The Hunter and the Killer [Jeff the Killer Needed]

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    This is a oc x Jeff roleplay. No instant attractions and please read this wntire post. No forum needed fot jeff
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    Name:
    Raven Valentine
    Age:
    19
    Profession:
    Bounty Hunting
    Partner:
    A canine named Zowie.
    History for becoming a Hunter:
    Raven, at the age of fiteen, watched her family get butchered at the hands of Jane the Killer. This fueled her to attack Jane and this result in a deep cut on her side, Jane escaped and she was nearly thrown in an asylum because of her trauma but was instead taken into a secret organization funded by the government to hunt Creepypasta like Jane. She trained for four years and soon waa goven her first task, hunting down Jane which she passed with flying colors. Now, she is after Jeff.
    Appearance:

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    on the job, raven wears a black and red jumpsuit or body suit with leather boots. A belt hooks around her waist with sheaths for a couple daggers and a gun holster.
    Personality
    Raven is a rather smart bounty hunter and is quite the strategic person. While her past leads one to believe she despises all Creepypastas, she feels pity for them instead as something made them ehat they are, they weren't born that way. She is good at acting and uses this to her benefit and acts out a victim before flipping the tables on her Bounty. Raven is very agile and clever. Raven's pity often makes her sink to being kind to the bounty after they are in custody, and this results in her growing fond toward them.
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    Plot
    Raven has been tasked with hunting down Jeff the Killer. She is given his location by Jane and goes after him alone, playing the role of the victim before turbing the tables and fighting with him. This results in her getting bitten by Jeff and he getting stabbed and his arm getting kicked out of place (as he uses it as a shield for her true goal between the goal posts). He flees, unaware she managed to slip a microscopic tracking device into his hoodie in that time.
    They meet again at his old home. He has home terf advantage but, she isnt alone, she brings her canine and the two work together to take him down. Jeff suffering a severe bite to the leg from Zowie and a gash on his side from Raven.
    They take him to HQ and he is soon put in a room sinilar to that of a Asylum's room. Its white, blindingly so, and very plain. A metal door with grade A security locks him in until his trial is ready.
    He is here for three weeks, in those three weeks him and Valentine griw a bit close, closer than her higher ups would like. Sge is injured on her next job and is ordered to go in when Jeff is having a relapse with his insanity, he lunges and tried to strangle her, guarfs,rush in ready to tranquilize or kill him but she gives them the signal to leave instead, not stopping Jeff from what he is doing as he can't do it anyway for some reason.
    After that, Zowie begins coming in with her as protection, ordered by her jogger ups. Though Zowie seems to grie close to him once seeing her master os close to him. Things go from peaceful to cjaoric for Jeff when the slenderman appears and tells him he will be broken out in a week.
    The day he is broken out, Raven realizes her true feelings towards him and is about tp tell him when the alarm is tricked she flees into the hallway only to be thrown back in by Slenderman, so, jeff must decide: Save her, or allow her to die.


    (She will not actually die, she will be on the verge of death and found by a second oc of mine which won't be brought in unless jeff chooses to leave her for death.)


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    Raven sat in a van down the street from an apartment complex. The infamous Jeff The Killer was on yet another spree and she was here to end it. Lucky her. She got out, black hair pushed back into a hoodie which covered her body suit, her usual gloves and velt full of weapons not on her all she had was a dagger in her hoodie pocket.
    She walked down the side of the street. Iy looked like she was wearing Leggings and that would make sense seeing as it was fall. She halted upon hearing a twig snap and turned. Actor mode initiated She thought as she called out, "John? Is that you? I told you to stop following me!" She began her way toward the woods a bluetooth piece in her ear clicked on and the wirfs 'hes nearby' were all that she heard before it clicked off. "John..? This is isnt funny.."she said, her voice raising as though she was afraid.

