Jeff The Killer.

history

History Jeffrey Woods was a boy who moved with his family to a new neighborhood, but little by little he began to feel the need to cause harm, a feeling that would be increased when a boy named Randy would start bothering him and his brother Liu, which would lead to Jeff seriously injuring the bully. After having a brutal fight with Randy at a party, Jeff's face was burned with bleach, causing his skin to turn pure white, and his hair to turn from brown to black. Jeff ends up going crazy, assuming that his face is "beautiful" now, so he decides to burn his eyelids so he can't stop looking at his face, and cut his mouth in the shape of a smile so he won't stop smiling. Eleven years after the events, Jeff is now one of the most wanted and lethal criminals in his area. Although his only concern is murder, things get tough for him when he encounters a being known as Slender Man, with whom he wages a hellish battle for survival. An old childhood acquaintance returns to seek revenge on Jeff for ruining her life.

General Information

General Information Name: Jeffrey "Jeff" Woods Verse: Creepypasta Gender: Male Age: 13 years | 25 years Classification: Murderer, Sociopath Powers and Statistics Tier: 10-A High | 9-B, major with his knife

powers and abilities

Powers and Abilities: Maximum Human Power of Fury: When he gets angry enough, he will attack in a more impulsive and frantic manner, ignoring any damage he has received. High Pain Resistance Superhuman Physical Abilities Immortality - Type 2: Survived being impaled through the torso on a tree branch. Jeff endured this for several hours. Great Knife Skill Stealth Mastery Power Nullification: In his fight with Slenderman, the latter became unable to regenerate during the fight, even though this same regeneration used to be instantaneous. Power of Fury: Just like before, when he gets angry enough he will reach the edge of his insanity and attack savagely, additionally increasing his speed. Regeneration - Low: He recovered from extreme burns all over his body in a matter of weeks, which would have taken much longer for any human. Enhanced Senses - Night Vision and Enhanced Hearing: He can see into the darkness of a forest at midnight and hear the rustling of leaves caused by a rat walking perfectly, even when it was raining at the same time. Resistance to: Pain Disease Manipulation: This person suffers no consequences from never blinking, even though this deteriorates eye health and opens the door to various infections. Likewise, the scars left by the self-inflicted smile did not become infected. Fire Manipulation: Withstood being at the epicenter of a forest fire, suffering only minor damage to his skin Sound Manipulation: He freed himself from the pain caused by the strong static produced by Slenderman, which at first was so strong that it caused him extreme pain.

attack power

Attack Potency: Peak Human Level (Broke Randy's wrist relatively easily. [Statistical Value 1] With a blow to Randy's chest, he stopped his heart) | Wall Level (Bited Slender Man so hard that his arm was crippled. His fight with Slender Man was so close that the latter eventually left. He threw a wooden chair at Jane so hard that it broke on her back), increased with his knife (Allows him to kill humans with ease. With it, he cut off one of Slender Man's tentacles and an arm, being that said version of that story could hurt Jeff) Speed: Athletic Human (Can easily catch up to Randy and his friends, hit them without them reacting, and dodge their attacks) | Peak Human (Killed two armed police officers without them being able to react. Was able to hold his own in a fight against Slender Man, being able to jump towards him and quickly grab him before he could teleport away), greater with his knife (The minimum speed for throwing a knife is around this level. [Statistical Value 2]) even greater when enraged (Upon entering his enraged state, he was able to charge at Slender Man at such speed that the latter could no longer react to him) Physical Strength: Average Human | Athletic Human (Can drag adults with ease, even police officers) Resistance: Maximum Human Level (Withstands stabbings and strong kicks to his face and the rest of his body. Survived being set on fire with alcohol and bleach. He burned his eyelids and cut his mouth without feeling much pain) | Wall Level (Withstood being slammed into trees and stone slabs by Slender Man, as well as a large number of attacks inflicted by this same man, only getting up after being injured. Withstands being hit in the head with a piece of granite by Slender Man, only to be thrown against a tombstone by Slender Man, causing it to explode. [Statistical Value 3])

durability

Durability: High | High, he can continue fighting despite being severely injured and hasn't been shown to tire due to his adrenaline rush. His resistance to pain allows him to withstand a lot of damage. Range: Standard Melee Range Intelligence: Because he is mentally unstable, he rarely reason. Despite this, he has great handling of his knife, to the point of being able to throw it, causing it to cut off Slender Man's arm. In addition, he is quite stealthy at times, managing to break into other people's houses without problems, and has years of experience as a murderer, since as a child he killed Jane's relatives, and was never caught by the police. Weaknesses: His madness makes him attack impulsively, and he can underestimate his enemies. Armament: Kitchen knife, Lighter.

