Its That Kind Of Messed Up (Jeff the killer needed)

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    As she did her work, so did Jeff.
    He was a psychopath, after all, as well as obsessive and cruel to the max. He would find this chick, and kill her. She would die beautifully, with a wide smile on her burning face...
    For this, he would need to be a bit more tactile. His last time he was distracted and ended up losing his prey. This time, though, he needed her to be killed quickly. As much as he loved being feared, it was so much more convenient to keep his existence a mere myth.
    He resolved to track her down.
    Tonight she would die.

    Hazel sighed as the clock ticked down She was safe...He had either been killed or arrested...Maybe I should...do what Felix wanted....But where do I start? This mess he has created. I should just destrroy the samples and forget this ever happenedShe thought as she walked home buying a bottle of wine on her way, she reached the front door and opened it. Closing it behind her she took out a glass and drank solomly

    So, she was an alcoholic, huh? Jeff leaned back and rubbed his chin in thought. Quite a few arrest records too--and her address was so simple to find once he saw them. He personally didn't care for alcohol--it had helped to burn him once--but now it seemed to help him.
    He licked the torn part of his lips in thought.
    Then he stood up, grabbed his knife, and crept outside...

    Hazel drank glass after glass thinking abou how crazy everything was. She sood up steadying herself and walked to her fridge and saw the bag of syringe with the talented peoples D.N.A she knew she had healing powers but what use were they? she didn't dare mix them incase something bad happened to her she wasn't good at that scency stuff...

    Jeff knelt by the doorknob, and shook it ever so slightly. Locked, as he had though.
    Oh well. He liked the look of surprise on the face of his victims.
    He stood in front of the door, leaned in, and kicked the door as hard as he could. It shook from the shock, and made a noise like cracking. He smashed again, and heard a satisfying breaking noise.
    Then, with one last mighty heave, he broke the door down.


    (BTW, will Hazel actively defend herself? I mean, I don't like having characters holding themselves back in a fight when they're supposed to be trying to kill, and I really wouldn't like it if I had to throw in another Deus ex Machina.)

    What is Deus ex machina? And yes Hazel will fight like hell to save her life unlike...I think her name was Riley or something)
    Hazel heard the door splinter open in surprise Jeff wasn't killer...Or captured he escaped darn it
    She searched her room quietly for a weapon and found a baseball bat that used to be her dads before she moved out the house. Sorry dadShe sighed as she knew his prized bat would be getting a little bloody tonight. There was no way she was dieing

    Jeff flinched ever so slightly. "They're fine." He croaked, then cleared his throat and let out an animalistic laugh. "They're enjoying their beauty, like you should." He brandished the knife, and stepped forward.

    (How does she know about him? Hazel never did research on Jeff. She didn't even know who Jeff was beyond a murderous psychopath, let alone his identity/history.)

    (Whoops. My bad. XD)


    Jeff snarled, and blocked out her words. "Don't worry, sweety, I'll take out that flapping tongue of yours too."
    And with that, he charged, slashing his weapon.

    Hazel reacted fast using the bat to block the knife from going near her she pushed against his surprisingly strong force "My tongue is staying in its place"She snarled determination in her eyes as she tried to overpower him.

    A drunken girl was no match in a murderous man who had spent years practicing. With ease, he flung her off of him. He rubbed his leathery white cheek, smarting from the bat's strike. He was lucky that he moved his hand quickly enough, otherwise his knife would have been lodged right into his jaw.
    He slashed the blade again, and managed to cut some skin. The smell of blood in the air encouraged Jeff as he let out another animalistic howl.

    Hazel winced in pain It was just a scratch She scrambled to back a few inches away from him and touched her skin making it heal and scar. She smirked "Your a monster"She said horrified at the howl swinging the bat a couple more times to his chest and knees trying to find weak points.

    A blunt weapon wasn't precise, but it sure was painful when swung by a desperate person. Jeff leaped back and surveyed Hazel with hungry eyes, waiting for an opening...