The blaring sun forced Jane to cover her adjusting eyes when she left her dark hotel room and out into the fresh air. The heavy showers had finally stopped and allowed her to continue her search for Jeff. It was strange, the day before, everything appeared to be quiet and unsettled but everyone that day seemed to have been in a panic.

"It's some sort of psychopath is what they are saying. Yeah, no. Just please come pick me up!" A young teen was talking on her cellphone only a couple of feet away from Jane. There were large bags resting beside her. It was clear that the panic was really getting to her.

Psychopath? Jane's chest was pounding from her overexcited heartbeat. Could it really be Jeff? The chances seemed to have been slim but she was at least willing to go and investigate the scene that left the town in frenzy.

She followed the rushing people who were also eager to see what the commotion was all about. The crowd led her down a couple blocks away from the hotel towards a local park. She shivered at the cruel thought of a murder to happen right on the grounds where children play at. She heart sunk at the idea that the killer might have gone a rampage and killed innocent kids.

Jane stood on her tiptoes to peer over the sums of people to catch a view of the victims. She let out a relieved sigh when she saw the three bodies lying on the ground covered by white sheets. They were much too big to have been children. She nudged her way towards the police in an attempt to eavesdrop on their report to gain some kind of idea about the killer. But something stopped her. A hand had grabbed him from behind provoking her to fling her arm back to elbow the man who was touching her. A large hand grabbed her arm mid-strike. She looked at the rude man that was large and muscular with a bald head. It was clear that he was some sort of player.

"Wow! Nice ass, babe!" He smirked. His teeth were perfectly white and straight like that in the movies which strangely irked Jane. How dare this man touch her! Without a second thought, she threw her knee into his stomach as hard as she could. The man let her arm free in a struggle to catch his breath. She grabbed his face and cocked it back so her fingertips were barely touching his eyes in a warning of gouging them out. She had the urge to rip the man's throat open but she refuted the idea. She refused to be like Jeff!

"Don't you ever touch me you asshole!" Jane spat at his face. But before she could continue further, something caught her eyes. A white hoodie ran past the crowd and slipped between the overgrown bushes.

Could it really be him?!

Jane dropped the man's face and shoved her way out of the mass leaving behind and forgetting the rude man who was now left in pain. She could've sworn it was the exact same hoodie that Jeff had worn to the party and the night she had last seen him thirteen years ago. She struggled to get through the large shrubs when she had once again caught the glimpse of the white hoodie and black slacks heading for the part of town where the old, abandoned houses still stood. She ignored the branches that scratched at her skin and pulled herself out. She dashed to an old house that hardly had much paint left on it, where she saw the hoodie disappear to.

She had lost him through a series of boarded house. She glanced around to find some kind of indication of where the white hoodie had gone to. She caught a glance of a door that was ever so slightly left open, swinging back and forth as if someone had opened it. Her eagerness to finally face the man who ruined every bit of her life led her to the open door. She held her breath as she barged into the small, worn-down house expecting Jeff to be right in front of her and ready for a fight. But it was empty. There was no one. She gasped at the appearance of the room. It was completely white almost like the one from her dream. She dragged her feet across the white marble as she gazed at its similar features. "What the hell?" Jane murmured.

There was a rustling sound that came from behind her causing her to jump. Jeff! He had been sitting on a worn, white chair playing with a kitchen knife. His white skin and hoodie blended in with the room itself so it was obvious why she had missed him before. She couldn't move or even react the way she had always planned for years.

"What type of bitch would follow a murder into a secluded area?" Jeff pulled the hoodie down to reveal his black hair and gruesome face. His black eyes stared straight into hers.

It was truly Jeff! The man she had been searching for all those years! And yet she couldn't even move to accomplish what she had so long desired!

"Do you honestly believe that that mask you have on will save you or something? You sure are a fucking idiot," Jeff spat.

"D-do you not remember who I am?" Jane finally regained her voice.

"Sorry but I try not to associate myself with stupid fucks." Jeff eye's beamed with satisfaction from a brutal image he had formed in his head. "I'd rather watch them scream as their blood gushes out of their throats!" He slowly staggered over to her as a laughed under his breath.

"Jeff! It's me! Jane!" She managed to stop him in his tracks. His eyes flashed from his dark color to blue. His full attention was now on Jane. "D-do you really not remember me?" She was surprised of how offended she was by his lack of memory of her.

"Jane?" Jeff cocked his head to the side making him appear more deranged than ever with those wide eyes and the large smile.

Jane began to shake. She had to kill him. It was all she ever wanted in her life for the past eight years! "Y-you! You killed my parents! Y-y-you ruined everything for me!" she screamed through her chattering teeth. It was incredible that even through years of preparation, she was still afraid.

"Ah! Yes! Now I remember!" Jeff's eyes flashed back to their black color. "Well look at this: it's the bitch, Jane the Fucking Killer!" His insane laugh echoed the whole room. She flinched at the insulting name he had given her. She could feel her feet restlessly moving underneath the more and more he'd speak. He seemed to have been enjoying their little chat because the more she appeared frightened of him, the more he'd fling his head back in laughter.

His amusement seemed to have stopped in seconds as he looked straight at Jane. It only took a moment for her to realize that he had charged at her with a knife that was now held in his hand. His movements were so quick. She couldn't even process that he was even rushing at her. Her reaction time came too short as she ducked down and clutched onto her own knife, attempting to hurl it into his chest. Jeff's movements were too quick. He missed her throat but still managed to strike her mask, perfectly between her eyes. The force caused Jane to fly back. She stood there for a long moment to regain herself before she heard the mask crack and fall to the floor. She brought her hand slowly to her face to the fresh cut where the tip of the blade stabbed her. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her mask that was now broken in half. What the hell have I gotten into?! she thought.

There was a gasp that compelled Jane to look at the man who would probably soon kill her. The muscles in her shoulders eased a little when she realized that Jeff's eyes flashed back to their beautiful blue. His mouth dropped open as he allowed his knife to slip from his hand and onto the marbled floor with a clatter. She was confused. What was wrong with this insane man? She froze when she heard something mutter from his mouth, hardly loud enough for her to hear.

"Beautiful…" Jeff's quiet words seemed to have slipped from his tongue and hit so hard on the floor that echoed throughout the entire room, causing everything around them to fall silent.