The story of Jane Arkensaw by Project Evidence Lyrics
My name is Doctor John Hill, I am a doctor who has large interest in the cases of Jeffrey Woods, Nina Hopkins and this case, Jane Arkensaw. So, to whoever is viewing this document, this story was taken from the points of views of not only Jane Arkensaw but also several witnesses of the situation.
BREAKING NEWS. A LOCAL WOMAN WAS MURDERED BY FAMED KILLER JEFF THE KILLER.
It's been six years since Jane Arkensaw father murdered her mother and framed Jeffrey Woods for the murder, like this town needed another reason for Jeff to come back. Jane was eleven and after her mom tried to take her away from her father, her father killed her mom and raped his daughter. Luckily, because of how long it had been nobody made fun of her for it, also, it was probably because they believed Jeff did it.
Jane woke up in her pajamas and got up out of her bed groggily, she walked to her dresser to grab her wallet, then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and she decided to multitask it and brush her teeth well she got dressed. After putting her bra on she looked in the mirror for a moment, she looked at her black hair, her green eyes, she had always been surprised that no boys liked her, she had the perfect body, her face was better looking than some of the popular girls in school, she was even best friends with the most popular girl in school. Her toothbrush fell from her mouth as she struggled to fit her top over her body. She put her pants on and grabbed her boots. She walked outside and there was a car parked outside waiting for her, she stepped into the car and a small brown bag was tossed into her lap. “Eat.” the driver of the car said. Jane reached into the bag and pulled out a bagel and a cup of coffee, just what she needed. She began to eat. “So, how’s your dad doing?” Asked the driver. Jane swallowed bite of bagel quickly and replied. “He's doing OK Megan.” Jane replied. The car arrived to the school and Jane and Megan got out of the car. They walked into the school and went to their lockers. After that they both went into their least favorite teacher's class, health with Mr. Hansen.
“God I hate Mr. Hansen.” Megan said. “He just seems so….odd….” “Yeah,” Jane agreed. “And nobody seems to notice.” Suddenly they felt a presence behind them. “Talking about me?” Asked a man only a few years older than Jane, probably about twenty three, Jane was seventeen. “N-no sir.” Megan stammered. “Good, I would hate to have to punish you two for gossiping about a teacher, now would I?” Mr. Hansen replied in a tone that made both girls uncomfortable. “After all, neither of your pretty faces would last long in detention with all of the crazy’s of the school.” Mr. Hansen said as he attempted to cup Jane's chin. She quickly moved her head away. “Anyway, you two better get to class.” Jane and Megan quickly shuffled into the classroom. Then Jane knew what was coming the minute she looked at the board, there was a picture of a woman's uterus and sperm entering into it. She knew what was going to follow, an in-depth description of how to have sex and safe sex and such, each followed with a reference to the “perfect girl” followed with a prolonged glance at Jane by Mr.Hansen. Jane pretended not to know what was coming and just sat at her desk pretending to hear the crap she had already heard in 5th grade. Then, as she was leaving she was stopped by Mr.Hansen. “Jane, I have a question for you.” “What is it Mr. Hansen?” Asked Jane. “Please. Call me Philip.” Mr. Hansen replied. “No, I think I'll stick with Mr.Hansen thank you.” “Anyway Jane, yesterday I heard you talking about wanting to buy a dress for the masquerade. How much is it?” “It's eighty dollars. Why?” Asked Jane. “Well, I'll give you forty dollars if you give me something I want.” Mr. Hansen proposed. “But I don't have any money. How will I give you what you want?” Asked Jane. “What I want doesn't cost money Jane.” Mr. Hansen replied. “Then why don’t you get it yourself?” Asked Jane. “Because Jane. I need someone else to get it for me.”
