Tigress
Feline Overlord
@OneHellOfACatLover
Seven years. Seven years had passed since Jeff's mind had snapped and he had started his killing. He had been thirteen then, now he was twenty and still a violent killer, one of the most wanted killers of his time. There were times however when he had gotten help from others that he had met since that one fateful day; Jane the Killer, Slenderman, Sally, the lot of them.
Tonight though, he was alone.
Jeff the Killer had entered the room of his next victim, the full moon high in the sky and a twisted, manic smile plastered on his face as it normally was. He stood at the bottom of a young boy's bed, watching him with icy grey eyes rimmed in black. It wasn't long before the boy stirred, slowing waking up and becoming aware of his presence. "Who... Who are you?" the boy asked, fear growing in his eyes as the demonic figure eventually became visible.
"Shh..... Go to sleep" Jeff cooed in a voice that belonged to a madman, pulling a knife out of the pocket of his bloodstained white hoodie. This made the boy scream and, at that scream, Jeff lunged forward, plunging the knife into his heart and giggling manically as the blood sprayed onto his pale face and shirt. Oh how he loved this, the feeling that rushed through his veins whenever he killed.....