Brutal Love (Jane X Jeff the Killers)

Not bad (Jane's POV)

I woke up inside a railroad train's cart, surrounded by random crates. In my research, I had discovered that Jeff was somewhere in Detroit, where this train is passing. I felt butterfly's in my stomach just thinking about it. After 10 long years I will finally be able to kill the bastard that murdered my family. I've fantasized about murdering him as I slaughtered hundreds of innocent people, but I'd imagine the real thing will be much more satisfying. After all, he isn't some old pervert who is all hands. Somehow, even though I've acted as a hooker to lure in indecent men (that I brutally slaughter), I still managed to maintain my virginity. Weird, right? Especially with this gorgeous body. Long, slender legs that lead up to my small yet curvy hips. And my petite stomach that makes it's way up to my perky (C cup) chest. Any mans dream, right? Ha, did they really think they could find this body on a prostitute? Idiots.

My whole body shivered due to the cold weather. Mid December wasn't the warmest, I guess. I really should've gotten a jacket of some sort. Unable to bear it much longer, I started walking towards the crates. Who knows, it might have a blanket or something. With my icy cold hands, I grabbed the top of one of the crates. I began pulling, only to realize that it was nailed shut.

"Shit! Now what am I supposed to do?" I murmured to myself as I began pacing around inside the cart. Goddam, it was cold. While I was silently complaining, I heard a beeping noise come from my GPS I stole from one of my victims. Looking down I read the text. 'You are now in Detroit!'.

Great, now I have to jump off of this thing. With brute force, I opened the door leading outside. The ground was covered in deep untouched snow with the occasional dead tree. I took a long sigh and backed up, ready to jump. My black heels were no help, of course. My whole outfit wasn't fit for this endeavour, to be honest. Long, black dress that was tight at the top, poofy at the bottom. The from of my legs were mostly uncovered by the dress, and it was to my ankles in the back. I had on black lacy gloves (that ripped easily) and thigh high black tights with pretty lace at the top. Don't even get me started on my undergarments... My curly black hair usually got in the way too.

I assume that if you're reading this you've heard of my story. Jane Arkinsol, the girl whose life was ruined by Jeff the killer. Otherwise known as Jane the Killer. Although what they said about the mask is bullshit. It was my EYES. No, he didn't burn me. He stabbed out my eyes and sew over black lace. But I've gotta hand it to him, he sewed it in quite nicely. Although that's irrevevent.

I ran and leaped off of the train into the snow. It wasn't as deep as I had expected, only up to my hips (I'm 5'9 so you can imagine how tall the snow is). When I landed, I hit my ankle hard and yelped out in pain. Goddamn it, I'm going to kill these heels. I tumbled over into the snow and became completely swallowed up by it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I screamed and tried getting up. My face lifted from the snow, completely covered. You could practically see the anger in my eyes.

Angrily, I stumbled on. First things first, I have to go eat something. I've been so occupied trying to find the asshole know as Jeff the Killer, I've only ate about 200 calories a day. I'm 100% sure I'm down to 90 pounds. My stomach grumbled as I thought about the possibilities of what I could eat. I'm pigging out then staying at a nice hotel. Yes! Even though I'm like this I still have needs. Hey, maybe I'll even go to a spa.

I sighed, thinking about how people see my eyes. Also, how I'm a murderer charged with 466 killings. Actually, 498 but they haven't found their bodies yet. I usually just wear sunglasses and that usually does the trick.

After about what felt like years, I arrived in Detroit. It was a run down place with homeless people and pimps flooding the streets. Just the way I like it.

Once I explored I found a fast food restaurant and pigged out. Then I found a motel and checked in, prepared to continue my hunt tomorrow. That man is so dead.

I woke up suddenly, with a wet rag over my mouth. I struggled and held my breath, being careful not to inhale the chloroform. I've used it enough times to know what it smells like. I swung my leg up as far as it could go and snacked the culprits head, which barely fazed them. Gathering my strength I grabbed their arm and twisted, and with the sent my other elbow into their gut. They made an 'oof' sound and stumbled backwards, clutching their stomach. Without hesitation, I stood up and tried a jersey pull. It's something I've been dying to try. During my move, I quickly discovered I was dealing with a guy. A guy with magnificat abs, too. With my right foot I sent him flying towards the wall, resulting in a crack in the chipped drywall. I stood there confidently glaring at him with my hands at my hips when I saw I was in my bra and panties. Great. They were matching black, lacy underwear with the bottoms half covering my petite ass (almost thong, but not quite). The top was low cut so it showed most of my boobs, which made me look exceptionally sexy.

He pulled off his shirt and looked at me. Those eyes... I know I've seen them before...

Then I saw it. The cut that formed a crimson smile. The grinning face....

It was Jeff.

"Not bad, Jane." He laughed, " And the fighting's pretty good, too."