Jasper opened the door to his house, stepping in. He jumped suddenly when he came face to face with his brother, Erik. 
"What are you doing?" He growled, eyes moving up and down his body, he paled suddenly, grimacing. Jasper followed his stare, his shirt had blood on it. Meeting his eyes again, he only smiled, moving past him. His brother turned the other cheek. Jasper didn't exactly hide his play things. Erik would enter the basement after the smell, which would drift upstairs, became too much. He had cleaned out dead mice, cats, and dogs. Erik was disgusted and scared, the bodies were cut open, his brother dissecting them with sick curiosity. He told his father that Jasper was insane, needed to be locked away in the crazy house, but his father never listened. Erik didn't know why, for his father never said why. Erik could only clean out the mutilated bodies, could only wait and see what would happen. 

Three days passed, Jasper, while scavaging for food in the empty cabinets, heard the news on the shitty T.V. they had. 
"A body was found near Bluevile Road."
Jasper stopped, moving into the living room, his brother was watching it, eyes wide. 
"An old camera caught the murderer."
The screen showed a poor quality picture of him, the body in the background blurred. 
"M-my mask. That's my...my mask..." Erik stuttered, turning towards his looming brother, he was shaking, eyes showing too much white. The anchor women carried on, 
"The attacker is believed to be a slender woman, in her early twenties with long black hair."
Jasper broke eye contact, a woman? They thought he was a woman? He was "slender" as they put it, but it was from lack of food instead of just a womanly figure, and his hair was long. 
Erik knew it was him, "Jasper, y-you..." His voice died in his throat as soon as his brothers' blank eyes snapped back to him. His eyes...they held nothing, no emotion, no feelings. But Jasper allowed himself to smile, an oddly soft one that only made him scarier. 
"Don't tell Daddy," He whispered, "I don't want to get in trouble." 
His voice was innocent, speaking as if he did nothing as bad as stealing a cookie. And Jasper disappeared through the doorway, leaving his brother to his own fears.

Over the months, Jasper killed seven more people, always just as careful. But quickly, he found he was growing bored, the voices were too. It was always the same thing, slash, and run. They bled out too fast and he could never savor the moment for long.
The voices snarled in his face, spitting all his sins at once.
"I know," He murmured repeatedly, head in his hands, "I-I know, I know, they're all wicked.... Redemption.... Punishment." He made a high-pitched whining sound, throwing his head back and screaming before he calmed down again, rocking back and forth slightly.
"Not enough."
"It's not enough," He repeated after the voice, "Never enough." He wanted to test his skills on a human, wanting to the same wicked things he'd done to countless animals.
A sudden, shrill beeping sound made him scream. Wildly looking around fro the source, he calmed, seeing it was only his bedside clock, one he stole, of course. Jasper became angry, realizing he still had school. He quickly gathered his things, rushing out the door.
When he arrived at school, he was instantly greeted with his school bullies. 
"Hey, faggot!"
Jasper looked down, trying to push past them. he was only shoved down again, taunts following,
"We only want to talk!"
"Don't go so fast! You only just got here!"
It took seconds for insults to turn into kicks, kicks to punches. Jasper could only curl up, arms covering his face, and take it. 
"Hey!" His hopes sore, was someone coming to help? 
A kid snickered under his breath, "Looks like Trevor's come to play!" 
Jasper should have known, should've recognized the voice, he should have expected this. The group backed up, letting Trevor into the circle they formed. Trevor had gained infamous popularity as the top bully of the school, he was the classic, the classic shoving kids in lockers, stealing lunch money, and wedgies. But he still enjoyed wailing his fists every now and then, specifically on his favorite victims. One being Jasper.
Trevor didn't hesitate to start, not giving him any mercy. Jasper was torn between the bliss of the pain and the fact that he hated it. 
Jasper started to change. The demons of his mind gnawed at the strings of sanity, working and working until it suddenly snapped. Jasper became oblivious to the current situation, forming a plan. As Trevor ended his assault, Jasper realized he had to wait. But good things came to those who waited, right?

