Chapter One
*Jeff POV*

The thought of stalking my prey never came into my thoughts before now. Oops sorry forgot to introduce myself: I'm Jeff. Jeff the Killer. You probably know me for my astonishing looks or incredible killing skills, or maybe my very sick-ass catchphrase: GO TO SLEEP! Well yeah...you get the point. If you haven't heard of me...why are you reading this? Any who, to sum it up I am an insane sociopath that was bullied as a kid, killed his bullies, his family, some chicks parents, and millions of innocent people. It's not weird! Not at all!

Any who, back to that amazing good looks part, most people don't believe that from my appearance (leathery white skin, black hair, a pretty smile carved into face, and burned eyelids. Not burned off just burned.) but I'm beautiful! I went back to my home town with me, myself, and I. So maybe the town will remember me.
I felt a small bit uneasy as I walked down my old street and came across a brightly colored house. Or that's how I remembered to be, this place used to be colorful, the colors were now faded and the paint was chipping. I felt bit of grimace go though me as I remembered who lived in that house. I met her when it was my second month as a killer, I was thirteen years old then. It was ten years ago, but It feels like an eternity ago. She probably doesn't live there anymore, but it's good to remember the time we shared.

It was a month after I killed my family...
Everything was going so smoothly.
I went on a rampage killing so many people and now I'm just completely exhausted. I found a house that is brightly colored in reds, blues, purples, greens, all the colors that you can name. It's like a high school artist drew a picture and a preschooler colored it with random crayons in the box.
I walked to the back of the house to see some swings, a jungle gym, and a trampoline. I shrugged it off and started to climb to the second story window then...
My f*cking foot slipped.
Great f* cking job Jeff.
I cursed at myself and there was someone peeking through the blinds. I started to panic, I was hanging for my dear life when a girl about two years younger than me opens the window and stares at me.
"Hi."
I looked at her blank face and her mouth barley move when she said that simple word, I nodded, "Sup."
She stared at me, "why are you hanging from my window?" Her voice was faint, almost a whisper, a small finger pointed at my struggling hand.
"I...uh...need a place to stay...?"
"Do you need help?"
"I'd like that..." I muttered and she reached out a hand for me to take, I took her hand and she strained to pull me through the window, when she successfully did she fell back on her ass.
A faint 'ow' came out of her mouth and I helped her up.
"Im Jeff." I said plainly as she walked over to a lamp to turn it on.
"I'm Raven" she said turning on the light. When I could finally see her she was beautiful.
She had jet black hair, sorta pale skin, a baggy pink shirt with white stitching, and calico eyes (one of her eyes were blue and one brown.) She saw my look and her eyes widened, "how can you smile that big?" Was the first question of my appearance, then,"did you spill juice on your hoodie?" And then, "if your a boy why is your hair that long?" And other childish questions. I thought it was cute sorta, I don't know why but the old Jeff thought it was cute so I jumped on the band wagon of it being cute.
I answered her questions and she smiled, her confusion was satisfied. She sat on her bed and looked at me, I looked at her. She patted a spot next to her so I could sit down. Her bed was white, with small yellow, pink, purple, and blue flowers on it. Her walls were white but with baby blue and pink polka dots. She had many stuffed animals but only one was on her bed. It was a teddy bear, but mangled and distorted. One of it's ears were about tore off and it's mouth had a blood curling smile. One of the buttons for the eyes was red and the other green, but the red was almost off. There were rips in the fabric and stuffing coming out, which was poorly stitched also.
"You can stay here if you want." She said to me as I looked up, "I have a sleeping bag in my closet so you can use that, mommy and daddy are out of town and I don't have school tomorrow."
I smiled, "thanks..."
She smiled back and looked for the sleeping bag in her closet, she found it and gave it to me, it was black with yellow stars and moon. I laid down in the floor with it and she gave me a pillow, I fell asleep quickly and she must of fell asleep too.
The next morning I woke up she wasn't there I quickly panicked and ran all through the upstairs then ran downstairs to see her watching It on TV with a bowl of cereal in her hands. She looked up at me and waved, I waved back. She chewed her food and pointed to the kitchen, "There's cereal in there if you want some," she said and continued to watch TV. I muttered thanks under my breath and went to the kitchen, I picked out a cereal called Coco Caverns with a cheesy mining guy on it, I shrugged and got me a bowl if that and watched TV with her.
The movie finished and our breakfast was finished so for the rest of the day we played outside on her playground stuff, then it was about five o'clock. We went inside and we made PB and Js for dinner then she asked me a hell of a weird question,
"How about we have a tea party."
Gosh, I should of expected this from a girl. I shook my head and said I was too old for it, she glared daggers for what felt like an eternity until I gave up and said yes. I heard her squeal and pull me to a laundry room.
"If you attend a tea party you have to be well dressed." Raven stated with an almost English accent and looked through a pile of clothes, "this is my brothers tux, you can probably fit in it." She said and ran off to probably find her something. I sighed and held the bridge of my nose. This is crazy.
I put on the stupid tux and walked out to see her in a red and navy blue dress, pearl neckless, and long red gloves. She had a pair of red ballet shoes with bows on it and smiled big. She grabbed the creepy bear and took me outside to a tree house, she climbed up and I followed.
I thought about the situation I'm in.
Thirteen years old and at a eleven year olds tea party. I mentally face palmed myself and sighed. She dragged me to a table with a tea set and I sat down. She had a tea kettle that she poured real tea in a china tea cup for me and then her. I was amazed this little knew this much.
We started to make small talk about the weather, made up economy, and environmental stuff. This tea party reminded me of Billy's birthday party when I played outlaws with the little kids until Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbass showed up.
"So how old are you?" She asked me.
"I'm thirteen."
"Oh well I'm Raven," she giggled, I laughed at her attempt of a joke.
"No really, how old are you?" I asked.
"Well I'm eleven, I'm about to turn twelve."
I was shocked she was that old and still having tea parties. So we continued and then went inside to go to bed. I knew deep down I couldn't stay. It was best to leave before I became too attached to the girl. So I wrote a letter to her,
"Dear Raven,
I'm sorry but I really have to leave, your mommy and daddy wouldn't let me stay if I did.
You've been one of my only friends and I have to say that I've had so much fun with you.
Even though I'm crazy I can always think clearly about you and make sure you won't be hurt.
Love,
Jeff T.K."
After that I kissed her forehead and left without doing anything else.
That was the day I was weak.