    This was a routine for Jeff. He didn't just kill at random, oh no, no, he carefully chose his victims and made sure he knew all about them before going in for the kill. Besides, he liked knowing more about the victims he chose. It made it all the more entertaining to watch the shock horror on their faces when he told them something only someone close to them would know. Jeff relished in their fear, got an adrenaline rush every time the chase intitiated. It was just all so exhilarating. Well, this is were it all got complicated. Jeff suffered from severe insanity, so the mood swings he received could happen almost at the blink of an eye, he had two personalities, of sorts. One, was Jeff the Killer. The other one, was Jeffery Woods. The innocent, confused and terrified male that was being controlled by his delusions. Being controlled by Jeff the Killer. There would be moments where Jeff was snap out of it, and realise just what he had done, which would send him back in a downward spiral of insanity. It was better than coming to terms with what he had done, of course.
    Well, unfortunately for the latest victim, Jeff was in quite a bored mood. The only thing that would truly entertain him would be the terrified faces of victims as he crept closer with the blade in his hand. What was it with people and begging for their lives? As if it would change his mind! It was hilarious, watching them sob and weep at his feet, defeated and begging. Pleading for mercy.


    It was interesting to see their reactions over the power that Jeff held over their lives in that moment. The moment right before the dark haired male would plunge the knife deep into an artery, to deliberately make the metallic, crimson liquid cover the floor and walls. Right now, however, Jeff was finishing up on another kill. This time, it was a girl named Abigail that ran a fan blog on tumblr. Jeff never really understood why there were fan blogs of him, but he didn't care enough to try to understand, usually. This time, however, the blog contained photos of him. Like, real photos. However, they were only shots of him walking down alleyways with his hood up, so you could see his face but they were obviously him nonetheless. How they got these pictures, Jeff had no idea, seeing that he kept himself to himself and didn't exactly make it easy for people to find him. But hey, again, it was another problem that had been solved quite quickly.
    The dark haired male was now currently walking down a side street, before seeing a female figure walk out a little ways in front of him. Who was this? Whoever it was, was seemingly looking for someone by the name of John. Jeff felt a smirk pull on the corners of his lips. That was probably one of the stupidest acts he had heard in a while. Come on, John? Of all names? Besides, why would a man named John be following her? Also, if she had told him to stop following her, they must be familiar if she knew his name, so what was the point anyway? Jeff rolled his eyes, and simply hung back, observing her. He kept waking, however, wanting to get back into the woods without being stopped by someone or attacked by this obviously fake civilian. There was something about her that wasn't right. Perhaps it was her posture, or act. Or, something.

    Killer didn't take the bait. she heard from her Bluetooth and casually sighed. "Guess being incognito isn't going to work for this one."she said to herself and followed after the figure instead. The white hoodie kind of gave him away after all. She didnt say or do anything, just walked behind him as though she had realized this 'john' wasnt there. Her hands in the pocket of the black hoodie she had on, one hand fropping the dagger in her pocket.


    Finally, she decided to just go in. She was a bounty hunter, why wait for an opportunity like some police officer? She withdrew the dagger, flipping it so the blade was hidden by her wrist. She wasnt too far behind him, so, she asked, "Kill anyone good today, Jeff?" The question wasn't met to be answered of course. "Your previous victim, Abigail, am I right? My team suspected her as your next victim.. I had cameras set up aeound her house, hidden of course."she said, playing with her dagger out of boredum.


    "I am Raven Valentine, a bounty hunter. And if you havent pieced the pizzle together: I was hired to hunt down and capture any and all serial killers."She stated. "Enough of that though, I rather finish my job."She muttered, looking him over as she waited for him to make a move.

    Jeff knew she was following him, so he stopped in his tracks. A smirk played on his lips,"Ooh, this is a new one. Usually I'm stalked by people who don't know when to walk away. You're a bounty hunter? It's not everyday you meet one of those. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I can tell you've come to take me somewhere. You don't have the stance or posture of a killer." He spoke, as if bored with the whole charade already. "I have to admit, your act was pretty good. Well done for that, at least." He commented, giving a light shrug, before taking a knife from his pocket and twirling it in his hand,"However. I'm not going with you."

