Jeff stumbled through the dark woods. He had spent the evening in some harmless fun. Harmless for him
anyway. The father had cried more that the kids before Jeff cut him open.
“Fucking wuss” Jeff muttered “Little bitch didn't have any vodka or even beer.”
Fog began to move in as Jeff made his
way back to the isolated house he was staying in. It had been a
stroke of luck to find a house in synch a remote place Of course the people living there didn't think it was so lucky but Jeff handled that rather messily. Besides red was a good color for the living room and one got used to the smell easily enough.
The snapping of a branch nearby caused Jeff to look around.He couldn't see anything in the darkness but there weren’t many people stupid enough to follow him. He pulled out his favorite knife. It was still red from the evening’s entertainment
“Jane?” he called playfully “That you bitch?”
Silence. Jeff strained his eyes to
see in the pitch blackness that surrounded him. The fog was getting
thicker. It crept along the ground like a predator stalking a meal.
“Slendy?” he called next “Ready for round 2?”
Still nothing but Jeff could feel something lurking in the shadows. He strained his ears but couldn't detect any sounds...except... mixed in with the wind he could almost make out a funeral march.
Jeff caught sight of movement to his right. He swung his knife. The blade didn't hit anything but
something strong hit Jeff hard in the head. Jeff staggered back.
“Ah damn” he spat. Looking up Jeff could see who would be his next victim.
A tall muscular man dressed all in black, with a wide brimmed hat.
“Jeff the Killer.” the man spoke in a deep voice “Your time has come”
“You think so?” Jeff taunted the man
Jeff attacked the man again, he step
onto a fallen tree and launched himself into the air. His knife
aimed at the man's face. A hand shot out and caught Jeff's throat with a vice-like grip. Jeff sliced the man's arm with no reaction. In retaliation the man slammed Jeff back first onto the fallen tree.
Pain shot through his back but never lost the grip of his knife. He rolled off the log and found the man
standing over him
“You have stalked my creatures of the night for too long” the man said in his deep voice “now you face
the wrath of...the Undertaker”
Jeff laughed “You fake ass, steroid
using, actor wan...”
Jeff was cut off by the man kicking him
in the head.
“Does that feel fake boy?”
Jeff got to his feet. He charged forward stabbing the man in the stomach.
“How do you like that?” said Jeff smugly
The man responded by slamming his fists
down on Jeff's back. Jeff was driven to the ground again. He looked
up to where the knife stuck in his enemy. There was no blood.
“I play McMahon's game because it
entertains me” the man said “Right now, there are some pests that
must laid to rest!”
Jeff found himself hoisted onto the
man's shoulder then found himself upside down in the man's grip. His
face just even with the man's knees.
“So what now?” asked Jeff “ you gonna suck my...”
The man dropped to his knees driving Jeff's head into the hard ground. Jeff's body went limp, and his
eyes rolled back into his head. When his lidless eyes came back into
focus Jeff realized he was being dragged along the ground by his
collar. He looked up to see the large man dragging him through the
forest. Jeff tried to reach for his second knife but his arms didn't
want to respond. The man stopped and threw Jeff in front of him.
With effort Jeff moved onto his hands and knees, gathering his
strength for another attack. Before he could even think where to stab the man grabbed him around the waist and flipped him up so Jeff
was practically sitting on the man's shoulders before being hoisted a little higher then slammed onto his back again. The force of the
impact cause his eyes to go out of focus again momentarily
Jeff found himself lying on something
much softer than the ground or a tree trunk It felt like a firm
mattress..
“Jeff the Killer” the man said
Jeff looked straight to see his enemy
holding a long lid in one hand, Jeff realized then, he was lying in a coffin. The pale faced psychopath tried to move but his body would
not respond.
The man's eyes turned as pale white as
Jeff's face as he spoke one last time
“Rest...in...Peace..”
The lid was slammed shut, Jeff heard the lock snap closed. He felt the box fall a few feet. The last sound Jeff would ever hear, aside from his own screaming and cursing, was the sound of dirt hitting the top of his coffin.
When he finished filling in the hole. The Undertaker studied his handy work, a freshly filled grave and the
tombstone that read “Jeff the Killer”
The Undertaker turned his back on the
grave. There was still more work to do, perhaps one of the others
would be a better challenge that the pale faced lunatic he just laid to rest.
McMahon could do without him for a while, these things that dared prey on his Creatures of the Night would pay and pay dearly.
Next to Jeff's grave were several other
open graves each with a tombstone bearing names like
“Slenderman” , “Eyeless Jack”, and “Laughing Jack”
He would get to them all in time. They would feel the full fury and power of The Undertaker