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This is for all of you creepy pasta lovers!

He had no idea how this happened or why was he there in the first place, it was kinda weird if you think about it, weird and funny but it interrupted one of Jeff's kills and when you are called Jeff the Killer, do people really think that they can get between you and kills like nothing will happen?!

Groaning he rubbed his seemingly never closing eyes as he he sat up from his bed with a pretty big headache. He looked around the room in which he woke up, nothing special, the double on which he woke up, a wardrobe, a desk and a bathroom. On the wall behind him was a nice window which revealed a beautiful and untouched forest but he was too busy to try and remember what happened a few hours ago to admire it.

"Come on Jeff...THINK!"He shouted as he rubbed his forehead. The same night routine when he broke into someone's home, their same begging of mercy shortly followed by his trade mark phrase:

"Got...to...SLEEP!"

Then he could remember nothing as if someone knocked him out. He gave up trying to remember anything, he didn't had too much of a life to lose anyways so why not play along?It could be really funny, fro him at least.

He placed his hand in his white hoodie's pocket, brushing the handle of his big kitchen knife, a smirk spreading across his fearsome smile carved in his face.

He felt some kind of pleasure when he held it in his hands and when he was killing innocent people, he couldn't really describe what it was but it felt good and it told him to do it again, and again, and again!

He even gave it a name but due to a lack of better terms he called it The Feeling.

"Such a simple name for such a powerful feeling..."Jeff said as he stroked the blade of his knife, watching his horrible face being reflected into the blade. His face..his beautiful and perfect face-from his point of view at least-was the main tool when he was on his daily killing spree, to think that he could strike fear into someone by just turning to face him was a thought which made him feel so powerful...Oh, he was the perfect killer which everyone feared and for good reasons.

His train of thoughts was stopped when he heard a knock on the door. On instant he snapped out of his trance and pointed the knife at the door. He started to walk slowly towards the door, knife in hand thinking who might be on the other side when he opened the door.

Police?Angry townsfolk that were going to burn him alive, no, he wasn't Freddy Krueger, the spirits of those who were murdered by his hands?The spirits of his family?

He brought a shaky hand to the doorknob, securing his grip on the knife's handle and then with a swift motion he swung open the door in a split second his knife was at the throat of a scared girl dressed in very long purple robes.

"WHO ARE YOU?!"Jeff demanded as he pushed the knife against her skin making the poor girl tremble.

"I...I..I..."The girl tried to say.

"SPEAK SENSE!"Jeff demanded again.

"I..I'm your new summoner, I'm Alex and you must be Jeff, The Killer, right?"The girl said as she regained her composure. Jeff tilted his head slightly and said:

"Eh?"

"I said, I am your summoner."The gir repeated which offered 0 help to Jeff. Yea, like he knew what a summoner was, if this was under normal circumstances the blade of the knife wasn't going to stop at her skin, but he needed answers. He lowered the knife but not place it in his pocket, thinking that he might need it to make the girl talk and asked:

"Where am I?"

"The Institute of War."The girl named Alex responded on a flat tone like Jeff knew already what this was.

"And what is this place exactly, what has does it have to do with me, answer me!"Jeff demanded as he felt The Feeling appearing again, but he wasn't going to kill the girl..just yet...

"The Institute of War is a place in which champions all over Valoran come to fight over political issues in a special arena called the Summoners Rift, you are here as a champion."Alex explained. Suddenly Jeff's confusion was replaced by ecstasy. Using his thumb he tested the blade of his knife as he asked:

"As a champion..this means I will fight other champions...fights to the death?"

"Indeed."Alex replied, happy to see the excitement in his voice and to hear him giggling. She bowed her head slightly and said:

"Your first match will start in about an hour, I hope this is enough time for you to get used with your room. I will announce you when you will be summoned, good bye for now."

"Wait..what was your name again?"Jeff asked as he tucked the knife in his pocket.

"Alex."She replied cheerfully. Jeff nodded slowly and entered his room, closing the door behind him.

It was kinda weird to think just how easily did Jeff went from confusion and anger to pure excitement, brought here to fight other champions?Fights to the death in an arena?

He laughed out loud at the thought, of course, he never fought in an arena before but it was much more fun when the people tried to fight back. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was messy and a bit greasy, his white hoodie was stained with blood and his knife wasn't too sharp. He couldn't remember the last time he had a shower-except when a guy threw him in a river in a pathetic attempt to fight back-and Jeff was everything but not a stinky person, is just, with all the killing and running from the police how can a man have a proper shower?!

