A/N: Hello, welcome to my first write. I am the Creepy Pasta Author, therefore I write for Creepy Pasta, etc. And most/all horror things like Silent Hill, or something like that. I appreciate reviews/likes/follows, and I am a fan of Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, that kind of thing. Since this is my first story, try not to grill me that badly.

Disclaimer: I do not own Creepy Pasta, Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, or anything involved in Creepy Pasta. I only own my OCs, which of few there will be.

Second A/N: No, I will not say that I am that good at writing. I am mere and average at it. I re-edit all my chapters at least 3 or more times, because I hate typos and I am a grammar geek. What is this place without proper writing? Now, it's impossible to say how long this story is going to get, it will possibly be based on how well the story itself turns out. I've been a fan of Fanfiction for a very long time, but decided to make an account now. Well, it may or may not be a long trip, but I hope you enjoy the journey!

Eradication:

1

Across the Street

November 7th, 2004

Staring down at the body, I could feel vivid fear. I could feel the knife in my hand, the blood trickling down the helm. Briefly touching my finger, leaving a smear of human life across me. Images passed over my head – burning my eyelids off previously. Cutting a permanent smile in my face. Even though that was hours ago, I could still feel the jagged flesh across the sides of my cheeks, my face. Leaving a horrible scar on my already-defected face.

She was laying there on the table, glaring at me. The gag I had positioned over her mouth trembled as she attempted speech. I could only stare at her in alarm, but confidence. The feeling of determination set over me. I could do this. Easily.

"I can make you beautiful," I cooed. "Just like them." Beckoning towards the other bodies with the butt on my kitchen knife, I mentioned their faces that also had smiles etched in the skin. Except they had something I didn't – gaping holes in their chests. Immediate death to that, but a long, painful curving of a blade tearing through their ribcage and flesh. To me, it was a moment of sheer joy, but despite their screeches of horror and pleading for me to stop and think, I carved anyway. It was fun. I really liked it.

Now, she was the last one.

The female from across the street. What was her name? Jane? Yes, Jane Arkensaw. It was time for the Arkensaw heredity to end.

I could faintly remember this girl if I tried hard enough. 14-15 years of age, maybe a few birthdays older than me. Although her height was hard to detect through a simple eye investigation, I knew she was shorter than 5 foot 6, and that was what I was. She never bothered mentioning or talking to me at school. I didn't need her anyway.

All I needed was her lifeblood urging me to straggle on. Tell me to keep going from here, because I had just murdered her family, my family… and the neighbors. Randy and his goons were dead… and I was just an innocent 13-year-old boy, with a lust for death.

Holding the blade, despite its shakiness, I glared down at the gagged girl beneath me, her eyes tearing up. Whatever force it took for me to harm every one of those people was a strong one. A fierce devotion so strong that not even the bonds of gravity could escape it, neither light, nor even existence within itself.

Jane writhed, her eyes glazed in terror. "N-no!" she protested. "Let me alone! Go fuck yourself!"

I laughed and pressed the tip of the blade against her jaw-line, pinching the holster as I went. "But don't you want to be beautiful, too?" I demanded, giving her skin a quick cut, letting forth more human life source. She growled and squirmed beneath me, and tears streaked down her face.

"I don't want to be beautiful! I like the way I am!"

Hysterically laughing, maniacal almost, I growled, "Good answer. But trust me, everyone is worried when they get a make-over."

More tears.

Glaring at her, I spat, "Don't cry." I wiped one tear off with the heel of the kitchen knife, letting it sit there for a moment, before it sidled with the blood. "It'll be over soon." I put the knife down on the counter behind me and disappeared into the basement. A moment later, I returned with a lighter and gasoline. I set down the lighter then used both hands to further balance the gas container. Tipping it over, I let all the gasoline splash against her, absorbing into her beautiful dress and tear-streaked face.

