User:Adam478

The rain dripped off Adam's blood-soaked hoodie, slowly washing some of the blood away from his hoodie. He stumbled down the street, hands in his hoodie pocket, his left hand clutching a fluoxetine pill bottle, his right clutching the black switch blade he found all those years ago on his school field during gym class. What happened all those years ago were blurry in his mind, some memories clear and daunting, other misty and hard to grasp. He chuckled, feeling like his memory was similar to that of his hero's.

Was he real? Was the infamous Jeff the Killer real? Adam didn't know, but he had given up his whole life and slaughtered dozens of people in hopes that he was. He had read all of his stories, seen hundreds of fan art of Jeff, made so many fantasies....but was he real? The question constantly tugged at the back of his head, kept him up at night, was one of the main sources of his chronic cutting. A question he had a feeling he's never know the answer to, especially if he never got out of Canada.

But his destination was not up to him to decide. The Faceless One, whom Adam called Abba, intended to keep him in Canada, though promised to get Adam to the States eventually. Abba hardly ever checked up on Adam. His instructions were clear: Do as you please to the city, and I will make sure no government harm comes to you. And He kept his word. The only cops Adam had ever battled were ones he approached himself. And so Adam continued his murder sprees every night, each kill not so much made because Adam enjoyed (which he did) but more as a way to earn Jeff's acceptance. Adam believed that if he killed enough people before he killed Jeff that Jeff might allow him to be his partner, or......Adam blushed at the thought.....possibly boyfriend.

Adam observed the house he would target next. Not large but not small, with a well looked after garden. The front door was locked, but the back was not. Adam preferred to do his slaughters silently: take all but one house member out quickly and quietly, then have fun with the final one, whom he preferred to be male. Creeping through the house, he quickly assessed that the only house members were two middle aged people, a male and a female, sound asleep in bed. After quickly slitting the throat of the female, he made sure the male was not alerted and quickly got to work.



On the news next morning:

This just in: Middle aged couple Tom and Ann Glee found dead in their house this morning. Both had their mouths cut open into a smile and eyelids burned off. Ann was found in her bed with her throat slit, where Tom was in his tub, possibly burned to death by a thing of bleach. DNA and fingerprints found at the crime scene link the killer to being Adam Lavoie, though for some unknown reason police are unable to track him down. If you see anyone that looks remotely to the person in this photograph, please call the police immediately. Also, found written in not Tom or Ann's blood but Adam's own on the bathroom mirror, was the phrase: "I am perfect.".