Part 1 of the story

Jeff and his family had just moved to a new neighborhood. His father had gotten a promotion at work. He thought it would be better to live in one of those "fantasy" houses. However, Jeff and his brother Liu couldn't complain. While they were unpacking, one of their neighbors walked by—a relatively young woman. "Good morning, I'm Barbara, I live across the street, I just wanted to introduce myself and my son," she turns around and calls her son, "Billy, these are our new neighbors." Billy said hello and ran back to play in his yard. “Well,” Jeff’s mother began, “I’m Margaret, this is my husband Peter, and here are my two sons, Jeff and Liu.” Each of them introduced themselves, and Barbara invited them to her son's birthday party. Jeff and his brother tried to protest, but their mother happily accepted. When Barbara finally left, Jeff confronted his mother. "Mom, why a children's party? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a child anymore." "Jeff," his mother replies, "We just moved here, we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. We'll go to that party." Jeff tried to protest, but stopped, knowing there was nothing he could do. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. Jeff locks himself in his room and collapses onto his bed. He lies there staring at the ceiling, a strange feeling slowly creeping over him. It's not so much pain, but a strange feeling. He ignores it and mistakes it for a random feeling, one of those that haunts you when you're experiencing a deep doubt.

part 2 of the story

The next day, Jeff is getting ready for school. As he sits eating breakfast, he once again experiences that sensation, this time more severe. A pain, like a slight tug, afflicted him, but again he ignored it. Liu and he finished their breakfast and headed to the bus stop. While they were waiting, a boy on a skateboard jumped over them, just a few inches above their knees. They both jumped in surprise. "Hey! What the hell?" The boy fell and turned toward them. He kicked the skateboard, and as it bounced off its side, he held it in his hands. The boy looks about twelve, a year younger than Jeff. He's wearing an Aeropostal shirt and slightly ripped blue jeans. "Well, well, well. Looks like we have some new meat." Suddenly, two more guys appear. One of them is super skinny and the other is huge. "Well, since you're new here, I'd like to introduce ourselves. This one's Keith, and the other one's Troy. And I'm Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood, there's a small fare charge, if you know what I mean." Liu stood up, ready to hit the boy, but his two friends each raised knives at him, offensively. "I was hoping they'd be more cooperative. Looks like we'll have to do this the hard way." Keith punched Liu in the stomach, and Troy pinned him to the ground. Randy approached Liu, rummaging through his pockets and finally pulling out a wallet. Jeff, motionless, suffered that unpleasant, cold, bristling, unbearably burning sensation. That was too powerful, too powerful. He stood up, but Liu gestured for him to sit back on the waiting bench. Jeff ignored him and walked over to the boys.

Part 3 of the story

"Listen to me, you little punk. Give my brother his wallet back, otherwise…" Randy puts his wallet in his pocket and takes out his knife. "Oh really? What are you going to do?" he mocks, waving his knife in Jeff's face. But Jeff, in a swift motion, grabs Randy's wrist and breaks it. Randy lets out a terrible scream; Jeff immediately grabs the fallen knife. Troy and Keith panic, unsure of their leader's screams of pain, and try to run away, but Jeff is too fast. He throws Randy to the ground and lunges at Keith, stabbing him in the arm. Keith yanks the knife out and drops it on the floor, falling to the ground amidst horrifying screams. Troy keeps running, but Jeff manages to catch him. He doesn't even need the knife. He squeezes Keith's throat and with his other hand delivers a series of punches straight to the stomach, forcing Troy to vomit up even last night's dinner. Liu is perplexed, dumbfounded. "Jeff, how?" she whispers briefly. They know they'll be blamed for the whole thing, so they start running as fast as they can. As they run, they tilt their heads back and catch a glimpse of the bus driver running toward Randy and his cronies. When Jeff and Liu arrived at school, they didn't dare share what had happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu reassured herself that her brother had only beaten up a few kids, but Jeff enjoyed the dark pleasure of feeling powerful, superior, the need to hurt for the sheer pleasure of proving it. When he got home, his parents asked him how his day had been, to which Jeff replied in a somewhat dejected voice: "It was a wonderful day." The next morning, he heard a knock on his door. He walked downstairs to find two police officers at the door and his mother looking at him with an angry expression. "Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three children, that it was not a normal fight,