Afterwards, I snatched the lighter and lit it with a "click". Her gaze, once ridden with anger and fear, turned to insane terror. She kicked and screamed, but her gag was just muffling her fearful screeches. I approached her, and dangled the lighter above her, flames extending down towards her gasoline-covered body.

"It'll be quick." I leaned down towards her, my defected face a mere inches from her own. My eyes, maniacal and crazed, gazed down at her much smaller form. I murmured in her ear, "Promise."

Jane just glared at me, then growled something ineligible under her gag.

I smiled. "Aw, I knew you'd agree with me," I pressed, retreating from being so near her sprawled, soaked frame. "I just thought you'd like a – oops!"

At that moment, I had pretended to let the lighter slip from between my fingers. Horror and terror must have consumed her for a split second before the flames connected with her body. Immediately, horrified screams filled the room, and as she wilted and nearly died underneath me, all I could do was laugh.

Gone from existence. Dead. Murdered. Eradicated.

Abandoned Town

February 11th, 2005

He was out of breath.

The murderer knew she was hot on his trail, ready to drive her own deadly knife into his chest. However, there was one flaw – he was not ready to die.

The silence of the upcoming town welcomed him, and at home he wanted to be. The only thing he wanted right now was a place to sit down and recollect his thoughts. But the chances of even slowing down were slim, and survival was key. If he was to survive, like an animal in the wild, using instincts, then he would have to use those senses to his advantage.

But he was no lion, with an adept sense of smell. He was no zebra, who could detect danger. This was manslaughter, and boy, did he hate it. This thing had been on his trail for the past week now, giving up no hope.

Jeff the Killer, the hunter, was being hunted.

As soon as he embraced the jagged stone buildings, it felt welcoming, but he knew lies were bestowed upon the cattle ranch to the left, the bank ahead of him, the endless aisles of town and street around him, and the forest to the right of him. This whole place was like one living lie. This was an area where infection had taken place, particularly the plague, by rats. Evacuation had taken hold.

But now, no one was left.

Sure, bodies were occasionally littered along the sidewalks and newspapers and colorful bags were clumped around the entrances to doors. But it seemed as though all previous encounters of life had been wiped from existence. Sickness had taken its hold, for sure. It had left no one standing. They were either all dead or relocated elsewhere. But somehow, Jeff the Killer winded up in the middle of it all.

He knew he would not get the plague, so he continued on his way. The rats that swarmed in the sewers below his feet were of no harm to him. So long as he continued on this route, he would be fine. Just keep your mind to one goal, and you can do it.

Or so that was what he was telling himself. The sneakers of black and white were cut and the soles were worn down from consistence flights. But what choice did he have? There was no way he was going to stop, just to get stabbed in the middle of his eye-open sleep. No way would he get pierced in the head when stopping for a rest. No way was he even going to die at all. He would survive, and he needed to. He had killing he had to do. He had to get back to his mentor.

Whatever was hunting him, she was adept and fast. He had never encountered her previously, she had risen from the mist and was trying to kill him. No, Jeff had not seen her face, or any of her features, but he'd already picked up signs of her presence and knew running was the only answer to his problems. So that was just what he did, he ran for as long as wide as he could go, pausing for only brief moments to gather his strength, and then to wade on again.

The shores by the cattle farms were free of any boats, but the rotting scent of decayed fish was overwhelming. Despite his sheer disgust at this entire town, he knew that perhaps his opponent could pick up a rat and maybe even get sick and die.

That was all he could hope for. As long as he collected these thoughts, Jeff tried desperately to remind himself that he was the "Killer" not Jeff the "Killed." When the time came to, he would have to confront his enemy. But after all the running through the street he had just done, Jeff was sure that he had lost his opponent.

Skirting to a stop, Jeff the Killer observed his surroundings – half of the buildings on this street were burned down, and the ones left standing were flooded with either holes, broken windows, or water. An occasional rat skippered past him, and the urge to kill it was overwhelming, but he tapered down with his sudden impulses to maim and just simply walked past it.

