I couldn't stop chuckling, I was so excited. I stroked my knife which was hidden in my hoodie pocket. I stood next to the burned ruins of the house where I stabbed the girl. I saw her walking down the street, wearing different clothes than last time. Great. She had apparently trashed the dress I had to so painstakingly steal from a shop and replaced it with more modern black clothes. FUCK YOU JANE! I really really needed to stab something… Her fucking face would be something to stab!

"I got your disgusting stupid note. What the fuck did you write it with?"

"With your fucking cunt blood, bitch!"

Jane looked at me with what I guess was disgust and anger. I HATE PEOPLE WITH MASKS! Jack's stupid little mask has irritated me for as long as I've known him! AND NOW THIS BITCH!

"You're a huge dick!"

"You'd know."

"What?"

"Well, when someone loves someone, but she's passed out, it's something called unsolicited sex."

"YOU FUCKER!"

I laughed as she squealed in disgust. God, gullible, anyone? I patted her masked cheek and chuckled when she winced "Does it huit, pwetty baby? Does it huit when Jeffy-weffy pats hew wittle cheek?"

She slapped me.

SHE ACTUALLY SLAPPED ME! I slapped her back, the force of the blow making something underneath her mask squelch wetly. I shirked back, trying to hold down the bile that rose thickly up my throat.

"Wanna see what you "created" Jeff?" Her hood was up, but her mask… She had taken it off. Oh, God, what the fuck's this feeling? It grips me horribly, laying low in my stomach… Oh, God… I don't like this…

I'm scared.

I whipped out my knife, cutting her withered brown cheek. She retaliated with a sharp cut on my arm. I snarled and slashed my knife across her chest, but she dodged it easily. The sun was setting quickly, the darkness helping my eyesight. I tried to run but a sharp pain crossed my back.

She had stabbed me.

I'd only seen my blood once before, when I made myself smile. Now it shone wetly on the knife.

My blood's beautiful…

When Jeff fell, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. He was dead. I was free. I pulled out my knife and cleaned it, before walking away.

I walked up to the inert body "Fuck, Jeff. I told you not to go after her." I reached down and touched his hair, sighing sadly. I was making to walk off when a low moan made me stop. I knew it.

I took him to the warehouse, looking at his wound. Stupid Jane only pierced a lung. I helped him as much as I could.

Life, Revenge, and Blood will be Yours, Jeff.

My love…