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Jeff knelt over the motionless corpse, completely drenched in his victim's blood; a big, dementing grin stretched across his face. He pulled back on his knife, effectively releasing it from the depths of the man's chest cavity, and stood up, admiring his work.
"Damn! That one really put up a struggle! Scraped me up like he was a cat on crack!! Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person than the thought of their impending death," Jeff said, chuckling and wiping the blood from his lip on his sleeve.
It had been a good kill; a GREAT kill! The guy even put up a bit of a fight. But, in the end, Jeff had succeeded in his duties by throwing a fatal blow to the mans chest, right through his heart.
However, it wasn't just a simple stab-to-the-chest-and-you're-dead kinda thing. No... Jeff wanted to enjoy himself a little. He brutally stabbed and sliced the guy up in several various places during the fight before finally delivering the fatal wound, effectively claiming the victims life.
Jeff even got a few wounds, himself, from the fight. What Jeff didn't know was that this guy was an ex-marine, trained in hand-to-hand combat and hidden weaponry. So when Jeff went to attack him, the man quickly reacted by turning and throwing out a clenched fist, nailing Jeff right in the bottom lip, splitting it open. This threw Jeff off a bit. He stumbled back a bit, trying to regain himself from the sudden blow. He touched his bottom lip and felt a warm, sticky liquid start running down his chin. He tasted the coppery liquid as it settled on his lips. It had been a while since he had tasted his own blood. He looked back up at the man, who was presently engaged in procuring a hidden switchblade from his back pocket. This was going to be a good fight, Jeff thought with a smile, and so the fight had begun!
They circled each other in the alley, neither one daring to take their eyes off the other. It was a few minutes before Jeff decided to make the first move. He lunged at the man, his knife held high in an attempt to strike him down, but the man quickly dodged the attack with a side roll. He landed on his feet, crouched down and jumped at Jeff, managing to narrowly slice through the back of his hoodie, just barely scraping Jeff's back with his blade. Jeff quickly turned and swung his knife at the man, effectively catching him in the upper part of his left arm as the man was turning around. The man grunted in pain and gripped his arm over the wound.
Blood glistened off of Jeff's blade from the moonlight illuminating the alley. He admired it for a moment, before being knocked back a few feet onto his back with a groan from being kicked solidly in the chest. Jeff picked himself up and glared at the man, growling. He very rarely ever let his guard down in a fight. It angered him how easily the guy had landed that blow.
Jeff stood up and regained a fighting stance, scowling at his opponent, his knife clenched tightly in his left hand. This guy wasn't just some ordinary victim from off the street; he knew what he was doing, and he wasn't about to give up his life to some pale-faced freak with a Glasgow.
This time, the man made the next move. He charged at Jeff, raising his blade to the side and swinging it back towards Jeff's face. Fortunately, though, Jeff was able to quickly dodge it by crouching down. Jeff kicked his leg out and swept the guy off his feet, making him come crashing down onto the hard pavement with a thud and a grunt. Jeff was about to bring his boot down and slam the man's head into the pavement, but the guy foresaw this and quickly rolled to the side.
As the man rolled to his feet, he recalculated his approach of attack. So this guy was as good at dodging and evading attacks as he was, no big deal. But he was also skilled with a blade, and that was dangerous. Though he didn't know exactly how skilled Jeff was with a knife, he didn't want to leave anything up to chance that this would be an easy fight. He had been out of the force for three years and hadn't really used any of his training during his leave, but that wasn't about to stop him from winning this fight. He was determined to make it out with his life, give or take a few cuts and bruises, but make it out alive, nonetheless.
Without giving the man a second more to think, Jeff ran towards him and slashed at him with his knife. The man tried to jump back, but Jeff still managed to get a good slice right across his torso. It was a deep cut. Blood oozed from the wound, staining the man's shirt. The man groaned in pain, gripping his stomach. He would definately need stitches for that one. Jeff smiled sadistically as the man wiped his hand off on his pants.
The man sucked up his pain and clenched his teeth and charged at Jeff once more. Jeff didn't expect him to recover from that wound so quickly, so this caught him off guard. The man swung his knife down, stabbing Jeff in the top of the left shoulder. Jeff yelled out in pain and kicked the guy away, releasing the knife from his shoulder. He stumbled back a bit and gripped his shoulder with his right hand. That had really hurt. Jeff was getting tired of this game. He wanted it to end. Besides the fact that the sun was about to rise in about an hour, so he didn't have much time left.
"This ends now..." Jeff growled at the man, a look of pain and vicious anger on his face. And with that, he made a mad dash towards the man. The man did the same and charged towards Jeff.
However, right before they collided, Jeff swiftly spun and managed to pin the guys knife-wielding hand behind him. The man hadn't expected this. His eyes grew wide with fear. Jeff simply grinned and thrust his knife into the man's back. The man cried out in agony as blood seeped from the wound onto the hilt of Jeff's knife and dribbled down his back.
Jeff retrieved the knife from the man's back, spun him around and pinned him to the ground. The man went to swing up at him with the knife but Jeff kicked it away.
Jeff swapped the knife to his right hand and said, "You, know, I'd love to stay and play a little more, but as it seems, I'm running out of time. So I'm gonna have to cut out little game short. Besides, it's way too early in the day to still be awake. You should probably Go To Sleep!" And with that, Jeff brought the knife down and jammed it into the center of the man's chest, piercing his heart. The man sputtered and coughed up blood, clawing at the knife, trying to remove it from his chest, but to no avail... Seconds passed by and eventually the man's eyes glazed over. His hands fell to his sides and his head rolled to the side. Dead.
The last thing the man had heard before passing was Jeff's sick, twisted, maniacal laughter, before drifting off to a world of eternal sleep...