Jane was at home about to go to bed, she had spent the rest of the day thinking long and hard about weather or not to give Mr. Hansen what he wanted. She would get forty dollars for it. That’s half of what she needed, but, on the other hand she could just try to get money the normal teenage way, well, her dad wouldn't let her get a job, what other option was there? Jane slowly slid her hands down to her hips, tears forming in her eyes, near the top of her pants and slowly pulled them down, then she put her hand up her shirt and undid her bra, she pulled her shirt off and took off her underwear, then she grabbed her phone, she took several pictures in different poses and then she put her pajamas on. Then she laid there restlessly as she tried to fall asleep.
Jane woke up her pajamas and walked to the mirror, she got dressed and she grabbed her phone and walked out the door, she walked out the door to Megan’s car. “Megan, I need to stop somewhere before we get to school.” Jane told Megan. “Where?” asked Megan. “The photo place.” Jane said. “What do you need to do there?” asked Megan, curious. “Get photos developed, duh!” replied Jane, as if a seventeen year old girl in 2015 developing photos was a normal everyday thing. Jane walked into the building and plugged her phone into one of the machines and printed out the photos of her . She quickly hid them and walked away, spending the last of her money on paying for it, then she walked out and hid the pictures in an envelope. She walked back out to the car.
Jane and Megan split up to go to their respective classes, Jane had art. Jane walked into the room. “Today we will be learning about sculpting.” said Jane's art teacher Mr. Collins. “Jane Arkensaw, I hate to make you uncomfortable, but if you could take your clothes off and stand in a pose, wearing this of course.” He held up a blanket type thing that Roman statues often have. “And stand in front of the class, I would like the class to sculpt you. Of course, if you don't like your naked body being showed in front of all of your peers, you don't have too.” Jane barely took a moment to think before responding. “Sorry Mr. Collins. I’m not comfortable doing that.” She responded. “Fair enough. Would anybody else like to-” He was cut off by Hannah Vasquez. “I'll do it!” Hannah got naked in front of the whole class right there on the spot and grabbed the white sheet. “Make sure you sculpt me perfectly!” “What a slut.” Thought Jane. Jane snuck over to the scissors and grabbed a pair, she pulled out the pictures out of her envelope and used the scissors to cut the heads off of the pictures. After that the bell rang and Jane quickly slipped the pictures back into the envelope. Accidentally leaving the faces in a mess all over the ground. She walked to her health class and waited until it was over, every time that Mr.Hansen looked at Jane with that look after talking about sex with the right person, Jane would give Mr. Hansen a flirtatious wink and a sexy smirk. After class ended she walked up to Mr.Hansen and handed him the envelope, he took it, he looked at the pictures. “Good, good, here you go.” He handed her forty dollars. “What day is it Jane? I forget.” Asked Mr.Hansen. “Tuesday.” Replied Jane. “Well Jane, the dress you want is eighty dollars right?” “Yes.” “Well, next week, if you can get me more of these, I'll give you forty more.” Jane accepted and glumly left the room.
One week later
Jane was already starting to regret what she did. Jane got home from school and repeated the process, but this time her makeup began to run as tears ran down her face as she realized that what she was doing wasn't normal. Instead of taking a moment to clean up she realized one thing: A pervert like Mr. Hansen probably enjoyed looking at girls like Jane crying. She took the pictures and walked down to her dad's wallet, she took enough money to print and she did just that, she left the faces in this time, then she took them to school the next day. She collected her forty dollars. Then she walked away crying, the day ended and she walked to the store and bought her dress.
THE DAY OF THE masquerade.
Jane walked into school wearing her dress and her mask. Her mask was just a plain white mask. Jane walked into the room and was approached by a girl.