A rat flared the ruff of fur around its neck and hissed, arching its tail in a threatening posture, but when noticing Jeff the Killer meant it no harm, it just flattened its fur and strolled off. The murderer glared at it before he sauntered off to go as well.

The evening air started to dwindle to the night, leaving heavy shadows across the landscape. Jeff the Killer paused at a warehouse to study the contents of its insides. Fishing supplies, little food, little water. Hardly anything that would benefit his existence. Pausing too long at this abandoned town meant death. But his previous pursuer was a little while behind him now, and at least he had time to just stop and rest. That was all he could ask for. Just even a little bit of time.

As the moon starting to make its climb over the peaks, Jeff scoured the town from building to building. No survivors, some bits and pieces of money, rats, bread crumbs, food, debris, crumpled building bricks, weeds, downed power outposts, water flooding, blood, vomit, medicine, over-the-counter remedies, painkillers… Sure, besides what the town had previously in stock that was all this place could offer. Little shelter meant it would be easier for his hunter to find him. As long as he could find maybe a shadowed place, he could just keep watch. Or maybe confuse her. Make a trail and then circle back, risky but effective. At this point, he was willing to try anything in order for his survival. But now, he just needed some rest.

Broken T.V.s scattered all over the electronics stores made soft hissing and buzzing noises, and Jeff the Killer studied it. There was not a single television that wasn't broken, as if someone had run in there with a bat and busted all the glass out. Approaching it warily, he found the surface of the building covered in a slime.

Withdrawing his eyes that he could not even close, the "Killer" stepped back, disgusted. Whatever that stuff was smelt like poison and death. As if someone that was infected just threw his guts up over this place. Although his face betrayed a smile, he sure felt like frowning, which he was still capable of doing despite the jagged flesh that curled his facial expression up.

The sewers down below were just as bad. He dipped the very edge of his blade into the water and observed it closely, before snorting and flicking it off. Green mush was what he had penetrated with the blade. It dribbled off in heavy clumps, and Jeff the Killer curled his lip. This place was full of sickness. There was no chance that he was going to even think about diving into the sewage. That was probably where the infection had spread the most. It was disgusting just to think about.

That was when he heard it. The soft cry of a child that wanted help. Looking up, Jeff was sure he saw a lithe shape getting crushed beneath a pillar of wood. Her face, pale as a cloud, but not as pale as his own, was streaked it sweat. She was attempting to get out of her imprisonment, but to no prevail. Her brown hair was curled behind her ears, and when she saw Jeff, her face was once joyful that she could be helped, then her expression faded as she noticed his demented face, defected and bruised and scarred and ugly. She saw the bloodied knife and her lip quivered.

"Uh, sir?" she asked in a shaky voice. "C-can you help me? I-I am stuck. My family left with the others. I think they survived. I really hope they did…"

Jeff the Killer would have blinked if he could. Did she not see his knife? She sure looked like she did! With her face cringing in terror, you would have thought a little girl like that would have started bellowing her head off. But she didn't. Although she shook massively, she just sat there and stared, eyes narrowed a bit. Jeff wrapped a firmer grip around the handle of his kitchen knife and peered at the little girl's form.

As he approached, Jeff murmured, "Of course I'll help you, sweetie. It's the least I can do for you, isn't it?"

The girl seemed less certain since his smooth voice. She shifted uncomfortably beneath the wood trapping her. Her brown eyes were wide with a new terror. Perhaps she should not have said anything to the man, or else he might have just left her alone. "Um, yes sir. I really hope I can find my family again."

Jeff the Killer pressed his blade against her neck. "I didn't mean I'd set you free to go find your family. I meant I can help you by ending your misery. Set free your head from your shoulders. I hope you enjoyed what little life you could get." Laughing, the "Killer" turned his knife so it was facing vertically towards her chin, the very tip of the blade entering her skin and pressed against her temporomandibular bone.

