Disclaimer: I do not own Jane Arkensaw/Jane the Killer. She belongs to her respective creator: Goldc01n. I do, however, own my characters in this story, but mainly one particular character: Amund Williams.

Excerpt from a local newspaper:

UNEXPLAINED PHENOMENA STRIKES NEIGHBORHOOD. OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER COULD BE POSSIBLITY STILL AT LARGE.

It was after a few weeks after the unknown incident at one particular house that was in the neighborhood. The police officers that were involve with a case that had a family residing in the area.

One officer was looking at the 'Williams File,' which he had interviewed with the only child of the family himself, along with a few neighbors, who were close friends with the mother. He glanced at the photographs of the family before and.. after. He stared at the photographs of the house itself and then the father, or what was left of him...

Who could have done this? And why did they do it? Those were the only questions on everyone's mind as they had remained to be unanswered...

The alarm clock buzzed a few times as a hand emerged from the covers and turned the knob on top of the alarm clock to switch it off. There was movement underneath as a faint groan was heard, causing a young, teenage boy to awaken.

"Honey? Are you awake?" A woman's voice called out from downstairs.

"Yeah," the teenager answered as he yawned a bit. "I'll be down in a few minutes," he said as he was shaking off the leftover slumber from him.

His name was Amund Williams, and he was fifteen years old. He had dark circles underneath his cloud gray eyes, as if he had never had a descent sleep most of his life, which he couldn't remember what could had made it that way, while his dark hair was a tad messy from waking up, which he usually groomed it after a shower.

He was a bit paler than regular people as doctors thought it was lack of Vitamin B12 in his symptom, but from his examination, he was perfectly healthy. When he came out of the shower, he had a few bruises on his back, which he usually gave doctor's excuses to his coach whenever he had Gym, causing him to slip on his dark clothes so no one would question about his lifestyle at home.

As he came down the stairs, he sat at the table as he began eating his breakfast while looking through the newspaper. He listened to his mother's soft humming, trying to put his mind at ease after last night's episode. He drank his orange juice as he folded the paper carefully finished his breakfast, causing him to stand up and place the plate and glass in the sink.

"I'm going to school," Amund said softly as he softly hugged his mother.

"Promise me you stay out of trouble?" His mother asked him softly as she hugged him back.

"I've never broken it so far," Amund answered, smiling at her with gentleness. He kissed her on the forehead as he held her hand. "I won't let any of the bullies get to me. And I'll make sure to have a staff member alerted," he told her.

"That's my boy," his mother said as she hugged him, causing him to hug her back.

"I love you mom. I'll see you in the afternoon," Amund said as he grabbed his backpack and began walking out of the house.

His mother walked after him and leaned against the doorframe as she smiled at him. "I love you too, sweetie," she said as she watched him wave at her, causing her to wave back. She glanced at the sky after he walked down the sidewalk, she noticed that the sky was changing from clear to cloudy, as she quietly walked inside the house and closed the door.

While Amund headed for school, he had always been curious on why the weather would change from actually clear sky to such a dreary one. It was like it was reflecting the way he was feeling. He sometimes wished that the weather people would get it right once in a while, but knew that was a slim chance of them getting something right from their latest technologies and such since those things usually glitch a times.

When he arrived at school, he would hear...voices. But it wasn't like regular voices as if spoken to, but echoing ones. He had experience that a lot, causing him to hear the truth towards others, but particularly, about him. He would usually hear them calling him 'Freak,' 'Emo' or whatever, which he would usually ignore since he had been called worse.

While entering the classroom, Amund sat in the back of the classroom, next to the window, which he usually stared outside for an amount of period of time. Whenever the teacher was doing some kind of equation or discussion, he would immediately answer, which made the teachers know that he was paying attention. He was much of a loner, since he didn't like to socialize with people, which made him the perfect target for the jocks on the football team.

There was one other person that usually stood up for him whenever he was picked on. She was a transfer that left her hometown, from what he had gathered, had a gruesome incident with one family being murdered. He never caught her name, nor didn't really cared since he didn't want her getting into serious problems with the students if he even did talk with her.

