Ohio Murder Victim's Children on Suspect's Claimed Split Personality | catchsomeair.us
Despite numerous creepypasta, videos, and artwork, Jeff the Killer does not have a to smile, as he put it, and burning off his eyelids so he can always see his face. What Jeff's killing sprees are like after this incident is up for interpretation. For the original Jeff The Killer, click HERE** (artwork in image credited to DeviantArt u. When he'd first met Randy and his friends, he'd been curious. “ Why stop now Liu, they wanted this,” Jeff replied in a flat voice that Liu. Only HIS. [Jeff the Killer x Reader] fanfic. K Reads Votes 5 Part Story . Blue and red looks like wolf eyes Skin color white Lip color icy blue. Reply.
Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days.
He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked down stairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.
Jeff grunted and went back up to his room. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He looked around, and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of which go with dress pants. Finally he found a white hoodie and put it on. His mother looked at her watch. They knocked on the door and at it appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, way over-dressed.
As they walked inside all Jeff could see were adults, no kids. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them? Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us.
Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids.
At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC.
You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house.
Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder. Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground.
Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood. You should be ashamed! Something inside Jeff snaps. His psyche is destroyed, all rational thinking is gone, all he can do, is kill. He grabs Randy and pile drives him to the ground.
He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart. As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff. As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets Jeff ducks into the bathroom.
He grabs the towel rack and rips it off the wall.
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Troy and Keith race in, knives ready. He is more agile than Troy though, and ducks when Jeff swings the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall.
A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf. It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. As soon as the flame made contact with him, the flames ignited the alcohol in the vodka.
While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire but it was no use, the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall, and fell down the stairs.
Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm, and when he tried to get up it fell out, and a nurse rushed in. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were.
Finally, after hours, he heard his mother. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go. The next couple of weeks were those where Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.
What happened to my face? He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.
Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!
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He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. When we tried to leave, one of them punched Liu. His name tag read Williamson. From what eye witnesses at the shopping center say, you two started the confrontation with Randy and his friends. This was a small town after all, and there was a good chance that this cop coached Randy in little league, or drank beers with his dad.ASK JEFF THE KILLER AND EYELESS JACK
Hell, it was even possible that this cop could be an uncle to one of the bullies. We just wanted our bikes, we just wanted to leave. They say that the boys were riding your bikes, but let me ask you this, did you chain your bikes to anything, or did you just leave them outside the store?
None of the parents want to press charges. This will be reported as a simple scuffle between teenagers. This is a quiet town, not like New Orleans. Is Randy your nephew? Which one is it Officer? Jeff and Liu walked up the stairs, however, they refused to hang their heads in shame or feel any regret.
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Neither of their parents spoke to them for the rest of that day. Jeff and Liu stayed upstairs, venting their shared frustration to each other. All they care about is fitting in here. They want to make sure they blend in with the rest of the Stepford families. No more fighting, if we see Randy or his two fuckhead friends again, we just walk away, okay? So, if we see them, just avoid them, okay, please? They remained in their rooms late into the night, and finally came down to eat after they were sure their folks had gone to bed.
Liu said that he felt relieved about that, but Jeff had a sinking feeling that the worst was yet to come. Jeff was correct,the next morning, when the two brothers came down stairs together to eat breakfast; their parents were already sitting at the dining room table, staring at the boys, approving of nothing they saw.
The boys complied without further question. Did you even think about that when you were assaulting him over your godforsaken bike? His dad is willing to let it all go, but shit son, I have to deal with that at work now. Do you have any idea how much damage this could have done to me, to our family? The decision was made. Jeff watched his brother leave, and then walked back to his bedroom. He felt that rage; however, it began to feel almost… pleasant to him.
He was furious at this turn of events, his parents had turned their backs on their own children. This anger for example, he could almost taste it.
It felt like thick, sweet syrup, stirring around in him. Of course, he knew the extra ingredient that would complete the flavor. He fell asleep lying on his bed thinking about that syrup, that thick, viscous that seemed to work its way into the very fabric of his soul.
He wanted it, yet he knew that it was destructive, and that nothing good could come from sampling it again. Several days passed, and tensions were high between Jeff and his parents. Without Liu around, there was nothing for him to do except sit in his room and play video games. He knew if Randy and his goons showed up again, it would likely result in another fight. For a few days, that worked well, and Jeff believed he could get through this. However, his mother changed all of that on an early Saturday morning.
Jeff was awoken suddenly by sharp sunlight striking his face. He heard his mother humming, something that she rarely did. Even in his half sleeping state, he knew that humming was forced. She was doing it to wake him up, and figured the added sunlight would get things there even faster.
At first Jeff had refused. Could his mother be serious, did she really expect him to go over and make friends with Randy? He was still in bed when his mother stopped her incessant humming long enough to tell him to get up and get dressed.
She promised Jeff that if he did this for her, went over and made it work with Randy, that Liu could come home the next day. Jeff smiled wanly and confirmed that was in fact who he was. Sorry to hear that our boys had a little mishap the other day. You know how it is though with teenagers, hormones going crazy and all.
Me and Liu had no idea that it was okay for your son and his friends and mess with our bikes without asking. How about you and I go in and have some coffee and you can tell me all the great gossip around Mandeville while our boys get to know each other the right way. I fucking hate it. My dad had me in boxing class a year ago, because some co-worker of his had a brother that worked at the place or something. As soon as that guy quit though, I was out of that gym the next week.