The little girl gasped and writhed beneath Jeff, but it was far too late. In one moment's instant, a little gap was inserted in her neck and a thick stream of blood poured out. He then pressed the blade against the membrane connecting her jaw and gave her a smile that he was sure looked very "beautiful". So serene and subline and gorgeous.

As he grabbed her by her bleeding neck, Jeff hissed, "Hope I helped." With that final statement, he gave her neck a wrench and she gave one last breath and died. It was over fast. The "Killer" wondered if there was anyone else in these aisles that were trapped and left to die. He could "help" all of them, but to him it was just fun. He didn't bother nor care for their suffering fate, and the way they all squirmed beneath his knife as he shoved the very heel of it into their soft fleshy necks.

Turning away from the wreck, Jeff studied a building obscured by clouds. As he took a step forward to go towards it, he noticed the crackling of a branch behind him. He stopped and turned to look, before a figure jumped from the trees.

Ducking beneath a blade that swiped the air, Jeff landed with a collapsing thump against the dirt. Suddenly, he could see a small figure there, right behind his attacker. It grabbed the pursuer by the throat and starting punching it. Jeff stared in alarm, body rigid to make himself less noticeable as the fight occurred. Then, the attacker of Jeff's attacker murdered the other. As the second pursuer looked up, Jeff let out a sigh of relief and confusion.

"Kate?" he asked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

The Proxy did not reply, then snatched the knife from the first attacker. Kate was one of Slenderman's proxies. When she was on a mission she was called "Kate the Chaser" but Jeff called her Kate anyway. His mentor often sent Kate on missions from the Creepy Pasta Mansion, along with Hoodie and Masky, but never before had Jeff's own adventures been disturbed by one.

"Hello?" he asked, waving his knife around. "Are you going to answer me or not?"

Kate shrugged, then placed her now-collected knife into her hoodie's pocket. "Master sent me," she growled, crossing her arms. "Said you needed a little assistance."

Jeff the Killer stared. "From you?" he spat. "I think my mentor's a little mistaken; I don't need any help."

Again, the Proxy shrugged. "You were being followed. Are still being followed. This piece or crap here isn't even the last one. The real attacker is still on your trail. This was one of the crazed people left behind from infection. Saw you and got violent." Her growl-like tone shimmered as she continued, "Master doesn't even know who the real pursuer even is."

Using his free hand, Jeff rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, you can go home now. Even if I was about to be stabbed I think I could have gotten out of this one, thanks." He flipped the knife and touched it with a slender finger.

Kate growled. "I can't just go back, Jeff. Master doesn't allow that. My mission needs to be completed first. Do understand, don't you? Don't give up an offer of help."

Fighting the urge to hiss, "I would accept help from anyone else" he said instead "Fine, but don't waste my time, you got it?"

Kate immediately bounded ahead.

Saying nothing to the Proxy, Jeff the Killer decided to play around with his knife instead, and as soon as he saw Kate pelting off in one direction, Jeff spat, "Not that way. I was checking out this building just ahead of us."

Kate stopped walking in that direction and growled, "Why over there? That place looks hella stupid."

Jeff ignored her comment and his fingers twitched with low patience. "Because I said so. Listen, just because your Master sent you on this mission doesn't mean that I have to listen to you. We go where I want to go, understand? Now if you're so excited, go over there and check the place out."

The Proxy sighed then detached from the clearing. She entered the building and disappeared inside of it. The building that Jeff had indicated was still covered by a thin layer of fog, but that bothered him none. He was also sure that it did not bother the concentrated Proxy, either. Ever since becoming a pet of Slenderman, nothing really bothered them. Not darkness, knives, threats, police… You name it.

As soon as Jeff crept into the building, Kate said, "Jeff? I think you'd better check this out."

Ending A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. No, this story will not have long chapters, but I'll do what I can to make sure they stay interesting. Stay tuned for later in the story, and I hope you stay the whole way.

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