AN: Last chapter, and a final end to this dumb story I've kept cooped up in my mind for a while! Phew, at least I got that off my bucket list! I want to thank anyone who's faved, reviewed, or even just gave this ill-paced story a try. Means a lot, actually :}

In this chapter I referenced a quote and stuff from either Tumblr, and other JTK spin-off stories. See if you can find them!

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Cruising on the freeway out of this stupid town, I've had some time to gather my thoughts. The quiet drive was especially helpful and calming to my nerves, after that hectic out-of-body experience I just had several minutes ago.

The snow silently hitting the windshield were quickly swept off rhythmically by the wipers, giving my thoughts a sort of background beat to keep steady on. Now that I was set free from the facility, I had a lot of things to think about, and the speed I was going was comfortable enough for me to do so.

First off, I needed to figure out where I was headed. I needed a comfortable place to stay, whether I had to take it by force or not. I took a few wallets I had scavenged for in the building, and I think I'm okay for food right now. But I eventually would need a job to sustain myself. With my pale white skin and all-black eyes, who would even dare to hire me for anything? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. Right now, all I know is that I was going to have to depend on my instincts and do a lot of stealing, lying, bribing, and possibly killing to get around anywhere anymore.

My main goal in life- if this is even a life I'm in- is to catch and kill that son of a bitch Jeff the Killer. I glanced at the newspaper clipping I played on the passenger's seat, and returned my gaze to the white stretch of road ahead. If I was going to do that, I was going to need connections and wits. But I'm pretty sure it won't be hard to catch his misdemeanors on the news every once in a while. As I've remembered, he isn't exactly "graceful" when it comes to taking care of business. He'll leave a path for me to follow, somehow.

Since everyone is sure I'm dead, and I have no I.D. or close living relatives, this life is going to be a little hard.

I gripped the steering wheel with gloved hands. It'll be fine. Thinking about slicing that psychotic bastard and pulling his blackened heart out of his chest with a rusty spoon made all of this crazy shit worthwhile. I hoped. I mean, the worst part... "the transformation"... is over. Bribing people to make me fake I.D.s, give me money, and basically just moving on ahead with my "life" won't be so hard. Now that I've got these awesome powers, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to catch him and skin him alive.

After all, revenge is a dish best served cold, right? That reminded me... of a thing my mother always told me when I was younger and was just recovering from a fight at school or in the neighborhood. "If you play, you play it out nice. But if you're serving for revenge... be sure it's fatal.

My mother was a strange woman. But she's dead now, along with all of my immediate family and some of my friends.

I narrowed my eyes. Yes, mommy dearest was right. Too right. I'm going to make sure the revenge I get when I finally meet Jeff again will be ice cold and fatal. In the meantime, I'll be a sort of a nomad, finding the best possible ways to get around. Chasing a serial killer never before caught by the police- or anyone, really- will be a little challenging, but I'm going to try my damn hardest to make sure the memory of my family doesn't go to waste.

I reached over and clicked on the radio, turning up the volume up and surfing through stations until I landed on one reporting about a "homicide" in Iowa, a few miles from the state border. A woman described the scene as accurately as the media could in this country.

"...scene was a 'bloody mess', as state officials claimed the brutal homicide was indeed the work of a previously escaped mental patient from Wales, dubbed 'Jeff the Killer' by the public..."

I twitched.

Alright. I know where to go now. I chuckled and switched the station to one playing some popular hip-hop song and I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat happily.

Don't worry, Jeff. I'm gonna hunt you down like the animal you are and erase your existence from this planet permanently. Go to sleep? I recommend you don't, because I'm going to be the last face you'll ever see before you die, and you won't even see me coming. I promise.

END

...Or is it?