When lunch came, he would sit in a secluded table, having his lunch quietly in peace for once. Within a classroom, he would hear multiple voices in his own head, causing him to have a hard time to ignore them at first, but whenever he was secluded from everyone, he listened to less of them. Some would taunt him by asking 'Do you hear the voices in your head,' like he going to crack any minute. He only scoffed at their attempts of breaking him, knowing deep down they were less superior over him.

"Excuse me? Is this spot taken?" A feminine voice asked.

Amund glanced up to see the new girl across from him. He shook his head and saw her sitting down across from him.

"I'm Jane. Jane Arkensaw," the girl said as she looked at him. "You must be Amund…right?" She asked, causing him to nod only once.

"I've been hearing a lot of rumors about you, and I want to let you know that I don't buy any of them one bit," she told him.

"Thank you," Amund answered calmly as he was playing with his food by using his fork slightly. "I know...you are worried about me…and the other students that get picked on at school, but you should really focus on saving the others than me," he told her.

"I know, but it doesn't really hurt to have some help every once in a while, right?" Jane asked him.

"I suppose not," Amund replied as he looked at her calmly. "Miss Arkensaw, you have to accept that there are those who don't want any help. Eventually, they will find a way to survive the harsh treatment from the world," he said to her. "But...I do thank you... for trying to assist me, but I think you should try for someone that want to be saved," he added.

Jane frowned as she looked down for a moment. 'He's like him...Just before the incident,' she thought as she looked at him again, trying to give him a faint smile. "Well, if you need someone to talk to...You can talk to me, okay?" She offered.

Amund nodded his head to her as he got up from the table. "I'll keep that in mind. Take care of yourself, Miss Arkensaw," he said as he went over to the trash bin, dumping his remaining food in as he placed it on the dish rack before heading off.

After school was over, Amund walked out of the side doors as he began heading home. He couldn't help by what Jane said in her own mind about 'him.' Could it be the person that was involved with the murders at her previous hometown? He walked down the sidewalk as he was hearing…voices. He glanced over as he looked at the people that were walking by or were doing something else.

He made a turn as he was in the alleyway, causing him to see a few familiar faces. One of them was Jane Arkensaw, who was being messed with by a group of jocks from school. The leader was the star quarterback, Zac, and with him was his closest friends: Chris and Jon.

Zac turned his attention over as he spotted Amund, causing him to smirk. "Hey, look who is here, guys? It's the freak," he said, causing his buddies to chuckle a bit. "What brings you here, freak? We were a little busy with the new girl," he told him.

"I don't think you or your friends are her type, Zac," Amund replied.

"Oh? And how would you know that?" Zac asked as he began to walk away from Jane as he was in front of Amund, causing Amund to stare at him without any sign of fear.

"Because I understand women more than you," Amund answered. "Besides, I don't have my head lodged firmly in my ass or think with my dick," he told him.

Zac glared at him as he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "You think you're better than us, you little piece of shit!?" He asked demandingly as he threw him to the picket fence, causing the others to move away from Jane to assist Zac with Amund.

Jane quickly took out her cell phone as she made a sprint to call the police and possibly the ambulance, fearing that they would kill Amund for his interference. She quickly dialed 9-1-1 as she waited until she heard the other end answering.

"9-1-1 Emergency," the woman said on the other end of the line.

"Yes, hello? I need the police and possibly an ambulance immediately," Jane replied hastily.

"Calm down, ma'am. Tell me what the emergency," the woman said calmly.

"A classmate of mine is going to be beaten up by three guys from the school that we attend to," Jane answered. "I'm afraid that they might do worse," she told her.

"Understood. Two police cars and the paramedics are on their way to your location," the woman answered. "I'll stay on the line with you until they arrive," she said.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Jane answered as she heard screams from the distant as she headed towards where Amund was at.

When she arrived, she saw Amund unconscious as the jocks looked terrified, as if they had seen something so horrifying. She knelt down to Amund as she saw the bruise on his face, knowing they had pummeled him for something had happened. She heard the sirens coming over as she stood up, waving her hand and knew it was the police and the paramedics.

Inside the hospital, Amund slowly stirred as he opened his eyes barely when he heard the faint, echoing beeping sound as he turned his head over to Jane, and with her was his mother.

