman's reason.

"So I won't get a direct answer, then. What makes you think you're so special?"

"I'm the person who can end your miserable existence. I'm gonna make your final moments as painful and terrible as possible."

"Heh. Good luck with that. Worse people tried to end me, and they all failed miserably. You're nothing compared to them."

"I wouldn't think so. I know what you are, Jeff. And I have the right tools for the occasion."

"Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots. If you're all tough shit, why don't you just end me right now?"

"I want you to feel like a scared little boy again before this is all over. I'm going to take my time with you and savor every moment of this night..."

Jeff stood silent, unimpressed and unmoving. And even with the grin carved into his face, he didn't even try to smirk.

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

And with that said, Jeff hung up the phone and walked away. He didn't care whether he met the woman or not. But he wouldn't mind if he had the chance to kill her. He walked across the town, and strangely, he didn't see a single person the entire time. The streets were completely deserted.

Eventually, he found himself in a decrepit neighborhood close to an old industrial park. The lights were dim, but they allowed Jeff to see just fine. He was confused that he didn't see a single living thing the entire time, but eventually, the confusion would come to an end.

After he walked around a corner, he noticed something that caught his attention. He saw someone standing at the far end of the street with their back turned. Jeff's grip on the knife he kept in his jacket tightened, and his bored trance was broken.

"Finally," he whispered.

He silently stepped toward the unmoving person and slowly pulled the knife out of his pocket. As he drew closer, he noticed that his soon-to-be victim was a woman dressed in black with long, wavy dark hair. He assumed that she would be easy prey.

When he was just a few yards away, she walked towards the end of the street and went around the corner, out of Jeff's sight. Jeff's smile faltered a little, but he was still excited at the thought of shedding blood again.

When he walked around the corner again, he noticed something unusual. The woman was in the middle of a much longer sidewalk. Jeff hadn't seen her for at least a few seconds, meaning that the woman had moved fast.

Jeff let out a quiet sigh of annoyance, but he became frustrated when the woman crossed the street and walked into a dark alleyway. Jeff's pace quickened as he followed her.

He stepped through the darkness and headed for the other side. As soon as he went through the alleyway, he found himself near a rotten fence, heading for what appeared to be a warehouse. He looked around, but there was no sign of the woman. Jeff threw his hands up in frustration, and his mood was spoiled.

Before he could do anything else, he heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Hello, Jeff. Did you enjoy stalking me?"

It took him a second to recognize the voice. It was the woman on the phone. Jeff quickly turned around and saw the lady he followed, facing him. Sure enough, she was dressed all in black in contrast to her pale skin and dark eyes. The first thing that caught his attention was the pistol she held, pointing it at Jeff.

Even though he didn't expect such a thing, Jeff was not shocked or scared by this. He let out a smug smile and laughed.

"Heh. Like I said. You're not special. Go ahead, see what good it does you."

"Alright," the woman smiled.

And with that said, she pulled the trigger, firing a bullet into Jeff's left side of the abdomen. At first, he flinched in pain, and to Jeff's expectation, that pain was brief and quickly subsided. However, in a few short seconds, the pain had become unbearable, and he almost collapsed to his knees. It felt like the bullet was burning his flesh from the inside.

Jeff held his side and winced, trying his best not to make a sound or cry out. He looked up at the woman giving him a satisfied smirk.

"You were saying?" she spoke in a condescending tone before pointing the gun at Jeff again.

Jeff knew he stood no chance, so he shakily turned around and squeezed through the fence before staggering away. The woman let out an amused chuckle as she fired the gun once more. When she missed, Jeff fled.

As the woman's annoyed grunt echoed behind him, Jeff ran through the area, looking for a place to hide. As he stumbled around, he picked the most secluded warehouse and ran inside.

As soon as he entered, he hid in the shadows and breathed heavily. The cold and the pain almost made his body feel numb, but he was still conscious. He realized that the bullet he took was not ordinary. He had been shot many times before, but he had never felt such searing pain. Whatever the bullet was made out of, it had a devastating effect on his body.

