I live in the shadows, killing, you won't even know I'm here. I've killed countless numbers of people. I am Jeff. I show no mercy to anyone. I will kill anyone. I've been observing this girl for a while now, black hair, green eyes, never smiles. She killed her mother and step mother. She didn't care for family, she didn't care for others, she was completely heartless. I liked this girl. She threatens and kills whoever she wants, I've seen her get mad, jealous, angry. That's when she starts to kill, she's always gotten away with it. She's a very impressive girl. I watched her shoot two idiots and run away with a boy. She was good with making killings look like accidents or suicides. She then threatened the boy she saved. I felt like I should meet this girl. Face to face. I lifted my hood up and walk her way. She glances over her shoulder from time to time, she knows I'm here, yet she still continues to walk in the same direction. She doesn't avoid, she doesn't run, she's not afraid. I still follow her, she stops at a park. She sits on a bench, and starts reading a book. It seemed like a horror story she was reading. I spied on her behind a tree, she looked up at me from time to time and sighed. Was she annoyed with me? "Why don't you sit down for a while?" she asked. I got out from behind the tree, and sat down next to her. She couldn't see my face, my hood blocked it out. She was busy with her book, but she seemed to pay full attention to me. "Name?" she asked. "Do you really care?" I said. She glared up at me, "fine, mine is Envy," she said. Envy, a name meaning hatred and jealousy. This girl made me feel anticipation. "Would you care to hang out sometime," she asked. I asked her why, "because you seem on my level of crazy, you don't care about anyone, or anything," she said, "we both don't care for the people around us." She and I were going to get along well. Though, I wouldn't know how she would react to me. Would she care? I doubt it but... "Jeff," I said, "that's my name." She looked up from her book and looked at me. "I don't care who you are, because I'm exactly the same," she said. She took my hood down, and looked at me, "Jeff." She left, and went home. Envy, this girl, she made my blood pressure rise. Something about her, I would definitely see her again. I wouldn't let anyone stand in my way. No one.