The last class of the day ended, the loud school bell signaling the end that the kids could leave. They all piled out, chatting worth their friends, hollering, and whooping. Everyone but Jasper, he didn't laugh or talk to the friends he didn't have, he went straight out the door, straight to the corner of the school, a place hidden from view. And then he waited, watching the stream of students pour out like blood from a wound. Scanning each face, but not looking long until he jumped to the next. Finally. he saw him, Trevor.
But still, he waited. He watched Trevor joke with his friends, push a few kids, and then finally turn down the street, walking home. Jasper only moved when Trevor was far enough away that if he turned, he would not recognize him, but he would still be able to see him. But just in case, Jasper pulled his hood on, stuffing his hair into it, and pointed his face to the ground, but refusing to look away from his prey. 
This continued for twenty minutes, before Trevor suddenly turned at a happy looking house, bounding up the steps and unlocking the door with a hidden key. So he was alone? Jasper smiled, this was coming together perfectly. But, he still waited, hiding behind an empty house, one ready to be sold. Dropping his bag, he dug through it until he found the mask. He pulled it on quickly, keeping his hood on. After that, he stood there for what had to be hours, waiting until the sun was starting to set. And when his eyes landed on the first star, he put the final part of his plan in motion. He moved stealthily, quiet as a mouse, slinking across the street and up the steps of his soon-to-be victims home. His parents still weren't home, the door unlocked. He swung it open slowly, stepping into the dark home before re-shutting it.
"Dad?" 
His eyes snapped to a set of stairs across the room, that ugly voice drifting down them,
"Dad is that you? Are you home?" Slowly, Jasper drew his hunting knife, stepping slowly towards the staircase. Trevor went quiet, possibly assuming he was correct and going back to what he was doing. Climbing the stairs, he counted each one that creaked, four. Standing at the top, he stared at the one door that was slightly ajar, light filtering through. Jasper suppressed a giggle, this was all too easy. He moved quicker, slamming open the door, making the other one scream and drop what he held, a phone clattered to the ground. Trevor was on his bed, but seeing the masked intruder, he scrambled off, yelling instantly, "Who the hell are you!? What are you doing in my home!?"
Jasper paused, of course, he wouldn't recognize him. Jasper wanted Trevor to know who took his life, however, reaching up slowly to discard the mask. Trevor's eyes blazed when he saw him, "Y-you..What the fuck!? How did you get in here!? You fucking faggot, get out!" He took a threatening step forward, more confident this time. He was stronger than Jasper, they both knew that. But Jasper had a knife, a big sharp one. Jasper knew was he was doing. Jasper had experience. The armed boy suddenly surged forward, deciding to take him by surprise. It worked, Trevor yelped and scrambled back, not expecting this. Swinging quickly, he sliced his leg, making him fall. Trevor screamed, the wound was deep, keeping him from standing. "What the fuck are you doing!?" He screamed, pain making his voice shake. Jasper smiled, "How does it feel to be the victim?" Trevor said nothing, eyes widening slightly.
Jasper continued, "You don't know what it's like. To live in fear, never knowing when someone will pop out and hurt you. Well, now I guess you do." 
The bully was now reduced to nothing, he was scared. Never in his life did he live in fear, he was always causing it. Jasper was towering over him, just as he did countless times to the boy himself. He was at his mercy. 
"D-don't do this, please," He begged, tears streaming from his eyes. Jasper only chuckled, "Funny, I've begged you not to do things. but you never listened, so why should I?"
Trevor sobbed, "I'm sorry! P-please! I-I'll never hurt y-you again!" Jasper raised his knife, "Don't you think it's too late to apologize?" He could feel his demons wrapping their hands around his, urging him to do it. Before his prey could say anything else, Jasper jumped at him, forcing him down and dragging the knife roughly across his throat. The wound was messy and jagged, blood bubbling out. The victims' screams turned into gurgles, he began drowning on his own blood. Jasper watched him suffer, watched him try to stop the bleeding, a futile action. Slowly, the life drained from his eyes, the river of blood grew to a steady stream. Satisfying his blood lust, Jasper exited through the back door, working his way back to the empty house he waited behind. Grabbing the back he left behind, he ran, cutting behind many backyards before stopping when he reached the edge of the woods. When he was positive no one could see him, he through the mask and knife into his bag, stuffing the blood jacket in afterward. Jasper calmed his frizzled hair and straightened his clothing. When he was satisfied with how he looked, he began backtracking to the school and finally making his way home. 
The voices were satisfied once more. 
But how long would that last?