When he got his breath under control, he lifted up his dirty hoodie and looked at his new wound. With no other option, Jeff dug into the hole with two fingers and looked for the bullet, causing more blood to gush out. After a while, Jeff finally found the bullet and took it out, causing the pain to subside considerably. The wound would heal soon enough.

Before he could examine the bullet, though, he dropped it in pain as if his fingertips burned. Jeff used his sleeve to pick it up and clean it. Even in the darkness, Jeff could still see what was up with the bullet. It was made of something shinier and lighter than lead.

Maybe that woman was right. She really was the one who could kill him, and if she could, then she was his most dangerous enemy.

Before Jeff could ponder further, he heard distant footsteps getting closer to the other entrance of the warehouse. He hid in the shadows and waited to see who was approaching him. He gripped his knife, and this time, he was sure that the woman was coming for him.

The footsteps became louder, and the source was coming closer.

As Jeff got ready to ambush the intruder, he saw something surprising again. Whoever entered the warehouse was not the lady chasing him. Instead, he saw the silhouette of a lanky man wearing what appeared to be a topcoat and a scarf around his neck. He was muttering quietly as if he was talking to himself. Sometimes he sounded meek and shy, but other times, he seemed angry and unhinged.

At first, Jeff thought that man was working with the lady, but soon, all he cared about was killing him.

When the man walked past him, Jeff stepped out of the darkness and snuck behind the man. He followed him as slowly and quietly as possible, but soon, he ran straight at him at full speed.

The man turned around quickly before he was tackled to the floor. Jeff couldn't see the person's face very well, but he looked surprised and scared. He furiously wrapped his hands around the man's throat, making him struggle to free himself. The stranger's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his worried look was replaced by a look of pure rage.

As the two struggled, the man managed to kick Jeff off, sending him a few feet away. As the two got up, Jeff could finally see the man clearly. His face was covered in cuts of various lengths and sizes. But then, to his shock, Jeff realized that there was more to the man than he initially thought. That hair, that face, the tone...

Jeff calmed down. His fury died down just long enough to talk to the man.

"Liu?" he called quietly.

Liu maintained his enraged expression for a second. But when he heard his own name, he closed his eyes, shook his head, and the fury was replaced by amazement.

"Jeff?"

The two brothers got up and observed each other closely. It had been years, and they barely looked recognizable since they last saw each other.

"What happened to you?" Jeff asked, looking at Liu's scars.

"What happened to--" Liu stopped for a second before pointing at his brother. "I thought you were dead!"

"Who says I'm not dead?" he replied. "And I thought you went to prison."

"I didn't go to prison, Jeff..." Liu corrected. He sounded calm at first, but he briefly winced. His voice became raspier and a toothy frown formed on his face. "But we were in hell!"

Liu shook his head and spoke normally.

"Keep it down! You're not helping!"

Jeff was confused by his brother's strange behavior, but he knew that Liu was the only one who could help him get rid of that woman that kept chasing him.

"What are you doing here?" Jeff asked.

"We... I mean, I tried to find you! I wanted to rebuild my life, but it looks like the world has other plans, and I found out you were still out there! I almost thought I got involved in a wild goose chase."

"How did you find me?"

"I followed someone who's looking for you."

"You're talking about her, aren't you? There's this crazy gothic bitch that keeps chasing me!"

"Ah... That's Jane," Liu responded with a hint of disgust in his voice. When he spoke again, his raspy voice and the hateful glare returned, looking in another direction. "And she annoys me so goddamn much..."

"You know her?"

Before Liu could answer the question, the two brothers fell silent when they heard distant footsteps near the warehouse. Liu's expression changed as he moved closer.

"There's no time. Come on, I know a place where we can hide."

Liu snuck out of the warehouse and Jeff followed him as quietly as possible. They tried their best not to get caught by Jane or alert her. With great care, they snuck back to the urban zone, and after about half an hour, the two brothers made it to the nearest suburb. They walked through the dark neighborhood for a while until Liu walked up to the porch of a specific house. On the outside, it looked well-maintained, but even in the distance, Jeff could tell that there was something wrong with the front door.