    "Well obviously I don't have the stance of one seeing as i hunt them."She stated, rolling her eyes. His comment on her act made her chuckle, "I would say thank you but I dont take compliments from people- if I can really call you that- like you."She commented, glancing him over. "But, enough chatter.. I want to finish this job quickly."she says, and without further delay nor the slightest bit of hesitation, rushed at him, the hand holding the dagging slashing at him. She was rather quick, and she had skill when using a dagger or knife making her a good opponent for the killer in front of her.

    Jeff ducked and grabbed her arm, pulling back and twisting so her arm was held against her back. The dark haired male moved again and pushed her away from him, as he dodged backward and readied himself. The male chuckled,"Interesting. You're fun, actually." Jeff commented, giving a light shrug,"It's been a while since I've had a good fight." The male added, a smirk gracing his features as he watched her carefully, as if daring her to make the next move. One had to be careful when dealing with serial killers, especially ones of the same caliber as Jeff himself.

    She turned quickly, and stared back at him. "My, for being my target you certainly like complimenting me."she commented. It is a bit harder to determine what move he will make if I am the first to attack... Then again, he may be able to calculate what I'm about to do.. So, perhaps I'll throw in a curve ball to mess him up. she thought as she rushed at him once again, the dagger ready to stab into his side however, as she closed in tge hand holding the knife stopped and she put all her force into a punch aimed at his face instead. Most bounty hunters avoided fighting with their hands as it was considered more dangerous, but, she couldn't have him knowing what she was doing ahead of time.

    Jeff shrugged,"What can I say? It's a habit." He mused in reply, before she rushed at him once again, dagger poised to stab into him. The killer saw it coming and moved, grabbing the arm with the hand holding the dagger, but he hadn't expected the punch to the face. Hissing as pain erupted behind his eyes, the dark haired male let go and staggered backwards,"F*ck! You're stronger than you look." He quipped, holding his head for a moment, before recovering and lashing out, going to stab into her shoulder but then he raised his leg and kicked her knee, trying to send her to the ground.

    "Perhaps, but you're killing me with compliments." She watched as he staggered away, somewhat amused by this. Sh cracked her knuckles, with a soft sigh. "I am not exactly weak. Do you think they'd send some weak little girl after you, Jeff? Surely you're not as dumb as you look."She stated, holding back her laughter. She was about to speak again when he went in for an attack, she grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife with a white iron grip so as he kicked out his leg and she fell, he would be pulled down with her.

    Jeff felt himself almost get pulled down with her, but he kicked out again and caught her shoulder,"Nah. I'm not as stupid as I look, I am, however, growing tired of your b*llsh*t." He spoke, a bored tone of voice as he twisted and shook her hand off of his wrist.

    She rolled her eyes. "Well the ground below me will enjoy the fertilizer."she said, snickering. She propped herself up on her elbow. "It's good to see they gave me a job that didn't end in a day. The girl we captured a few weeks ago wasn't nearly as talented. I believe her name was Jane."she said, pushing herself up before getting up onto her feet.
    She brushed herself off. "You see, Jeff, throughout the ages serial killers have been hunted down by bounty hunters, police take the credit for the arrest while we reap the reward in form of cash. And, you have slashed your way onto the top five most wanted, that's something only two killers have down in the past.. Ted bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer infamous Cannibal and an infamous murderer slash rapist."she said, toying with her dager by flipping it skillfully around in her hand and between her fingers. "I think I made myself a bit bored talking.. Hm.."she muttered with a sigh. With a second word she moved in and aimed a punch to his face following it up with another aimes to his stomach after pocketing her dagger.