I snap into reality and get to thinking she's moved away and she can't possibly live here still. So I went to the neighbors house. Their front door was unlocked so I thought that this was going to be too easy. I walk through the front door and go upstairs ninja-sneak-mode style and go into a bedroom and there was a little boy sleeping. I got on top of him and he started to wake up, his eyes widened when he saw me. He was about to scream until I put my hand over his mouth.
"Sh, sh, sh...go back to sleep..." I whispered, the boys eyes started to tear up as I slit his throat and stabbed his lungs. He quickly died and I licked my knife, his blood was sweet, good thing I got to it before it was corrupted. I next went to the parents room. I slit the mothers throat and licked the knife, it was bitter, she must have been a alcoholic. The father woke up and screamed, I stabbed his head repeatedly. His blood tasted sour, must of been a drug addict or something. I can taste vodka and heroin in his blood. I went to the next house, same routine but two kids. Then another, and another, and another till I was back at the colored house. I snuck into the back window that was hers and the room was now had red walls, black bed which somebody was in it, a vanity with a broken mirror, and red shag carpet. Totally different than I remember it. I gripped the knife in my hands and sat on the girl's bed. I heard her mutter something as she stirred a little.
"I swear to fucking god Maya if your taking pics of me I will murder you..." She muttered as she reached for the lamp switch, who was Maya? Maybe a roommate of the chick? She turned on the light and the girl had dyed crimson hair, sorta pale skin...

and calico eyes.