Jeff stood at the gate in confusion when he realized that his brother did not hesitate. Liu looked back and saw that Jeff was not following him. He was worried that he had become suspicious.

"It's alright. The owners are not home."

Jeff looked in every single direction, making sure that no one saw him, especially Jane. When he made sure the coast was clear, Jeff walked up to the porch and Liu walked further inside. Jeff finally noticed what was wrong with the door. The lock was busted as if Liu had kicked the door open. Jeff smiled, remembering the many times he had to kick down a door to get to his victims.

He entered the house where Liu was expecting him. Even in the darkness, he could still see that the interior was well-preserved.

"I got inside some time ago to get some food before going out there again to find you."

"Alright..." Jeff began. "What do we do now?"

"We need to take Jane out of the picture. She's too dangerous to let her walk around much longer."

"How are we gonna do that?"

As Jeff finished talking, Liu closed his eyes and groaned quietly again. When he opened his eyes, his raspy voice returned and flashed a grin so wide and twisted that even Jeff was disturbed by it.

"I have a solution!"

...

It didn't take long for Jane to track Jeff down again. Part of her felt amused that Jeff ended up trapping himself inside a small house. But another part was worried when she saw the lock, fearing that Jeff had broken in and killed the owners. She stared at the home for a moment and took a deep breath. In her arrogance and confidence, she let Jeff get away, but now she wasn't going to hold anything back.

With the gun still in her hand, Jane made her way to the door and opened it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. She pointed her gun in every direction as she searched the entire first floor. She checked every nook and cranny, but she did not see anyone. She went up the stairs quietly, making sure to not make the boards creak.

She checked the bathroom, the laundry room, and the kids' rooms. There wasn't a single sign of Jeff anywhere.

Even the master bedroom was empty. Jane was absolutely sure that Jeff was in the house, but seeing that her theory was wrong made her feel disappointed. She lowered the pistol, turned around, and began to leave the room.

Just as she stepped into the doorway, a fist suddenly hit her in the face, knocking her down on her back and dropping the gun. Dizzy and disoriented, Jane looked up to see Jeff stepping into the room, but her vision was blurred and the sounds were muffled. He cracked his knuckles with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Wow. That was so much easier than I thought."

As soon as Jane regained her vision, Jeff got on top of her and started choking her. Jane panicked and tried to get Jeff's hands away from her.

But Jeff was relentless.

As she felt the air being squeezed out of her lungs, Jane reached from her back and pulled out a shiny, daggerlike blade, quickly jamming it into Jeff's side. As soon as the blade dug into Jeff's body, he stopped and started to convulse. She toppled him over, and Jeff started to grunt. As Jane got up and caught her breath, Jeff retched and coughed up blood. The blade, just like the bullet from earlier, gave him the sensation that his side was on fire. Whatever the blade was made out of, it made Jeff much weaker.

"Ah... Ho-holy shit! What is this thing?!?!"

Jane got up and pointed the blade at Jeff, who scuffled up to the wall behind him.

"An alloy that contains silver. It wreaks havoc on monsters like you."

She sat in front of him, grabbing him by the head with one hand and holding the blade in the other. She forced him to look her in the eyes.

"Wanna see me do it again?" she asked mockingly.

Without another word, she plunged the blade repeatedly into Jeff's nonvital areas, making him scream in pain with each thrust. At first, Jane seemed satisfied with what she was doing, but slowly, she became more aggressive and much, much angrier.

When Jane was to the point of screaming and finishing Jeff off, she felt a hand grabbing her by the shoulder. She got pulled away from Jeff and turned around, only to be punched towards the door and drop the blade.

As she tried to get up, she was shocked to see Liu standing over her, his fists were clenched, and he bared his teeth at her.

"Liu?!?"

"You made a huge mistake, Jane! You have the gall to inconvenience me!" he sneered, but then he clutched his head in pain and spoke in his normal, upset tone. "And now you dare hurt my brother!"