    "Oh ha ha, you're amusing." Jeff hissed, before hearing the name,'Jane' and his attention was grabbed once more,"You caught Jane? Tell me she suffered." He chuckled, as he observed Raven's movements. The dark haired male listened to her speak, before rolling his eyes,"I know I'm infamously amazing, but can we cut the chat? I've places to be." He spoke, before seeing her lunge at him with her first raised. The male caught her fist, and pulling her arm down, before feeling her other fist land on his stomach area. The killer growled and moved backwards,"Look, you're becoming annoying."

    "Suffered? Possibly. I didn't see her execution."She stated, merely rolling her eyes. "A killer has places to be? You're kidding."she said, rolling her eyes as she went for a kick this time where the sunshine don't particularly shine. "Though I am glad im annoying you. If I wasnt I wouldn't be doing my job now would I?"she asked in an amused tone of voice.


    (Im trash my muse is dying as I slept like four hours)

    ((Oh jeez. Try to rest up a little, okay? Four hours is really little >< And it's perfectly fine!))


    Jeff smirked,"Oh? You didn't tell me you put the killers on the death row." He chuckled, before seeing her lunge toward him and try to kick him in the midsection. Jeff turned and grabbed her leg, pulling her forward off of her feet, and then letting go so she hit the ground,"Yes. I actually do have places to be. Now, I should be a good sport and warn you." He spoke,


    "Killing Jane was a bad idea on your part. I, myself, do not particularly care. I never liked Jane much anyway, but we're kind of part of a collective sort of thing. In simpler terms, you just p!ssed off the biggest threat you'll ever face. Now, in order to save your @ss and mine, I'm going to leave. If you try to follow me, I will kill you. Okie-doke?" Jeff explained, before backing off and pocketing his knife. He didn't turn, however, he kept his eyes trained on her, watching her every move.

    "Death row is where killers belong, am I wrong? I believe that is what is called Karma."she said, sitting up and getting to her feet once again. She had no intention of following to begin with. She had done the least amount which was slipping a tracking device in, which he wouldnt be able to find nor see easily. It'd lead her to a second encounter an hopefully keep her from getting a pay cut.


    "Don't worry, Jeff, I have a feeling you and I will see each other again quite soon."she said, arms crossed. "But, what do you mean save my *ss? Aren't you suppose to want the opposite?"she asked, confusion evident in her eyes at this. That sentence didn't make sense, in the slightest.


    Her blue tooth kicked on, "Dispatch vehicle is coming to pick you up."she heard a slight tsk given. "If you're going to leave, I suggest you do it before my ride comes. Unless you want guns firing at you that is.."she warned, removing her dagger and placing the dagger in her boot, the blade meeting a sheath hidden by jer boot she yanked off the black hoodie revealing the bodysuit she wore, and tossed it aside having no use for it.


    Something screamed at her to take him down now but, she didn't care for death and she needed time to readvise how she took him down. Though, she definitely saw her canine being there in the next encounter. Sirens could be heard approaching and she rolled her eyes, "This is their idea of coming in silent.."She muttered, shaking her head. Her blue tooth flicked on again this time the ear piece visible as her hair was pushed back.

    Jeff smirked,"Trust me, you'll be thanking me for warning you. I'm sure you'll piece together what I mean. You're a smart cookie. Plus, it was fun meeting you." He chuckled, before pulling his hood up and running off into the shadows again, knife in his pocket. The sirens of the cars were so loud, like a squad of police cars. Jeff rolled his eyes, how loud did they need to be? It wasn't like he killed a mass amount of people. He only killed one girl! And fought the bounty hunter. The dark haired male was curious. Dangerously so. Who did she work for? He had also noticed the bluetooth earpiece she wore, which was hidden during their encounter. What other tricks had she got hiding up her sleeve?