"Oh honey, you're awake!" His mother said as she hugged her son lightly, not to apply any pressure on his injuries. "We were so worried that you wouldn't wake up," she told him as she looked at his face.

"Where…am I?" Amund asked tiredly.

"You're at the hospital. Your friend, Jane, called the police and they arrested the boys that attacked you," his mother answered.

As the door opened, Amund's mother turned her attention as she looked at the police officer, who nodded his head to them and looked at Amund.

"Are you going to be all right, son?" The officer asked.

"I think so…" Amund answered. "...So what happened to Zac and his friends?" He asked him.

"Well, when we took them to the station, they confessed of doing every act they've done. We've informed the principal and their coach, which they're now expelled from your school," the officer told him as he looked at his mother and Jane. "They'll be trialed and be sentenced at least ten to fifteen years or possibly life," he stated.

Amund's mother sighed in relief as she looked at her son. "I'll be back in a few minutes," she told him as she walked out with the police officer, leaving Jane to sit next to Amund.

"Thank you…for calling them," Amund said to her.

"You're welcome," Jane answered as she looked at him as she held his hand.

"...This isn't the first time you've been to a hospital, is it?" Amund asked her while looking at her with calm eyes.

Jane just shook her head as she looked down at the bedside. "There was…another boy…He was new and got hurt from a group of boys as well," she told him. "He got severely injured, but when he got out of the hospital a few weeks, possibly a month later, he...he wasn't the same again," she stated. "I just…wanted to redeem myself for what happened to him and his family," she said.

"Well…I think you've redeemed yourself," Amund replied as he faintly smiled. He felt himself feeling exhausted from the fluids as he slowly closed his eyes. "…Damn fluids," he murmured as he finally drifted off into slumber.

Jane faintly smiled as she felt so happy as she grabbed her things and left the room. She looked at Amund's mother for a moment. "He already went back to sleep again. I hope to see him at school soon," she said to her.

"Thank you, for saving him. I was so worried that he wouldn't have a friend in the world, but I'm glad he has one," Amund's mother said as she smiled kindly at her. "I've already told my husband that I am going to stay in the hospital with Amund, so he won't be alone here," she stated. "Do you need a ride to your home?" She asked her.

"That would be great," Jane answered as the two women headed to the elevator.

A week later, the Arkensaw family were killed when Amund was released from the hospital. He stared outside the car window as he knew that they would have to return home. As his mother parked the car in their driveway, Amund got out of the car as he walked with his mother up the porch stairs, causing him to unlock the door. As they entered inside, he saw the note from his father on the wall, saying that he would return late. Amund went upstairs as he began to freshen up for dinner.

In the bathroom, Amund was feeling the water hit his skin as he placed his hand on the tile wall. He was trying to figure out what could had happened to make them confess their crimes like that, as if they feared for their own life from something. He heard the echoing of screams in his mind as he opened his eyes slowly, causing him to turn off the shower.

He got out of the tub as he grabbed the towel, drying himself off as he headed to his bedroom, causing him to see a set of fresh clothes on the bed. He changed into his clothes as he lied down on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment while he was in deep thought until he heard his mother calling him. He got out of bed as he went to the window, causing him to glanced over at the wooded area as he thought...he saw someone.

'Who would be out in the woods at this hour?' He thought. As if some kind of instinct, he decided to keep his guard up in order to protect not only himself, but his mother as well, from whatever threat that would soon to come as he headed downstairs to dinner.

During the night, Amund was painting some miniature, wooden marionettes that were supposed to be used for basic models for art. He painted a black suit on the marionette calmly until he heard the slamming of the door, causing him to stop what he was doing. He heard faint yelling from downstairs, causing him to stand up as he headed towards the door, but what he didn't notice in the mirror, there were a set of red eyes glowing from his reflection.

As he came downstairs, he heard the source of the screams was coming from none other than his parents room. He grabbed the doorknob and opened it up after he heard the hard 'THUD' from the room. He entered the room as he glanced down, seeing his mother on the ground, unconscious, as he slowly turned his gaze over to his drunken father.

"What the fuck do you want, you little bastard!?" His father asked demanding tone.

"...I want you to leave," Amund answered calmly as he stared at him for a moment. He felt like something was whispering to him in the back of his mind, but he usually dismissed it.