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Jeff knelt over the motionless corpse, completely drenched in his victim's blood; a big, dementing grin stretched across his face. He pulled back on his knife, effectively releasing it from the depths of the man's chest cavity, and stood up, admiring his work.
"Damn! That one really put up a struggle! Scraped me up like he was a cat on crack!! Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person than the thought of their impending death," Jeff said, chuckling and wiping the blood from his lip on his sleeve.
It had been a good kill; a GREAT kill! The guy even put up a bit of a fight. But, in the end, Jeff had succeeded in his duties by throwing a fatal blow to the mans chest, right through his heart.
However, it wasn't just a simple stab-to-the-chest-and-you're-dead kinda thing. No... Jeff wanted to enjoy himself a little. He brutally stabbed and sliced the guy up in several various places during the fight before finally delivering the fatal wound, effectively claiming the victims life.
Jeff even got a few wounds, himself, from the fight. What Jeff didn't know was that this guy was an ex-marine, trained in hand-to-hand combat and hidden weaponry. So when Jeff went to attack him, the man quickly reacted by turning and throwing out a clenched fist, nailing Jeff right in the bottom lip, splitting it open. This threw Jeff off a bit. He stumbled back a bit, trying to regain himself from the sudden blow. He touched his bottom lip and felt a warm, sticky liquid start running down his chin. He tasted the coppery liquid as it settled on his lips. It had been a while since he had tasted his own blood. He looked back up at the man, who was presently engaged in procuring a hidden switchblade from his back pocket. This was going to be a good fight, Jeff thought with a smile, and so the fight had begun!
They circled each other in the alley, neither one daring to take their eyes off the other. It was a few minutes before Jeff decided to make the first move. He lunged at the man, his knife held high in an attempt to strike him down, but the man quickly dodged the attack with a side roll. He landed on his feet, crouched down and jumped at Jeff, managing to narrowly slice through the back of his hoodie, just barely scraping Jeff's back with his blade. Jeff quickly turned and swung his knife at the man, effectively catching him in the upper part of his left arm as the man was turning around. The man grunted in pain and gripped his arm over the wound.
Blood glistened off of Jeff's blade from the moonlight illuminating the alley. He admired it for a moment, before being knocked back a few feet onto his back with a groan from being kicked solidly in the chest. Jeff picked himself up and glared at the man, growling. He very rarely ever let his guard down in a fight. It angered him how easily the guy had landed that blow.
Jeff stood up and regained a fighting stance, scowling at his opponent, his knife clenched tightly in his left hand. This guy wasn't just some ordinary victim from off the street; he knew what he was doing, and he wasn't about to give up his life to some pale-faced freak with a Glasgow.
This time, the man made the next move. He charged at Jeff, raising his blade to the side and swinging it back towards Jeff's face. Fortunately, though, Jeff was able to quickly dodge it by crouching down. Jeff kicked his leg out and swept the guy off his feet, making him come crashing down onto the hard pavement with a thud and a grunt. Jeff was about to bring his boot down and slam the man's head into the pavement, but the guy foresaw this and quickly rolled to the side.
As the man rolled to his feet, he recalculated his approach of attack. So this guy was as good at dodging and evading attacks as he was, no big deal. But he was also skilled with a blade, and that was dangerous. Though he didn't know exactly how skilled Jeff was with a knife, he didn't want to leave anything up to chance that this would be an easy fight. He had been out of the force for three years and hadn't really used any of his training during his leave, but that wasn't about to stop him from winning this fight. He was determined to make it out with his life, give or take a few cuts and bruises, but make it out alive, nonetheless.
Without giving the man a second more to think, Jeff ran towards him and slashed at him with his knife. The man tried to jump back, but Jeff still managed to get a good slice right across his torso. It was a deep cut. Blood oozed from the wound, staining the man's shirt. The man groaned in pain, gripping his stomach. He would definately need stitches for that one. Jeff smiled sadistically as the man wiped his hand off on his pants.
The man sucked up his pain and clenched his teeth and charged at Jeff once more. Jeff didn't expect him to recover from that wound so quickly, so this caught him off guard. The man swung his knife down, stabbing Jeff in the top of the left shoulder. Jeff yelled out in pain and kicked the guy away, releasing the knife from his shoulder. He stumbled back a bit and gripped his shoulder with his right hand. That had really hurt. Jeff was getting tired of this game. He wanted it to end. Besides the fact that the sun was about to rise in about an hour, so he didn't have much time left.
"This ends now..." Jeff growled at the man, a look of pain and vicious anger on his face. And with that, he made a mad dash towards the man. The man did the same and charged towards Jeff.
However, right before they collided, Jeff swiftly spun and managed to pin the guys knife-wielding hand behind him. The man hadn't expected this. His eyes grew wide with fear. Jeff simply grinned and thrust his knife into the man's back. The man cried out in agony as blood seeped from the wound onto the hilt of Jeff's knife and dribbled down his back.
Jeff retrieved the knife from the man's back, spun him around and pinned him to the ground. The man went to swing up at him with the knife but Jeff kicked it away.
Jeff swapped the knife to his right hand and said, "You, know, I'd love to stay and play a little more, but as it seems, I'm running out of time. So I'm gonna have to cut out little game short. Besides, it's way too early in the day to still be awake. You should probably Go To Sleep!" And with that, Jeff brought the knife down and jammed it into the center of the man's chest, piercing his heart. The man sputtered and coughed up blood, clawing at the knife, trying to remove it from his chest, but to no avail... Seconds passed by and eventually the man's eyes glazed over. His hands fell to his sides and his head rolled to the side. Dead.
The last thing the man had heard before passing was Jeff's sick, twisted, maniacal laughter, before drifting off to a world of eternal sleep...