Part 4 of the story

You wounded them with a knife." Jeff's gaze was buried in the ground. "Mom, they were the ones who attacked Liu and me." "Son," one of the officers said, "we found three kids, two stabbed, and one has a bruise on his stomach. We have several witnesses who saw them fleeing the scene. Now, what do you have to say about this?" Jeff knew it was useless. He could say that he and his brother had been attacked by them, but there was no proof of that. He couldn't say they weren't running away, because in truth, they were. So Jeff couldn't defend either Liu or himself. "Son, call your brother." Jeff couldn't do it, since he was the one who hit all the kids. "Sir... It was me," Jeff stated, "I was the one who attacked the children, Liu tried to stop me, but he couldn't." The policeman looked at his partner and they were both surprised. "Well, kid, looks like you're looking at a year in prison..." "Wait!" Liu shouted. Everyone was shocked to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled out their guns and pointed them at Liu, "Please wait, don't shoot. Jeff is innocent. I did everything. I lost control. I got beaten up by those punks and got angry. I have the marks to prove it." He lifted his shirt to reveal wounds and bruises, as if he had been in a fight. "Son, you just have to put down the knife," the officer said. Liu dropped the knife, raised his hands, and approached the officers. "No, Liu, it was me, I did it!" Jeff moaned with tears running down his face. "Huh, poor brother, trying to take the blame for what I did," Liu smiled sadly. The police took Liu to the patrol car.

Part 5 of the story

"Liu, tell them it was me, tell them, I was the one who hit the children!" Jeff's mother put her hands on his shoulders. "Jeff, please, you don't have to lie, we know it was Liu, you can stop." Jeff watches helplessly as the patrol car drives away. A few minutes later, Jeff's father pulls into the driveway, quickly examines Jeff's face, and knows something is wrong. "What's going on?" Jeff can't respond. His vocal cords are strained from crying. Instead, Jeff's mother takes his father to a separate room. Jeff cries relentlessly. After an hour of stray thoughts and dead desires, he reenters the house. His parents are sad and disappointed. He just wants to sleep, hoping sleep will make him forget his troubles. Several days passed, with no news about Liu. There were no friends to distract him, nothing but sadness and guilt—at least until Saturday, the day Jeff woke up to see his mother cheerful and smiling. "Jeff, today is the day," he greets as he opens the curtains and light illuminates Jeff's room. "What, what day is it today?" Jeff asks, half asleep. "Today is Billy's birthday," his mother replies. Jeff wakes up quickly. "Mom, you've got to be kidding, right? How can you expect me to go to a party after..." There is a long pause. "Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party might be the thing to brighten up these last few days. Now, get dressed." Jeff's mother leaves the room and goes downstairs to get ready. Jeff struggles to get up; he really doesn't have the heart to do it. He randomly chooses a shirt and a pair of jeans and heads downstairs. His mother and father have dressed very formally.

Part 6 of the story

Jeff, is that what you're going to use? "Better go and find something else," his mother advises him, hiding her annoyance with a smile. "Jeff, you have to dress well for this party if you want to make a good impression," his father explains. Jeff starts to growl and goes back up to his room. "I don't have any fancy clothes!" he shouts from the stairs. "You just have to choose something decent," insists his mother. He looks around, but can't find anything "decent." In his closet, there's a pair of black dress pants he kept for special occasions, but he's missing a shirt that matches perfectly. After poking around for a few more minutes, grappling with what fits and what doesn't, he manages to come across a white hoodie lying on a chair. It appeals to him, so he wears it. "Is that what you're wearing?" her parents ask. Her mother looks at her watch. "Oooh, no time to change, let's go now." They cross the street to Bill's house. They knock on the door and are immediately greeted by Barbara and her husband, who invite them in. Inside the house, there are plenty of adults, but Jeff doesn't see the slightest sign of a child. "The kids are in the yard, Jeff… How about you meet some of the children?" Barbara invites him cheerfully. Indeed, the children are running around the yard in cowboy outfits, shooting each other with plastic guns. Jeff stands there, somewhat awkwardly. Then a boy approaches him and hands him a toy gun and a hat. "Hey, don't you want to play?" "Oh, I don't think so, that's for kids, I'm too old for this stuff." The boy looks at him with a tender puppy expression. "Please," he begs. "Okay," Jeff mumbles. He puts on the hat and pretends to shoot the kids. At first he thinks it's totally ridiculous, but then he starts to feel like it's actually funny. It might not be super cool, but it's the first time he's ever done it.

