A/N: Been on my mind since wow long, very long! I can't stay somewhere bored because… crap like this happens.
Special Agent Jeffrey Woods
Jeffrey or as known as the infamous Jeff "The Killer" was taking his right hand and pealing some of his skin from his left one. He then licked his "delicious" blood that was leaking from his pale skin. Can you blame him? Ever since he has been arrested (yes believe it or not, he has been captured by the authorities) he has been bored as hell. He has been sitting in a white room for two weeks now (since they found out Jeff can't share a cell with another cell mate) with nothing but a small bed with white sheets and a fluffy white pillow. He didn't know what exact prison he was in and didn't care. He just wanted to get the frigging hell out of there.
He still angry. Very angry. How did he let this happened? Why? Man, where was his dear "friends" to help him? Save him? He had no choice but to give in. And it wasn't very easy. He fought back with all his mighty strength a twenty two year old could have; it was his natural instinct, any ones. The fact that everyone is celebrating Jeff's arrest and that there won't be any more gruesome murders bothers him immensely. It makes his blood boles. He promised himself that he won't remember the dreadful event of the past month and that his friends will come up with something. But, he couldn't help to close his eyes and remember…
A Month Ago… Topeka, Kansas
It was dark outside and Jeff was ready for the game. He was hiding in the nearest tree. He looked at his blue and green waterproof watch he stole from his last three murders. Everything is better when it's free. He looked at it and read that it said 03:34am. Good, good. Perfect time to strike. Luckily the house was small and the soon to be victim always left a crack in the window. Big mistake. Well for the victim, not Jeff. Unlike the person, Jeff needs to satisfy his lustful desire to kill. With his lucky kitchen knife, he began to climb on the window…
After that he didn't remember what had happened clearly. He has entered the seventeen year old room, quietly tip toeing to her side of the bed she was sleeping then BAM. Apparently she had a friend sleep over and was using the bathroom. She immediately saw him and hid. How could he have been so stupid? Careless? This rookie mistake has caused him his killing career. She took the computer desk's small lamp and hits him in the head. It made Jeff a little dizzy but it was enough for her to give him a hard blow on his face. The other teen stood up from her bed and turned the lights on. Once she saw a bloody Jeff she let out a high pitched scream. "DADDY!" For the first time ever, Jeff has finally met his match that'll put him in his place. And not a pleasant one.
Jeff ignored the annoying teenager and focused on the one who smashed the lamp on his head. This time he won't be a mother father gentleman. He is going to hit her with all he got. But the chick in front of him didn't look nervous, she putted the best poker face she has, he bets.
"Just who the hell do you think you agh!?" Jeff couldn't finish the sentence. The bitch gave him another hard blow, this time with her leg. He thought this girl knows some sort of martial art because that gave him a painful sting; and it hurted a lot. He knew that was going to leave a big ass ugly bruise on his cheek. Jeff didn't have time to react fully to the pain on his cheek and the girl grabbed him by his arm and twisted it. Jeff yelled loudly from the pain, he was sure it woke at least half of the neighborhood. Jeff saw other girl reach for something under her bed but Jeff was distracted from the pain of his left cheek and right arm. He knew she broken it or at least sprained it. 'Yeah, she sprained it', he thought as he tried to move it.
He let out a beastly growl. He was beyond furious. He has been taken down and worse: by a female. Then the last straw. He finally found out what the other teenager took out from under her bed. A taser gun. Never had Jeff has shown fear, but the guy has suffered enough for a night. He tried to plead.
"P-please… don't…" he gave his best puppy face. All thought it's kind of hard to buy with that nasty bloody uncured dripping saliva scar and eye lidless black pupils.
"Please what?" the girl gave him a smirk. Oh, how he yearns to draw a scar with his knife on that pretty face…
"Karline, have no mercy! He's Jeff the killer!" the other chick snatched the taser gun from the girl named Karline and…
"Gahhahahahahahahahhaha!" Jeff was trembling from the everlasting pain on his body. I don't think he's going to last long, guys. He felt he was going to faint any second. Finally, the girl stopped once a muscular man carrying a gun and a blonde woman opened the door.
"Get up, you sick bastard." The man picked Jeff up from the floor with one hand while he was still trembling. "Big mistake, kido, big mistake." When Jeff was able to stand up straight, thought still shaking, the man gave him a punch on his face that two of his teeth were blown out of his mouth easily. Jeff slid down until he was sitting on the ground. The authorities were already on his house. He later found out he was a cop. A Caucasian version of The Rock.
He then remembers another detail. When he was being taken from the police to the car, the man stopped to tell him something. "I hope you know this is going to be the last time you are going to hurt anyone, you disgusting white trash freak." Jeff felt insulted and mad. He did a cheap move and spitted on his face. The man smirked and wiped the spit out of his face. He went and kicked Jeff on his groin. "That's for spitting a cop." When Jeff was slowly standing up, the man hit his head with his own. That made Jeff bleed a lot on his nose and gums. The man grabbed Jeff by his collar and looked straight at Jeff pearl black eyes. "Remember my name. Matthew E. Stevens. And, certainly remember this night Jeffrey. 'Cause this is a night to remember, haha. Take him away."
"Grahhhh!"was all could Jeff say.
Present Time
Jeff had tears of anger. He was angry that he was imprisoned and stripped away of his free will. He couldn't do anything. The whiteness of the room was making him insane. Driving him crazy. It was meant to do that. But, from strange luck, today was going to be a life changing day…
A/N: Should I continue? Please, tell what you think of your reviews. This story might surprise you…
Nyk