“Hi slut!” The girl said. “Uh, excuse me?” asked Megan. “You heard me! Your friend Jane is a slut!” Megan turned to Jane. “What? Jane didn't do anything though!” The girl looked at Megan. “Your little slut friend gave Mr.Hansen nudes!” Megan turned her eyes to the girl and than back to Jane. “Is this true?” Megan asked Jane. Jane began to feel tears welling up in her eyes, then she gave the girl a look of pure fury. She began to smile, than she heard them. The voices, “Fuck it all! Fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! Don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me!” Jane than realized that she was yelling this as well as thinking it. She than slapped the girl in the face and proceeded to hurt her more, she felt a twisted pleasure in the pain. She quickly realized what she had done when the girl went limp though, she had beaten her to death. Jane quickly ran away as fast as she could. She ran home and changed into clothes, she packed up more clothes. And she brought her mask. Than before she could leave her dad stopped her. “Where are you going?” he asked. “Out.” she replied. “Really? Cause to me it looks like your running away!” He yelled. Jane tried to run but her dad grabbed onto her. He tried to stick his hands down her pants. Jane kicked and screamed but nobody helped her, until she saw the shadow of a person, it looked like they had long hair, very long hair. They looked around Jane's age. Then he stepped out of the shadows.
It was him. Jeff The Killer himself, he had come for Jane's dad for framing him.
“How do you do Drake Arkensaw?” Jeff said. “J-J-J-Jeff! I'm sorr-” Jeff cut Drake Arkensaw off with a knife to his heart. Jeff than turned to Jane. “You got any gasoline?” He asked. Jane was frozen, what did he want with gasoline? “Fuck it, I'll find it myself. Useless bitch.” Jeff mumbled as he walked into the shed. He proceeded to drench Jane in gasoline, he pulled Jane's dad's lighter out of his pockets. “Don't worry. It only hurts for a few seconds.” Jeff then snapped his fingers. “I almost forgot!” He grabbed his glass of tequila and took one last drink of it before putting it back down, he grabbed duct tape, without anyone's knowledge he had been scoping out the house for the past few weeks. Jeff then grabbed the bleach and poured it onto Jane. Jane was soaking wet with alcohol and bleach. Jeff then lit the gas on fire and the house begun to burn down. Jeff than lit Jane ablaze too. Jane felt agony as she burned, Jeff just walked away. Than she blacked out.
“Jane? Jane?” Asked a voice Jane didn't recognize. Jane opened her eyes to see nothing but bandages, the slowly were removed and Jane saw a nurse. “How did I get here?” she asked. “A girl named Megan called 911 when she found you in your burning house. The fire department came and rescued you.
Jane found her mask. She wanted nothing more than to kill Jeff.
BREAKING NEWS. A LOCAL WOMAN WAS MURDERED BY FAMED KILLER JEFF THE KILLER.
It's been six years since Jane Arkensaw father murdered her mother and framed Jeffrey Woods for the murder, like this town needed another reason for Jeff to come back. Jane was eleven and after her mom tried to take her away from her father, her father killed her mom and raped his daughter. Luckily, because of how long it had been nobody made fun of her for it, also, it was probably because they believed Jeff did it.
Jane woke up in her pajamas and got up out of her bed groggily, she walked to her dresser to grab her wallet, then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and she decided to multitask it and brush her teeth well she got dressed. After putting her bra on she looked in the mirror for a moment, she looked at her black hair, her green eyes, she had always been surprised that no boys liked her, she had the perfect body, her face was better looking than some of the popular girls in school, she was even best friends with the most popular girl in school. Her toothbrush fell from her mouth as she struggled to fit her top over her body. She put her pants on and grabbed her boots. She walked outside and there was a car parked outside waiting for her, she stepped into the car and a small brown bag was tossed into her lap. “Eat.” the driver of the car said. Jane reached into the bag and pulled out a bagel and a cup of coffee, just what she needed. She began to eat. “So, how’s your dad doing?” Asked the driver. Jane swallowed bite of bagel quickly and replied. “He's doing OK Megan.” Jane replied. The car arrived to the school and Jane and Megan got out of the car. They walked into the school and went to their lockers. After that they both went into their least favorite teacher's class, health with Mr. Hansen.