There is nothing to do here. We have to find stuff to do. I mean, there are only so many times you can go hang out at the video store, or ride the dirt paths in the woods. We were just bored man, so, sorry for that I guess. Things went too far. Those guys, Keith and Troy, they just leech on because of my dad.
About an hour later, things took a new turn. Jeff heard the twin pops of two car doors shutting in near unison, and then heard the engine start up.
Randy led Jeff out to the garage. It was hot in there, with the main door shut. The garage was well kept though, and Jeff observed stacks of magazines underneath a work bench, as well as tools and various other utility items stacked about. Standing in the small, closed in garage, with the late summer heat lingering about, Jeff began to feel a bit uneasy. Jeff watched as Randy removed the box and opened it. However, Jeff watched as he fished one of the flares out of a back compartment.
Randy then continued to fiddle with the flare gun, popping it open and loading a flare. Sometimes I take it out back and shoot flares at the trees. He noticed that Randy still had the flare gun in his hands. You sucker punched them, and then ran away.
Randy then raised the flare gun towards Jeff. He could taste it now, it was heaven. In his mind, he imagined himself diving into it, swimming in it, letting it swallow him whole. He looked around and the sensation only grew. He saw Randy, standing there holding the flare gun. It was limp in his hands though, and the hammer was not cocked back.
Jeff knew that Randy had no intention of firing it. He looked over at Keith, skinny and pathetic, a kid born to follow. Troy, fat and sweaty, breathing a bit heavy from his walk over, and of course, in the middle of it all, Jeff himself. He felt that pleasure begin to mix with the rage, forming the perfect product. He tried to avoid sampling it; he knew that only regret could come from indulging in it.
However, when it was placed so close, when the aroma and the promise of that sweet savory flavor was only inches away, Jeff found that he could no more to stand against it than a ship in the ocean could stand against a typhoon. Jeff began to smile.
Jeff struck Randy once in the nose. Jeff, without even needing to look, realized that Troy and Keith had actually taken a step back, instead of advancing as they should have. Jeff now turned his attention to Troy and Keith, the two tough kids that had yet to actually make so much as a move in his direction.
Troy actually backed up a step and stumbled over the stack of magazines that Randy had moved earlier. Keith was actually trying to back away. However, Jeff was currently standing between him and the only exit to the garage, since the carport door was closed. Jeff took two quick steps towards the skinny kid, and felt the most intense joy at seeing Keith stagger backwards, knocking his back into the wall. That perfect blend of pleasure, control and rage had come together.
Jeff felt as though he was floating above the world. All he cared about, in that fraction of time, was hurting Keith. Keith tried to make a run for it, hoping to squeeze through the small gap between Jeff and the door. However, Jeff clipped him a hard right hand to his face, causing Keith to stagger back again. Jeff could see that his knees were buckling, and took full advantage. Once satisfied, Jeff stepped back, and watched in demonic glee as Keith slowly slid down the wall, gasping for air.
Randy got back to his feet, but seemed to have no idea what to do. We good, or do you and your friends need more? The debate may have continued, but the sound of a returning car broke the tension. It seemed that the previous tough guy had all but shrunk back to a scared child. That sensation of rage was fading again, and he felt control returning. Jeff found that he rather liked that tone, that begging, whipped dog mentality. Jeff was paying no attention to Randy; he was down on the floor calmly gathering the magazines.
Everything else happened in a flash, both literally and figuratively. As his hands frantically clawed over the gun, his thumbs pushed the hammer back, unintentionally. He was turning it over in his hands, trying to quickly disarm it. He then heard the sound of keys in the front door. He knew that he had only seconds now to hide it. Everything else happened in slow motion. He saw it fall to the floor, seeming to float to the ground, rather than fall.
Jeff felt the hot flash of heat and pain tear across the left side of his face. After the initial registry of agony, there was no more thinking. Jeff began to scream, clutching the left side of his face and rolling around on the floor. For a while he forgot everything, as he was plunged into that dark, rich syrup once more, the rage almost serving to dull the pain. When he finally did come to a stable level of alertness, he realized he was in a hospital room.
Half of his face was bandaged, he knew that much. He wanted to open his eyes and speak, let his family know he was awake, but the drugs still had a firm hold. He was awake, but not quite yet functioning. He could hear several familiar voices though. The flare struck his face and caused 3rd degree burns on his left side.
What about his face? The damage could have been more severe. What do we do about that? What do we do to correct his face? What can we do for that? What is important is that your son is healthy. He can expect to be back home in a few days, maybe sooner. Can we have some time alone please; my wife and I need to speak. Jeff heard the door open and close as Liu exited. His parents both let out a long shaky sigh, but Jeff was starting to believe it was not a sigh of relief, but rather one of stress.
I mean his face Matt, you heard what the doctor said, his face is going to be…. What kind of time? A year, two years, and what about in the meantime? You think anyone is going to want to have him around their kids? As his mind absorbed the words, he felt that rage return. Sick, rich, dark, that syrup of raw, primal emotion. He wanted to ask her why she left, why she went off to go shopping or have her nails done or whatever it was that she did.
He wanted to know how she could care more about his appearance than the fact that he was lying in the hospital.
However, there was still so much more that he wanted to know as well. He wanted to know how much more his mother hated him, how much more she saw him now as a, how did she put it, a pariah. He wanted to continue to swim in the thick pool of dark hatred that was starting to form from the rage and anger. That was a new one now. Before it was anger, then it was anger mixed with pleasure.
But now, now it was anger mixed with hatred. He also began to wonder, how well would this new recipe blend with pleasure, how would it feel?