kill your heroes.

   Mouth curls into a grin.

     He really isn’t sure.

  Jasper’s confused... but it’s cool.

       Dilated eyes squint.

 Of course as soon as he is out of HABIT’s house, the weird people start to approach him. He’s heard of some of the other things he may run into —Proxies, was it?— but he doesn’t really know a whole lot even after all that time staying with him.

 Jay eyes the stranger warily, still tempted to get up and try to walk away. Maybe he could just run back to HABIT’s place. He wasn’t that far away, actually. Probably just a few blocks down the road to be honest. He hadn’t made it far from the doorstep.

 His grin and his words send another wave of unease through Jay. The southerner just shakes his head slowly and averts his gaze back to his own lap. That was really creepy. Not digging the smile.

  The smile drops, completely, and he straightens   his posture, pushes himself back on the bench   more so that he can swing his legs back and   forth to try and relieve some of the boredom.

  All that time, though, he spends trying to think   of an answer. Surely he can’t just tell this guy   about the tall man and suddenly be believed,   right?

         But at the same instance, he’s already          managed to freak him out a little bit.

  “ Me? I don’t want a thing. Well, I wanna     go home, of course, buuut... somethin’     happened and that’s not possible. How     about you? “

  Jasper perks up, sits on the edge   of the bench and rests his hands   on his knees.

   Some bench in the midst of New Jersey wasn’t his idea of a fun time. 

   He was beyond lost and he didn’t have much   that he could do. His phone was in   his bag, but who was he going to call?   Every number he tried wasn’t answered,   especially this late at night, and Jay   assumes he’s going to have to suck it up and   try to hitchhike all the way back down to Alabama.

   The sound of an engine idling caught his attention.   Luckily the bench was partially under a lamp post,   though not directly, and he turns his   head towards the noise in the   otherwise quiet night. 

   A figure walking with something in its   hand wasn’t what he really wanted to see.   There was no light for him to see clearly,   so it made Jay more than just nervous.   He shifts uncomfortably in the seat and he   puts a hand in his jacket pocket if only   to grab his pocket knife in sheer paranoia.

   Muscles tense visibly as the man(?) sits next to him.                      ‘Oh no…’   Blue hues gravitate towards the slowly dying engine   and he just stares.   Is that a chainsaw…? 

   Needless to say, Jay then brings his gaze up   to look at the one who sat by him.   The hand that’s resting on his thigh is fidgety,   picking at some string on his pants and he swallows thickly.   Who the hell walks around at night   with a chainsaw?

     Nothing new.

  It’s like he’s learned, he’s trained himself to notice   these things... for the satisfaction of knowing that   he’s causing the nervous ticks, the rising heart   rates.

  Eyes remain trained on the man, whatever light an   overhead street lamp offered casting even more of   a shadow and completely drowning out features--

          Everything but his grin, that is.           It stretches, curls upon his face,           and there’s a low laugh that joins           it, echoes from his throat before           dying down.

  Jasper’s been wandering aimlessly, still a bit   confused as to how he ended up here, anyway.   The last thing he remembers was seeing some   tall man in a suit, thinking nothing of it, and then   trying to mow his way through the asshole with   his index finger hard on the trigger of his saw.

  And now? Now he’s here... wherever here is.   He saw a sign earlier along the pathway, a map   labelled New Jersey, and he’s pretty sure that’s   where he is-- But since he saw it, he’s pissed.

         Where the fuck is home?

  The chainsaw is hanging from two digits,   the motor idling, bumbling along, and he   wanders a bit more, and a bit more,   until finally he decides to sit on the bench   beside some man he’s never even met   before, letting the weapon clatter and   rumble to a stop before turning his   head slowly, ticking it so black eyes   can peer right at the stranger.

                                                                      DRIP DROP,                                                                  SLICE AND CHOP,                                                                CHASE THE RABBIT,                                                                   HOP! HOP! HOP!                                                                       RUN AWAY,                                                                     I DON’T CARE,                                                       I WILL FIND YOU ANYWHERE :)

    lou montgomery, twenty-one years old,      was found murdered in a swamp just              on the outskirts of london.

     months later, his body went missing,   and to this day, he is reported to be seen      walking amongst the people at night.