He closed his eyes again and he became manic once again. He grinned and laughed as he grabbed Jane by the collar.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you up!"

With all of his might, Liu pushed Jane out of the room and into the hall. They wrestled back and forth. Liu was wild, ferocious, and did not pull any punches. All Jane could do was defend herself and avoid his blows. They knocked the furniture over, busted the wall, and injured each other.

Eventually, Jane kicked Liu back into the master bedroom, making him fall back. Liu looked to his right and saw Jane's pistol close by. Jane noticed it too. The two rushed over to the weapon, but Liu managed to get his hands on it first.

Once he got the weapon, he pointed the barrel at Jane and slowly stood up, causing Jane to stop and put her hands up.

"I told you... I'll mount your head on a wall," Liu growled.

"Out of my way, Liu!" Jane demanded. "Jeff is mine!"

"I'm not Liu! I am Sully!" he said, frustrated.

At first, Jane paused in confusion. But after a moment, she nodded understandingly.

"Hmm. I see... Well, does Liu know that by saving Jeff, you will help him destroy everything he's ever known?"

"Liu...? You..." he began, his voice shifting quickly. "You hurt...my brother... He cares about me... You...used me! S-Sully told me so! He protects me... He made me strong. Everyone is afraid of me! Nobody loves me!"

Liu grew more and more distressed. He lowered the gun as he clutched his head. Without wasting any more time, Jane grabbed the pistol and pushed Liu to the other side of the room, unintentionally sending him to the open window. Liu tripped out the window, but he held onto the windowsill, preventing his fall.

At first, Jane thought about saving Liu, but she noticed another cause for concern: Jeff was now standing up, full of bloody holes, looking barely alive. Even with that grin carved into his cheeks, Jane could tell he was absolutely furious.

With a shaky breath, Jeff reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out the knife he so impatiently wanted to use.

Jeff screamed and lunged at Jane, giving her no time to fire the pistol. As they wrestled, they ended up leaving the room once again. Jeff managed to cut Jane on a few parts of her body while she repeatedly tried to push him off far enough to aim the gun at him. To no avail. Jeff's unrelenting strikes prevented her from fighting back.

Finally, the two got to the top of the stairs. Jeff gave her one more punch to the nose, letting out a loud crack. Before Jane stumbled, she finally pointed the barrel toward Jeff, and as she fell, she finally pulled the trigger.

Everything happened so fast. Jeff was hit in the right side of his ribs. The bullet went straight through his body, making him recoil and fall again. Jane fell down the stairs, and when she crashed on the final step, she felt her shin break like a twig, causing her to let out a brief scream of pain.

After lying on the floor for a minute, Jeff weakly got up and tried his best to get back on his feet. His legs shook as he stood up and put a hand on the wall to keep himself upright. Once he caught his breath, he stood straight and looked at the bottom of the stairs, staring at a disheveled and badly injured Jane from above.

Upon seeing her broken leg, Jeff smirked and was ready to descend the stairs to finish her off. But Jane reacted quickly, pointing the pistol at Jeff and causing him to stop dead in his tracks. Caught by surprise, Jeff walked back up before Jane could fire. Once Jeff was out of sight, Jane let out an angry, frustrated yell.

Since the only easy way out of the house was too dangerous, he decided to escape through one of the windows. He got into the master bedroom one last time, and when he got over to the window, he looked down to see Liu holding onto the ledge for dear life. Liu looked up to see his brother lording over him. Jeff didn't seem concerned, but a bit... conflicted.

"Jeff! Please, pull me up! I'm slipping!" he begged. Jeff did not say anything. He fell silent for a moment, thinking. Liu yelled again to be pulled the hell up, but what he got instead was the last thing he wanted to hear.

"Sorry, Liu. But this is where we part ways."

"W-What?!"

"Unfortunately, I can't afford to have you around anymore. You and your little friend in your head are too much of a liability. Plus, I have my own goals to accomplish. And what will happen soon is gonna be... Well, let's just say that I hope you won't be around to see it happen. Goodbye, brother."

