A/N

'Sup, everyone! This is my first fanfiction about 'you know who', so please tell me if you have any questions or comments. I've had this idea for a while now, and he would not leave me alone until I wrote this. I AM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS! He is my favorite creepypasta and killer! When I first read his story and saw his picture, I had trouble sleeping for weeks. He used to scare me so much. But now, he just makes me smile :)

Also, I was wondering if there is anyone experienced in writing horror stories that could give me some advice. My brain is not hardwired to write horror and it never feels like any of my 'horror' stories ever fit the genre. PLEASE PM me is you have any advice that you would be willing to share.

Lastly, I may rewrite this story later on. Stories that I have written always tend to annoy me after leaving them alone for long periods of time because I begin to notice everything wrong with them.

Thanks and enjoy the story!

Warning:

This story contains gore and frightening depictions. I did not write this for the faint of heart or mind. If blood or the ripping and/or slicing of flesh disturbs you, do not read this story. Also, there is the mention of drugs and other crimes. If any of this disturbs you as well, I also believe that you should not read this story. You have been warned.

Vendetta - Part 1

I remember hearing the guards bragging. Finally, they had done the impossible: they caught him. Of course, no one had ever caught him before. He always eluded capture like a shadow on a moonless night; a darkness that whenever you reached out to grasp him, he slipped right through your fingers only to disappear without a trace. Clever, he always created a plan to outwit his enemies. No soul, for this reason, has ever crossed his path and left in one piece. The police would find new victims almost every day. Sometimes they would find one, while other times they would find many – almost in the hundreds.

Chuckling at their victory, one guard assured that the murderer would surely meet the death penalty after committing so many capitol offenses. In fact, the man stated that the only reason he was being moved here to the C.A. Holiday transfer unit was so that they could continue reviewing his file before sending him straight to death row. They had finally beaten him.

The guards stood in front of what would be his cell, located across the hall and two cells to the left of mine. Though, I was not there for murder like he was. Burglary acted as my noose. No more than a month ago, I was caught in the act of stealing a white 1976 Mustang in Dallas, Texas. I should have known that I was lucky after getting away Scott-free when I robbed that small corner store, and… never mind. Anyways, it did not take them long to send me to county, find me guilty in court, and now keep me here while await transfer. The guy in the cell next to mine wound up here for smuggling drugs, and the man on the other side is here for aggravated assault. All of us lost to our own demons.

My wife left me after I began doing drugs myself, taking our son with her. Never loved her much, anyways. I do not miss her, and she does not care if I roll over dead. Oh, what a joyous life that I live.

Still standing in front of the temporarily empty cell, the guards shared their legends of this crazed killer. One guard, who previously assured the others that the psycho would be put to death, stated that the killer allegedly slaughtered thirty people in less than twelve minutes. Another claimed that he murdered his entire family in the dead of night – his mother, father, and only younger brother. Last to share his story, a third guard mentioned that the murderer mutilates his victims so that they look like him. The sick thought made me shiver.

I heard rumors of this psycho before. Three years ago, a story on the news told of a serial killer on the loose in my hometown, claiming that he murdered six people within two months. Since I was about to go assist some buddies of mine rob this small joint and drive the getaway van, I never found out whom he killed. The killer vanished after that, not murdering anyone for a long while. Then, a few months later, he returned with a body count of 56 people within the time span of two weeks. Now, he has amassed a count of over 2,897 deaths, with an estimated 500 unknown victims. There is more blood on his hands than any other single man or woman has ever spilled.

A loud buzz paralyzed every living soul in the compound as the iron bar doors slid open. However, a much worse noise followed; a noise that would forever be the root of all my fear: laughter. Insane, maniacal laughter pierced every ear, filling every mind. The unnerving sound echoed in every corner, continuing until it abruptly cut off with a loud thud – most likely a guard knocking the wind out of him…

He had arrived.

Inmates slinked back into the recesses of their cells. Believe me, I wanted to hide. I was afraid. No matter how I acted before, I definitely showed how I really felt as fear plastered my face. Unfortunately, curiosity also had a grip on me.

Not a thought remained in my mind as I drifted towards the front of my cell. Though, I instantly regretted my actions as I gazed through the steel bars and right at him… and he stared right back.

He was haunting. Permanently scarring my brain, his face made me question my own sanity. Was I really seeing this? It could not be real! Parents tell their children that monsters like these are just their imagination, or a sick fantasy! But no, this was no illusion. A monster stood no more than 35 feet away from me.

That thing's – his eyes bore straight into mine, chilling me to the core. Dark rings of charred flesh circled them, while the eyes themselves – open much too far – held irises that paled after not closing for years. Ghostly white, his seared skin contrasted against his jet-black hair and matched the straight jacket that wore. His pallid skin was not his trademark, though. That right belonged to that… that sick smile. Grinning like a maniac, his smile was not only large, but also etched into his face. The corners of his mouth were sliced all the way up to his temples, while streams of crimson blood dripped out of the gashes. H-His… his face… oh gosh… that- that face…

"Hello, new neighbor," he giggled. "I'm Jeff. What's your name?"