He wasn’t always this way. He used to be normal. He used to frown upon murder and have friends. He used to go to school and go to partys. Partys. That’s where it all went to hell.
💀💀💀 Hour before the party💀💀💀
Jackson got dressed. He was excited for his friends party. He put on a black hoodie and jeans. He put on a skeleton face mask. It was a face mask that his father gave to him on his thirteenth birthday. He was proud of his mask and wore it everywhere. He pulled his bike out of the garage and said goodbye to his parents. He took his dads pocketknife to rip the knees off his jeans. His parents frowned upon this, but they couldn’t see him on the garage. He started off towards the party on his bike. His friends house was pretty far away but he still insisted on biking. He pedaled along the street for a couple minutes until he stopped to rest. As he looked along the side of the trees he noticed a man in a white hoodie. After closer examination, he noticed that he was walking up behind another man. The white hoodie man appeared to be carrying a large kitchen knife. Jackson sat on his bike to watch. Jeff the killer pranks were quite popular now. Jackson waited in anticipation. The white hoodie man ran up behind the other man and grabbed him by the neck, pinning him to the tree, the man screamed, Jackson almost laughed. But the white hooded man didn’t stop. He thrusted the knife into the mans stomach. Jackson thought is was a fold up knife, until the man sprayed blood everywhere.
In all people there is madness, even in the calmest of people, madness live. Madness can give weakness, strength, fear and warp the person uncontrollably. Jackson experienced all of these as Jeff turned to look at him. Jackson started pedailing forward while looking back at jeff, who was dashing towards him.
Jackson tried to get on the bike,but jeff was to fast for him. Jeff stabbed Jackson in the leg. He screamed and tumbled into the forest. Jeff following. Jeff pinned Jackson. He reached for the nearest weapon to defend himself. He grabbed his pocketknife and thrust at jeff, who grabbed the knife and switched to the free hand. Jackson grabbed and abandoned sythe from a nearby farm. He tried to swing the heavy farm tool at Jeff but couldn’t find the strength. Jeff thrust his knife into Jacksons jugular, and stabbed him in his stomach as he drowned in his own blood. Cold. Cold is all jackson felt as he seemingly slipped into a void. He awoke with seemingly no injuries. He looked around and the sythe and his bike were still there. He felt his neck and flinched. A gaping hole was now present. HeLlO. A voice said calmly. Jackson somehow realized that he was not alone in his head. He also realized that it was giving him these realizations. He more importantly realized that he needed to kill. Succumbing to the darkness, his flesh peeled away on the bottom half of his face, leaving nothing but bone and an evil desire. He picked up the sythe and walked towards the road, a group of hikers passing.