“God I hate Mr. Hansen.” Megan said. “He just seems so….odd….” “Yeah,” Jane agreed. “And nobody seems to notice.” Suddenly they felt a presence behind them. “Talking about me?” Asked a man only a few years older than Jane, probably about twenty three, Jane was seventeen. “N-no sir.” Megan stammered. “Good, I would hate to have to punish you two for gossiping about a teacher, now would I?” Mr. Hansen replied in a tone that made both girls uncomfortable. “After all, neither of your pretty faces would last long in detention with all of the crazy’s of the school.” Mr. Hansen said as he attempted to cup Jane's chin. She quickly moved her head away. “Anyway, you two better get to class.” Jane and Megan quickly shuffled into the classroom. Then Jane knew what was coming the minute she looked at the board, there was a picture of a woman's uterus and sperm entering into it. She knew what was going to follow, an in-depth description of how to have sex and safe sex and such, each followed with a reference to the “perfect girl” followed with a prolonged glance at Jane by Mr.Hansen. Jane pretended not to know what was coming and just sat at her desk pretending to hear the crap she had already heard in 5th grade. Then, as she was leaving she was stopped by Mr.Hansen. “Jane, I have a question for you.” “What is it Mr. Hansen?” Asked Jane. “Please. Call me Philip.” Mr. Hansen replied. “No, I think I'll stick with Mr.Hansen thank you.” “Anyway Jane, yesterday I heard you talking about wanting to buy a dress for the masquerade. How much is it?” “It's eighty dollars. Why?” Asked Jane. “Well, I'll give you forty dollars if you give me something I want.” Mr. Hansen proposed. “But I don't have any money. How will I give you what you want?” Asked Jane. “What I want doesn't cost money Jane.” Mr. Hansen replied. “Then why don’t you get it yourself?” Asked Jane. “Because Jane. I need someone else to get it for me.”
Jane was at home about to go to bed, she had spent the rest of the day thinking long and hard about weather or not to give Mr. Hansen what he wanted. She would get forty dollars for it. That’s half of what she needed, but, on the other hand she could just try to get money the normal teenage way, well, her dad wouldn't let her get a job, what other option was there? Jane slowly slid her hands down to her hips, tears forming in her eyes, near the top of her pants and slowly pulled them down, then she put her hand up her shirt and undid her bra, she pulled her shirt off and took off her underwear, then she grabbed her phone, she took several pictures in different poses and then she put her pajamas on. Then she laid there restlessly as she tried to fall asleep.
Jane woke up her pajamas and walked to the mirror, she got dressed and she grabbed her phone and walked out the door, she walked out the door to Megan’s car. “Megan, I need to stop somewhere before we get to school.” Jane told Megan. “Where?” asked Megan. “The photo place.” Jane said. “What do you need to do there?” asked Megan, curious. “Get photos developed, duh!” replied Jane, as if a seventeen year old girl in 2015 developing photos was a normal everyday thing. Jane walked into the building and plugged her phone into one of the machines and printed out the photos of her . She quickly hid them and walked away, spending the last of her money on paying for it, then she walked out and hid the pictures in an envelope. She walked back out to the car.
Jane and Megan split up to go to their respective classes, Jane had art. Jane walked into the room. “Today we will be learning about sculpting.” said Jane's art teacher Mr. Collins. “Jane Arkensaw, I hate to make you uncomfortable, but if you could take your clothes off and stand in a pose, wearing this of course.” He held up a blanket type thing that Roman statues often have. “And stand in front of the class, I would like the class to sculpt you. Of course, if you don't like your naked body being showed in front of all of your peers, you don't have too.” Jane barely took a moment to think before responding. “Sorry Mr. Collins. I’m not comfortable doing that.” She responded. “Fair enough. Would anybody else like to-” He was cut off by Hannah Vasquez. “I'll do it!” Hannah got naked in front of the whole class right there on the spot and grabbed the white sheet. “Make sure you sculpt me perfectly!” “What a slut.” Thought Jane. Jane snuck over to the scissors and grabbed a pair, she pulled out the pictures out of her envelope and used the scissors to cut the heads off of the pictures. After that the bell rang and Jane quickly slipped the pictures back into the envelope. Accidentally leaving the faces in a mess all over the ground. She walked to her health class and waited until it was over, every time that Mr.Hansen looked at Jane with that look after talking about sex with the right person, Jane would give Mr. Hansen a flirtatious wink and a sexy smirk. After class ended she walked up to Mr.Hansen and handed him the envelope, he took it, he looked at the pictures. “Good, good, here you go.” He handed her forty dollars. “What day is it Jane? I forget.” Asked Mr.Hansen. “Tuesday.” Replied Jane. “Well Jane, the dress you want is eighty dollars right?” “Yes.” “Well, next week, if you can get me more of these, I'll give you forty more.” Jane accepted and glumly left the room.
