Post by Jeff The Killer on Apr 26, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -5
Blood. Blood everywhere.
That would be the perfect way to describe the aftermath of Jeff's most recent massacre. The victims happened to be a family of four. Why? Because Jeff hated families. Especially this one, full of liars, that pretended to be oh-so perfect. They were practically asking to be murdered, and so Jeff granted their "wish" by slaughtering the lot. The first two were easy, a young girl and older boy. The dad put up a fight, and Jeff respected that, but it also pissed him off, and made the serial killer laugh. Instead of helping the father, the mother ran, and damn she was fast...but Jeff was far too quick for her to outrun him.
The serial killer had managed to kill the whole family while keeping them in the house, spilling plenty of blood, which gave him the chance to wipe it all over the walls. Blood spreading was quite the fun thing to do, especially since he had time to kill. Jeff even sat down for a meal and a little bit of cable television, two things his shack in the woods lacked. Especially since he was always on the move to ensure his not being caught and held in custody.
Picking up his knife, wiping the silver blade clean on his already blood-stained white hoodie, Jeff placed the knife in the pocket of his hoodie and began taking a look at the "masterpiece" he'd created. He laughed aloud, the hysterical laugh of a true mad-man, clapping all the while. "Beautiful. Simply beautiful!" His rugged voice cracked towards the end as he began laughing once more. Oh this was great, amazingly great. Perfection at its peak.
Jeff's laughing ceased when he sensed another person, and well he was correct, because he could hear the creaking of the wooden planks that served as a floor for the house. That meant weight was put onto the planks, which meant someone had entered the murder scene. "Shit." Jeff muttered, turning quickly, attempting to creep out of the house so he could flee. Instead of succeeding in running out the back door, Jeff instead ran into a person in a blue mask.
At first, Jeff was stunned and remained completely still, but when he came back to his senses the serial killer pulled out his knife and held the blade out in front of him. "Who the hell are you? Fuck it... doesn't matter... you need to go to sleep either way."
That would be the perfect way to describe the aftermath of Jeff's most recent massacre. The victims happened to be a family of four. Why? Because Jeff hated families. Especially this one, full of liars, that pretended to be oh-so perfect. They were practically asking to be murdered, and so Jeff granted their "wish" by slaughtering the lot. The first two were easy, a young girl and older boy. The dad put up a fight, and Jeff respected that, but it also pissed him off, and made the serial killer laugh. Instead of helping the father, the mother ran, and damn she was fast...but Jeff was far too quick for her to outrun him.
The serial killer had managed to kill the whole family while keeping them in the house, spilling plenty of blood, which gave him the chance to wipe it all over the walls. Blood spreading was quite the fun thing to do, especially since he had time to kill. Jeff even sat down for a meal and a little bit of cable television, two things his shack in the woods lacked. Especially since he was always on the move to ensure his not being caught and held in custody.
Picking up his knife, wiping the silver blade clean on his already blood-stained white hoodie, Jeff placed the knife in the pocket of his hoodie and began taking a look at the "masterpiece" he'd created. He laughed aloud, the hysterical laugh of a true mad-man, clapping all the while. "Beautiful. Simply beautiful!" His rugged voice cracked towards the end as he began laughing once more. Oh this was great, amazingly great. Perfection at its peak.
Jeff's laughing ceased when he sensed another person, and well he was correct, because he could hear the creaking of the wooden planks that served as a floor for the house. That meant weight was put onto the planks, which meant someone had entered the murder scene. "Shit." Jeff muttered, turning quickly, attempting to creep out of the house so he could flee. Instead of succeeding in running out the back door, Jeff instead ran into a person in a blue mask.
At first, Jeff was stunned and remained completely still, but when he came back to his senses the serial killer pulled out his knife and held the blade out in front of him. "Who the hell are you? Fuck it... doesn't matter... you need to go to sleep either way."