His father just laughed at him as he went over to him, grabbing him by the collar. "How are you going to make me leave? Are you going to throw me out?" He asked him as he sneered at him, causing Amund to glare at him with hatred. "You can't do anything! This is my house, and you and your whore mother will continue living with me until I see fit!" He told him.

"You think you that you're superior over us? Beating us while we're defenseless? That only proves to us that you're the one truly weak," Amund said as he felt a backhand from him and then being thrown across the room. He only winced as he felt a hard kick in the stomach, causing him to cough up blood as he immediately shielded himself from his father's attacks.

"You're not even my son! Your mother had a fucking one-night stand before we were fucking married! You don't even look like me or share the same interests with me!" The drunken man shouted as he kicked Amund hard enough to send him back to the wall. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!" He added as he turned his attention to his fallen wife.

Suddenly, something had happened within Amund's mind. He heard the grandfather clock ringing as it was midnight, causing his gaze to see his attacker breaking a bottle of beer over the table and headed towards his direction.

As his drunken father came close enough to Amund, something made his head throbbed, causing him to immediately drop the broken bottle and clenched his head. He shut his eyes for a moment as he then opened them, causing him to witness something different. He saw himself in a place that he feared the most when he was a child. He saw himself witnessing the abuse of his father beating his mother, causing him to witness the scenario to change as he saw his mother as a corpse, crawling towards him while she bled as his father transformed into a monstrous creature.

He let out a scream as he slowly turned his attention over, seeing Amund slowly standing up as wisps of shadow was around him. "W-What are you!? Just what the hell are you!?" He asked demandingly.

Amund slowly cracked his neck as he made the shadows to wrap around the terrified, drunken man by the arms and legs and lastly the neck, causing the man to choke a bit. He slowly waved his right index finger at him while 'tsking' at him.

"You should have taken my advice," Amund said as his voice was..different. As if he had a second voice speaking with his own. "You could have lived by just leaving all together, but it would seem you decided your own fate, haven't you?" He asked him. He slowly opened his eyes as his cloud gray eyes were now glowing fiery red on the irises as the scleras were solid black, causing him to show a ghastly grinned that were showing rows of sharp teeth, as if he was revealing to be some kind of demon towards him.

"I think it's time..for you to go to Hell. Permanently," Amund said as he snapped his fingers once as he watched the shadows rip the man apart, as if he was a ragdoll as he watched the head being torn off. He watched the blood spreading on the floor as he closed his eyes for a moment as he returned to normal.

Suddenly, lightning struck the roof of the house, causing it to catch ablaze. Amund sniffed the air as he went over to his unconscious mother, picking her up as he carried her down the stairs. When they went outside, he heard the fire trucks, police cars and ambulances coming to their direction, as if someone had called immediately before it got worse.

Amund staggered on the grass as he collapsed, holding his mother close to him as the vehicles arrived, causing the paramedics to help him and his mother to the back of the vehicles while they placed a blanket over Amund's shoulders while helping his mother to a trolley. He watched the fire fighters putting out the fire as he looked over, seeing the same police officer that was with him at the hospital a few days ago.

"You and your mother are going to be taken to the hospital to be treated. I want to get a report on what happened exactly," the police officer said.

"..Can I go inside the house for a minute?" Amund asked him calmly. "I know...they just put it out and there could be a few risks and all, but there's a photo album in the living room," he said. "My mother would be a bit devastated if she didn't have that with us," he added.

The officer nodded his head as he escorted him into the burnt house, causing them to carefully go up the front stairs. Being cautious of how the building was, he stopped when he saw Amund going to the living room, where the photo album was on the small table, causing Amund to pick it up. As they left the building, he helped Amund over to the ambulance where his mother was in, causing Amund to sit in the back with her.

Amund slowly glanced over at the woods, as if some unknown force had finally aided them from their years of tortured. When the back of the ambulance was closed, the sound of pounding from of the officer was heard as he felt the vehicle moving. He slowly smiled as he closed his eyes, feeling something that they did not have in a long time.

They were finally free…

The nightmare was finally over… However, they were no mere dreams …They were real…

Now I am…that Nightmare…

I am…. Fear….

So fear in thee…