One week later
Jane was already starting to regret what she did. Jane got home from school and repeated the process, but this time her makeup began to run as tears ran down her face as she realized that what she was doing wasn't normal. Instead of taking a moment to clean up she realized one thing: A pervert like Mr. Hansen probably enjoyed looking at girls like Jane crying. She took the pictures and walked down to her dad's wallet, she took enough money to print and she did just that, she left the faces in this time, then she took them to school the next day. She collected her forty dollars. Then she walked away crying, the day ended and she walked to the store and bought her dress.
THE DAY OF THE masquerade.
Jane walked into school wearing her dress and her mask. Her mask was just a plain white mask. Jane walked into the room and was approached by a girl.
“Hi slut!” The girl said. “Uh, excuse me?” asked Megan. “You heard me! Your friend Jane is a slut!” Megan turned to Jane. “What? Jane didn't do anything though!” The girl looked at Megan. “Your little slut friend gave Mr.Hansen nudes!” Megan turned her eyes to the girl and than back to Jane. “Is this true?” Megan asked Jane. Jane began to feel tears welling up in her eyes, then she gave the girl a look of pure fury. She began to smile, than she heard them. The voices, “Fuck it all! Fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! Don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me!” Jane than realized that she was yelling this as well as thinking it. She than slapped the girl in the face and proceeded to hurt her more, she felt a twisted pleasure in the pain. She quickly realized what she had done when the girl went limp though, she had beaten her to death. Jane quickly ran away as fast as she could. She ran home and changed into clothes, she packed up more clothes. And she brought her mask. Than before she could leave her dad stopped her. “Where are you going?” he asked. “Out.” she replied. “Really? Cause to me it looks like your running away!” He yelled. Jane tried to run but her dad grabbed onto her. He tried to stick his hands down her pants. Jane kicked and screamed but nobody helped her, until she saw the shadow of a person, it looked like they had long hair, very long hair. They looked around Jane's age. Then he stepped out of the shadows.
It was him. Jeff The Killer himself, he had come for Jane's dad for framing him.
“How do you do Drake Arkensaw?” Jeff said. “J-J-J-Jeff! I'm sorr-” Jeff cut Drake Arkensaw off with a knife to his heart. Jeff than turned to Jane. “You got any gasoline?” He asked. Jane was frozen, what did he want with gasoline? “Fuck it, I'll find it myself. Useless bitch.” Jeff mumbled as he walked into the shed. He proceeded to drench Jane in gasoline, he pulled Jane's dad's lighter out of his pockets. “Don't worry. It only hurts for a few seconds.” Jeff then snapped his fingers. “I almost forgot!” He grabbed his glass of tequila and took one last drink of it before putting it back down, he grabbed duct tape, without anyone's knowledge he had been scoping out the house for the past few weeks. Jeff then grabbed the bleach and poured it onto Jane. Jane was soaking wet with alcohol and bleach. Jeff then lit the gas on fire and the house begun to burn down. Jeff than lit Jane ablaze too. Jane felt agony as she burned, Jeff just walked away. Than she blacked out.
“Jane? Jane?” Asked a voice Jane didn't recognize. Jane opened her eyes to see nothing but bandages, the slowly were removed and Jane saw a nurse. “How did I get here?” she asked. “A girl named Megan called 911 when she found you in your burning house. The fire department came and rescued you.
Jane found her mask. She wanted nothing more than to kill Jeff.