Part 7 of the story

something that has Liu out of his mind. So he plays with the kids for a while until he hears a noise, like heavy, tiny wheels turning on their axles. Then, something hits him in the nose—it sounds like a rock. When he comes to, he finds Randy, Troy, and Keith, all just jumping over the fence, balancing on their skateboards. Jeff drops the toy gun and takes off his hat. Randy glares at him with a look of burning hatred. "Hi, Jeff, we have some unfinished business." "I think we're even, after all, I beat all of you... You're all shit!" Jeff snapped. "Oh, no, there's no way. I'll kick your ass right now." Randy lunges at Jeff. They both fall to the ground. Randy punches Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabs him by the ears and headbutts him. Then he pushes him away with a hard shove. The children screamed, running to their parents, who were still inside the house. Troy and Keith pulled guns from their pockets: "No one had better interrupt us." Randy pulls out a knife and stabs Jeff in the shoulder, causing Jeff to lose his balance as he tries to avoid the cold blade. Randy lunged at him before he could even breathe, kicking him in the face. Jeff strained and grabbed Randy's foot, twisting him in cold blood. As Randy screams, curled into a ball, Jeff gets up and starts to retreat. But then Troy's hand stops him, gripping his wounded shoulder. "I don't believe it." He grabs Jeff by the neck, still squeezing the wound on his shoulder, and throws him to the ground. When Jeff tries to stand up, he's kicked by Randy, who kicks him more until he coughs up blood. "Come on, Jeffy, fight me!"

Part 8 of the story

"Come on, Jeffy, fight me!" He grabs Jeff by the arm and throws him off the patio and into the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of vodka from the table and smashes the glass over Jeff's head. "Fight!" Randy yells, out of control, pushing Jeff into the living room with kicks and punches, "Come on, Jeff, look at me!" Jeff looks up, his face bloody. "I got your brother sent to prison, and now you're just going to sit here and let him rot there for a whole year! You should be ashamed of yourself!" Jeff starts to get up. "Oh, finally! Looks like you want to fight now." Jeff remains silent, blood and vodka dripping from his face. That strange sensation gnaws at his heart, burns in his veins, that animal impulse to survive becoming perverted, taking on the fire of primal madness. "Finally, let's go, up!" At that moment, something happens inside Jeff. All pious thought has died, all rational repression has disappeared, except for the desire for death, the ability to engender pain for the pleasure of savoring the suffering of others. He even experiences a vigor, a powerful energy that fuels his muscles, furrows his brow, and pumps his brain to the max with adrenaline. No, there are no thoughts, not even a word in his mind, only instincts, terrible impulses as unfathomable as nature itself. He raises his fist and knocks Randy down, who has been off guard, talking too much. Instantly, in a matter of seconds, he concentrates the force of his body into his fist and drives it straight into the poor devil's heart.

Part 9 of the story

Randy gasped, covered in sweat, thrashing around in despair. Blow after blow, Jeff tore his last breath from him. Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying children, even Troy and Keith. Even though those two are trembling uncontrollably under his horrific gaze, they hold their guns, pointing at him. Jeff, swift, rushes up the stairs, while Troy and Keith open fire until they uselessly exhaust their ammunition. Jeff locks himself in the bathroom. He takes the small shelf that holds hygiene items, like a towel and toothbrush, and pulls it out of the wall. Troy and Keith slammed on the bathroom door, struggling. Jeff then met them with the shelf to his head, knocking Troy unconscious. Keith, being more agile, bent over and gained momentum, dodging Jeff's fists and pinning him against the wall, digging his nails into his throat. From atop a display case, the container of bleach teetered from the impact and spilled. They were both burned, shrieking wildly from the sting. Jeff wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve and blindly bashed Keith a few times in the skull with the torn-off shelf, which he picked up from the floor. As he slowly bled out, Keith cracked a sinister smile. "What's so funny?" Jeff asked, puzzled. Keith took out a lighter. "What's funny," he said, as he activated the device and the flame burned at the tip of the lighter, "is that you're covered in bleach and alcohol."

