Chapter I- Revenge is a Bitch
It all started on a cool August morning, it felt unusual honestly. The afternoon air was crisp and had a light breeze, just looking up at the blue sky you could tell it was summer. The perfect day you could even say. Neighbors were greeting neighbors and mowing green lawns. Birds were chirping and flowers were in bloom. The air smelt of honey, cut grass… and death.
Why you ask? Well the answer is simple, some of the town had just been chopped up in their sleep. Most people are still unaware that the Johnson's next door, who they thought were unusually quiet on this fine day, are laying in bed with their intestines spewed across the room. It makes me feel bright eyed and bushy tailed to know that someone will come upon my masterpiece and scream. They'll cry, and then they'll curse my name on the news, grinding their teeth as they hiss "Jeff the Killer".
Yes, that name, oh that name. It doesn't sound too terrifying. Just a simple name, but it's still my name, and I want you to know that name. Know it so when you wake in the night and tremble at the sight of my face, you'll know your killer. It's just as that as I had just finished butchering a small family this evening. I currently reside in their kitchen, eating a meal I had forced the wife to cook before be-heading her.
"What's wrong Sugar-Tits?" I grinned at the body-less head, her face still twisted with fear. "Don't like what you see?" I winked, shoving another bite of spaghetti into my mouth. My attention snapped forward at the heavy knocking at the front door. A muffled voice saying "This is the police," echoed. "Sorry, but I gotta dash Sweet Heart," I sat my dish in the sink and went out the back door. 'Where to next?'
Night was falling quickly this evening but I wasn't complaining- it's easier travel. Hood up, hands in pockets, head down is how I walked down the somewhat barren streets. What reasonable person would go out with a killer on the loose? A small neighborhood was coming up, it started to look like the perfect street for a late-night raid. Most of the houses were your typical suburb cottages with hammocks and picket fences. Towards the end quiet frat-house sat next to a worn down apartment building that was only three stories. I headed that way, climbing up the fire escape to the second floor where a window was cracked. The apartment was quite tidy, which gave the small space a more open feeling. The air smelt like sweet rolls, which was explained with a lit candle on the coffee table.
Most of the lights were off and the only noise seemed to be the light hum of a shower faucet. Looking more closely at the apartment, I came to a conclusion that only one person lived here, and appeared to be male. The shower head suddenly silenced, giving me a cue to hide. I took my place in the shadows and waited. A girl emerged from the bathroom, wearing a large shirt and knee socks. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun. She prominently flopped onto the futon in the master bedroom and dozed off. Grinning, I crawled over to her. I pressed my hand down on top of her mouth and before her eyes could flutter open, I pushed my knife into her gut.
A scream was muffled beneath my palm as her eyes stared back at me, pain and fear consuming them. Her shaky hands hesitated, not knowing where to go before deciding on grabbing the hilt of my blade. "Shh…" I whispered, "Go to sleep." She tugged at the blade, pulling it out as blood burst out of her mouth and leaked through my fingers. I laughed, I liked it when they fought, it spices up what felt like normalcy. Her left hand pressed down on her stomach, her eyes met mine. The girl suddenly bit down on my finger. I pulled it back out of reflex and in the split second the girl screamed out in a cry of survival, pain, and fear. She took hold of my knife and slashed it towards me, cutting my arm. I fell backwards, reaching forward to grab her but the little she-bitch launched to the side, tumbling off of the bed like a drunken fool and started half crawling, half running for the door. "You-" I sent out a growl, springing up and ignoring my own pain as I clenched the knife and sprinted towards her.
She threw out the door to her apartment, the handle clashed with the wall and caused a large bang to sound. She turned her head to the side, still holding her drenched stomach and vomited on the floor, quickly glancing up to see my advancement and panicking. She wiped the bile from her lips and ran down the hall. I caught up quickly, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her onto the ragged carpet. "You shouldn't have done that," I snarled, snatching her throat with my large hand. Tears were wielding up in her eyes, her lips mouthing something but no sound came out. I hoped she was praying to her non-existent god. I raised my dominate hand, getting ready to impale her once more before the radiant sound of sirens echoed the building. Footsteps sounded up the stairs to my right, I turned back to the girl, "You don't get out that easy whore, I'll be back for you, I can promise you that." I released her neck and started for the window on the opposite side of the hall, this was going to be a close one…
I jumped out the window and landed in the dumpster, tumbling out of it and sprinting away from the scene. I can't believe someone actually survived me. Either I was getting rusty or I'm not as good as I thought I was. Either way, the only thing on my mind right now is the burning pain in my arm. She will surely pay for this, and my justice is always a gruesome one.