    She chuckled, shaking her head. "I doubt that I'll be thanking you." She muttered. Her eyes flicked to the direction of the sirens. As he had fled, a van rolled up, two police escorts in front and behind said van she shook her head. A male getting out with a gun in han she sighed. "He's not here?" She rolled her eyes, "observant as always. He ran. Pursuing would of been suicide so I remained here till you arrive."she said, climbing into the van. "Any injuries?" "None that I know of.She muttered. "I meant on him." She chuckled, "I got in a couple punches. I may need my partner the next time." He grinned, "Zowie will enjoy taking him down, probably just as much as you would." Raven smiled in amusement. "Whats with the police? The sirens are what caused him to run."she said and he rubbed his neck. "Well.. Uh.. If you needed back up.." Raven shook her head. "Just drive. I'm sure my boss wants to hear every little thing and give me a pay cut.."she said, hitting her head against the head rest of the passenger seat. "Eh, I doubt he'll cut your pay.."The male beside her said, tryinf to comfort the raven haired bounty hunter. "We'll see.."She muttered as the door shut, the police cars leaving as the van slowly began to leave the area.

    Jeff chuckled quietly to himself. That actually went well. She backed off after the warning, and he managed to get away without much hassle, or injuries. Of course, he'd have a few bruises, but so would she. They were even. The dark haired killer put his hands into his pockets as he walked back to the forest park, in which hid the manor that he resided at. He didn't choose to live there, he was forced to.
    By a paranormal entity.


    If Jeff refused, he'd most likely be killed. If The Slenderman was feeling vicious, Jeff would receive terrible headaches and coughing fits, which usually meant he'd cough blood and/ or pass out. It was called,"Slender Sickness." And it was not a fun experience. Jeff remembered the last time he received the sickness, and he almost shuddered.

    The ravenette soon arrived at the head quarters. She got out of the van after it rolled into the garage and entered theough the door in the garage which had four vans parked in it. She sighed as she made hr way through bounty hunters which were running this way and that with files or papers in hand. She made her way down a hall and halted at a door. She knocked, a voice grumbled out, "Who's there?" She responded with, "Raven Valentine, Sir." A moment passed before she was let in. She sat across from his desk.


    "So, miss Valentine, how did it go?" She sighed. "The mission was a failure.. I believe I will have to bring my partner with me in my next confrontation."she stated as he motioned her to continue, "I learned that we are dealing with an organization of killers.. This group may be led by a larger threat." Raven watched her boss lean back in his chair. "Whrn you capture Jeff the Killer, get as much info out of him as you can.. When enough is learned, I can organise a take down of this organization." Raven nodded, "Yes, Sir." He then began to fill out paperwork and this was a silent dismissal as she got up and left

    Jeff dandered through the forest, enjoying the fact that he'd gotten away- and Raven would most certainly confront him again. The dark haired male couldn't help but want to know if she was going to try and piece together what exactly he meant by, 'a bigger picture' or in simpler terms, a malevolent entity. Paranormal, strange, unearthly, whatever you wanted to call it. The Slenderman was most definitely malevolent and vicious. If Raven thought for even a second that her and her little buddies could attempt to kill the creature, she'd be dead before the confrontation arrived. There was seemingly no way to kill the faceless creature, it seemed to be able to control time and space, not to mention it's teleportation habits and The Slender Sickness. No one even saw the creature unless it wanted to be seen.


    The dark haired killer made his way through the trees to the centre of the deep forest, where stood an ominous manor. The manor was not the stereotypical 'haunted house.' No, this manor looked, in appearance, to be from the 18-1900s, standing tall and eerily. The house, however, seemed devoid of movement. Silent. Agonisingly so, yet once you went inside it was almost like a prison. There was constant noises. Whether that be something dropping, someone yelling, laughing, screaming or crying. That manor, was full of nightmares. That was the easiest way to describe the building. Jeff took a breath, before pushing open the heavy front doors, and closing them behind him.
    "I'm back!" Jeff hollered, announcing his return. Everyone, (or should I say everything?) seemed to mostly ignore him, although some welcomed him back.