Part 10 of the story

Keith threw the lighter at Jeff. As soon as the flame touched him, it ignited the alcohol in the vodka. The alcohol burned him... The bleach bleached his skin... Jeff let out a terrible scream, feeling like he was going to faint from the pain. He ran down the hallway, desperate, howling, and fell down the stairs. Everyone started screaming in terror, trying to help the burning teenager, almost dead, lying on the floor. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to put out the flames. When he woke up, he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn't see anything; he also felt the weight of another cast on his shoulder. He tried to get up, but collapsed. He felt so weak and sickly... A nurse rushed to help him. "I don't think you can get out of bed yet," he told her. Jeff sat up in bed, confused. Finally, after a few hours, he heard his mother's voice. "Honey, are you okay?" Jeff couldn't answer, his face was covered by the cast: he was unable to speak. "Honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police what happened at the party, they decided to release Liu. He'll be here tomorrow. You'll be back together again." Jeff nearly jumped for joy, which would have removed the tube connecting his arm to the IV. His mother hugged him and said goodbye. Over the next few weeks, his family visited him, and a few months later, the day arrived when his bandages would be removed. His family gathered to witness the last bandage being removed from his face. "Let's hope for the best," the doctor said. He quickly pulled off the last bandage, exposing Jeff's face. Jeff's mother screamed. Jeff noticed the frightened faces of Liu and his father. "What? What happened?" Jeff whispered. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and understood her mother's anguish and her father and brother's fear.

Part 11 of the story

His face. His face is hideous; his lips have been burned, like a deep red shadow; the skin that stretches over his face is white as snow, and his scorched hair reveals the withered black that replaced his chestnut hair. He ran a hand over his face. It felt like leather. He looked back at his family and then at the mirror. "Jeff," Liu sighed, "It's not that bad..." "Isn't it that bad?" Jeff muttered, "It's perfect!" His family was completely shocked. Jeff began to laugh uncontrollably, and his parents noticed his hands were shaking. "Uh... Jeff, are you okay?" "Being okay? I've never felt happier! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Haaaaaa, look at me, this face matches me perfectly!" He couldn't stop laughing. He stroked his face as he looked in the mirror. Why did he behave like this? You'll remember that when Jeff fought with Randy, his mind was ravaged by madness, a madness that lay dormant in his spirit and that rose up in a hellish and demonic form when his critical judgment could no longer contain Jeff's dark instincts. "Doctor," Jeff's mother inquired, "Is my son okay... Well, you know, in the head." "Oh yes, this behavior is typical of patients who have had large amounts of painkillers. If his behavior doesn't change in a few weeks, bring him back here and we'll perform a psychological examination."

Part 12 of the story

"Oh, thank you, doctor." Jeff's mother approached him: "Honey, it's time to go." Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still widening into a crazy grin. "Oh mom, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaa!" His mother took him by the shoulder and slowly led him to get his clothes. "This is what I brought," the lady at the reception desk simply said. The black dress pants and white sweatshirt were free of blood. Jeff's mother dressed him in a small room. Evening twilight reddened the sky when Jeff's family returned home, unaware that this would be their last day. Later, in the middle of the night, Jeff's mother was awakened by a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded like crying and gasping for air. Intrigued, she approached the bathroom and opened the door. The sight was horrendous. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile from ear to ear, furrowing his cheeks exaggeratedly. "Jeff, w-what are you doing?" Jeff looked at his mother. “I couldn't keep smiling, Mom. It hurt a little, but now I can smile forever.” Jeff's mother noticed his eyes, surrounded by black, not even blinking. "Jeff your eyes!" "I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned my eyelids. Now I can always see... my new face." Jeff's mother slowly backed away. "What's wrong, Mom? Am I not beautiful?" "Yes, yes you are. L-let me go find Dad so he can see your beautiful face." She ran into the room and shook Jeff's father.

Part 13 of the story

My love, take out the gun that...", he stopped when he saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife. "Mommy lied to me." That's the last thing Jeff said before he charged at them with his butcher knife raised. His brother Liu woke up suddenly with a nasty taste in his mouth and his heart pounding. He thought it was just a bad dream, so he closed his eyes. Just as he was on the verge of falling asleep, he had the strange sensation that someone was watching him. He looked up, but before he could say anything, Jeff's hand covered his mouth. Slowly, his own brother raised the knife, death grim in his eyes. Liu struggled to sit up, struggled and kicked, but the oxygen was escaping from his chest, suffocating him. Then Jeff whispered to him with a gigantic, twisted smile: "Shhh, go to sleep."