KILLER STILL AT LARGE AFTER ELEVEN YEARS
After eleven years of investigation, homicidal serial killer, known as Jeff the Killer, is still at large. Jeff the Killer is known to seek out seemingly random victims to gut, stab, and eventually kill. Officials are baffled as to how he's eluded them for so long. "There's been multiple times when we thought we had him," Officer Garret Bean says, "But time and again, he just... slips away."
Reports have been gathered that the FBI is now possibly getting involved.
Statistics show that there are ten deaths every month on average caused by Jeff the Killer.
Physical description: Pale skin, black lined eyes with missing eyelids, a scar on either side of his mouth, forming a smile. His hair is ragged and black. Usually wears a white hoodie, skinny jeans, and black sneakers. Contact your local officials if you see a man fitting this description.
Jeff chuckled, crushing the newspaper into a ball. Shaking his head, he surveyed the ally he was sitting in. Nice and dark, no one here but the couple making out next to the dumpster. "Fools." he said softly, throwing the newspaper ball into the dumpster, "Give it up. I've been going 11 years strong. You will never catch me." He sat back, pondering. There was one thing he was concerned with. Jeff made a note to count how many victims he had. There were a lot, that was for sure. But not as many as described in the article.
For the past year and a half, he knew there was someone else out there, gutting his victims. And while he wasn't concerned about the deaths, he was curious as to what would happen if he were to run into this mysterious killer. Of course, he would kill him. But not after a long, probably painful, talk.
The feeling.
Jeff stood. The feeling was here, and it had to be satisfied. He slowly turned his head to face the couple. Not caring if they heard him, he casually approached them, tapping on the man's shoulder. The man turned, wiping his mouth.
"Ay, D***wad! leave me 'lone, will yas??" the man yelled. He saw Jeff reach his hand into the front pocket of his hoodie.
Jeff took a step closer. "Go to sleep." and in the blink of an eye, A knife was protruding from the man's neck, as he fell, grasping himself. The woman screamed, but it didn't matter. As the man fell, Jeff whipped the knife back out, pinned the woman against the brick wall, and whispered in her ear, ever so seductively, "Go to sleep, darling." and proceeded to stab her chest, once... twice... three times... and then a slice at the neck. She too fell.
It didn't take long for Jeff to throw them both in the dumpster. Wiping his bloodied hands on his jeans, he walked away from the ally. The feeling had left, and he was at peace once more.
But something nagged at the back of his mind. Something told him it was time to find the other killer. A shiver ran through his spine, causing him to become confused. Nothing could make him worried... yet the thought of this... other killer, did.
He shook it off.
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