Sighing he removed his hoodie followed by the rest of his clothes and placed himself in the bathtub, careful no to start the shower right away because when you have a never ending set of eyes the contact with water could be a complete motherfucking disaster. For now he just stood in the hot water enjoying the warm sensation for as much as he could.

He stood there like 15 minutes before drying himself and getting dressed, trying his best to removed the blood stains from his hoodie without much of a success but it wasn't still dried. He washed his black t-shirt too letting him in his black pants and shoes, his bleached torso visible.

To be fair, Jeff was surprised to see the muscles on him, he tilted his head from let to right as he admired his muscular body caused no doubt by the fights which he had, some of them with way more powerful men then him but muscles usually pale compared to a big kitchen knife.

Speaking of knifes, he needed to sharpen his own knife and he always had a fragment of a grinding stone in his pocket for just such an occasion.

Another knock on the door made him groan as he jabbed the grinding stone in his pocket. Knife in hand he moved to the door while mumbling:

"She said ONE hour...15 minutes are NOT one hour!"

He just hated when people were lying or interrupting him and when this two mixed together, someone was going to sleep.

He swung the door open again and came face to face with a completely different girl who gasped a the sight of his horrible face. He had a habit of always exiting head first, this made sure that he was going to scare a potential target making them easier to kill. But this was a different girl so maybe he just needed to calm himself and talk like a normal and decent citizen that he wasn't.

He also took his time to admire the woman who had a hand at her mouth since she saw him, tall, pale skin, long silver hair which was almost touching the floor, nice curves which her revealing dark attire was proudly presenting, a mini skirt which he thought was way too short to be decent, her long beautiful legs were clothed by skin-tight leggings extended to the floor. On top of her pretty head rested a dark head piece which looked like a pair of horns and her eyes were purple.

Purple eyes?This wasn't a disease or something, but hey, who was he to talk about someone's eyes, after all, he burned his eyelids.

The young woman remained speechless as Jeff's never ending, red rimmed eyes stared back into her purple ones.

"What is it girly...feeling tongue tied?"Jeff asked as he toyed with his knife, more then pleased by her fear towards him.

"S-Sorry..I just...Your face is..."The woman managed to say as she struggled to look directly at Jeff.

"Yes...My face is?"Jeff asked as he leaned forward until he made sure that she could feel him breathing.

"Scary...I'm Syndra, The Dark Sovereign!"The woman named Syndra said cheerfully, eager to change the subject.

"Syndra...What a wonderful name you have..."Jeff said as he ran his fingers over the blade of his knife. The woman straightened her posture and asked:

"R-Really?You think my name is beautiful?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Oh..O-Okay..Who are you exactly?"

"They call me, Jeff The Killer."Jeff responded. Even if he was now in his early 20's he still wasn't getting tired of this name and title and this Syndra seemed to be around his age, this could be fun, he already imagined her being stabbed by him but she did nothing wrong, for the moment.

"So...umm...what happened to your face..your family was in this whole killing thing too?"Syndra asked obviously not knowing what Jeff done to himself and his family.

Jeff frowned on instant. He brought the blade at her neck and said:

"MY FAMILY DONE NOTHING TO ME, MY FACE IS PERFECT AS IT IS NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT OR GO TO SLEEP!"

With that said he rammed his head into her's before slamming the door shut behind him letting her there. If he wanted he could've killed her by now but if he was going to kill someone, and if he could choose the way in which he would've done it he would always chose night time, in that person's room or house.

Plus, this Syndra has reminded him of his family and if there was a kill which haunted him was this. The only kill that made him cry, the only kill that haunted his dreams and mind was when he killed his family, his mother, his father and worst of all, his brother...

There you go, he'd done it, he reminded all of it, their screams of pain, the look on her mother's face when she found him in the bathroom, the moment she lied to him and the moment in which he dodged a bullet by killing them.

"It was either you..or them...stop blaming yourself for all of this, they made their choice!"Jeff mumbled to himself as he ran a hand through his long hair, he knew exactly how to get his mind off this, all he needed to do was wait for the match to begin and if that wasn't going to work, he always had the night for him...

Syndra looked at the door leading to Jeff's room. Tears rolled down her face along with blood from her nose. She done it again, she pissed off the new champion, the one and only who didn't knew about what she's done, or what she's supposedly done, her one and only chance at a friend destroyed by her own stupidity.

Sobbing and crying she floated to her room which was right next to his, the thought of living next to someone called Jeff The Killer doing little to comfort her.

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