And with that said, Jeff quickly left the room to look for another window. As Jeff left the house, Liu kept screaming at him to come back.

"Jeff!!! Jeff, where the hell are you going?!?! Jeff!!"

When Liu was sure that his brother was gone, his hands finally slipped. His scream of fear and betrayal was cut short when he fell onto a large bush. The fall may have been softened, but it was not without injuries. He just lay there, silent but conscious. Letting the pain become more tolerable.

Eventually, he turned over and fell flat on his stomach. At first, he cried out of emotional and physical pain. As he spoke, his voice turned monstrous once again.

"Why...? Why does everyone leave? Dr. Nelson failed me... Susan failed me..... YOU failed me!"

With a sharp inhale, Sully got up, taking in all the pain. Eventually, he managed to stand but put a hand on his back.

"I'll kill...I'll kill them both! And this time...I won't let you hold me back again!"

He took a deep breath and limped away from the yard. Breathing heavily from the pain, the cold... and the newfound hatred in his heart.

...

With every move she made, Jane could not help but wince. With all the cuts and her broken nose and leg, all she could do was lie there, taking quick breaths.

Once able to move again, she reached into her bag and pulled up what appeared to be a small radio. She pressed the button and spoke clearly.

"This is Richardson. I need assistance at 322 Wilshire Street. The target escaped, and...my leg is busted."

"10-4."

Jane put the radio down and waited impatiently for help to arrive. The pain was almost unbearable, and the frustration was taking a toll on her. After fifteen minutes, she heard a car pull up to the front of the house and heard multiple doors practically opening up in unison. A handful of people got inside the house and quickly found Jane at the bottom of the stairs. Two of those people stayed behind while the others carried Jane to a large vehicle.

She was carried to the back of the vehicle and was carefully placed on a gurney. Once inside, Jane looked over to the right and saw a blonde woman in a suit sitting next to her. She looked shocked and worried to see Jane like this.

"Hey, Mary," Jane greeted.

"Jesus, Jane..." Mary exclaimed quietly. "What happened to you?"

"I found Jeff... but he wasn't alone. Liu was there too," Jane explained as the men patched her up.

"Liu? As in... his brother?"

"Yep... That loon must've followed us! And I was THIS close to winning!"

"Oh, God... This is worse than I thought."

"Don't worry, luv. Once I heal up, I'm gonna make him--"

Mary raised her finger and brought it closer to Jane's face.

"Jane... I think it's time to talk," Mary said in a deadly serious tone. "The only reason I supported you through all of this was that I thought you could handle it. But seeing you like this, knowing that you almost died because you wanted revenge? ...I think it's time for you to stop looking for him."

"Excuse me?" Jane asked with her eyes widened.

"You heard what I said," Mary affirmed. "It will not end well if you go on like this. You have to stop."

"And let him get away with what he's done? Not a chance!"

"Jane, look at yourself, it's not healthy!" she exclaimed. "I understand why you're doing this... But it's not worth it to risk your life! What if you died tonight? Whose fault would that be? Mine! Because I didn't stop you."

Jane's gaze fell to the floor, silently absorbing Mary's words. She knew that Mary was great at hiding her tears. She tried to express how she felt about it, but the words wouldn't come.

"And with you gone... I wouldn't know what to do," Mary continued. "Do you really want this?"

"No," Jane said quickly, not fully sure of her answer.

"Then, please... Promise me you'll stop searching for him. There are many other creatures to investigate. You don't have to do it alone anymore either."

"M-Mary, I..."

"Promise me, Jane..."

The two women sat in silence. Jane could tell that Mary was on the verge of tearing up, but if she wanted to stop seeing her like this, she had to answer.

A part of her wanted to say no. She always said that she would never forgive herself if she let Jeff go unpunished, but the other part wanted to say yes for Mary's sake. Her gaze traced over from Mary's eyes to her own wounds. Finally, upon understanding what she had done to herself, she let out a deep sigh of defeat.

"Alright. I promise. But mark my words... If I get another chance to kill him, I won't hesitate to take it."

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