Jane the killer character and story redesign!! >:D
Jane was 15 years old when Jeff and Liu moved in the next door over. She wasn't very social, but Jeff didn't seem to be either, and Liu was so overwhelmingly friendly that she wanted to speak to him again. They would often chat in their backyards after school, leaning over the wooden fence, and eventually both her and Jeff opened up well. They all became fast friends, and even started hanging out on and off at school. They would come over to Jane's house to do homework, hanging out in her living room with chips and pop and laughing so hard their stomachs hurt before the boys remembered they were tutoring her in math.
At one point, there was an incident where three girls from the next grade up, Jeff and Liu's grade, shoved her down the stairs and called her a dyke. Jeff and Liu caught them on the school yard, told them off, and Jeff fought the oldest girls boyfriend so hard they didn't bother her again.
They became basically inseparable over the next 11 or so weeks, almost 3 months, and then Liu was arrested. Jeff was inconsolable. Jane came over everyday, and for the first two days, she wasn't allowed into his room. On the third day, and for the rest of that week, Jane went in and laid with him in bed, hugging him tight and consoling him. She cut his hair again for him, she helped him wash his binder to cheer him up, she brought him snacks and held his hand. Jeff told her he loved her like a sister the day before his accident, and they both cried.
The day the accident happened, Jane had gone over to see him, and there was a note on his door saying Liu said to go for a walk. Delighted, she ran out to find him, and ran up basically as he was lit. Everyone was screaming, Randy was laughing. She stabbed him in the eye. His friends dragged him away as he screamed and cursed at her, and she ripped her jacket off, smacking out the flames and desperately calling 911. She saved his life.
Jane went with the Woods' to pick Liu up from Juvy, and stayed overnight with him for two days when he got home because they were both so upset. She wasn't allowed into the room for the first two weeks of him being awake, but Liu and her argued with the nurses enough they let her visit. She came when she could, but she was a high level student and her parents were forcing her into a lot of higher classes, so eventually the boys had to tell her to take time for herself, because she was worn so thin. She came for the ride when they went to pick up Jeff, and rode with them to drive him home. She hugged both of them tight, gave them her new cellphone number, (and they gave her theirs, she hadn't had one before), and said if they needed anything to call her immediately. They assured her they'd be alright, and hugged her goodbye, and she walked back home.
She was sitting in her room, still up doing homework at around two am when she heard a crash downstairs. Startled, she got up to go check, when she heard Randy's voice carrying up the stairs to her room.
"I know she lives here. Find that stupid bitch." Footsteps. Terrified, she ran into the small bathroom off her room, locking her door. Shakily, she called Jeff, the first person she could think of, tears streaming down her face. He answered on the third try, obviously out of breath, but she was too scared to notice.
"Jane? Jane I can't really talk right--are you alright?" His worry seeped through the phone and she almost sobbed, whispering.
"They're here. Randy and his friends, they--they're in my house, they're looking for me, Jeff I'm so scared--" She was cut off by a loud bang on the door, and a call of "RANDY, IN HERE!", and that was when she remembered her parents were out at a party for the night. She whimpered, backing up further into the bathroom. She heard Jeff cursing, then telling her to stay safe, stay there, he was on his way.
It was a matter of minutes before they broke down the door. Randy was there, grinning wildly, a large eyepatch over his right eye. Where she stabbed him, she remembered faintly.
"Heeeey, Jane. Who's that on the phone?" One of the boys mumbled something, and he barked a laugh. "Our old friend Jeff, huh?" He grabbed the phone from her, laughing, and she could hear Jeff furiously yelling into the phone.
"Ah, ah, ah, Jeffery. Don't be rude. I have a little debt to repay Miss Winters here. I'm sure you remember what happened last time we met." He grinned, and Jane felt faint and sick to her stomach. "See you around, Jeff. Welcome home, by the way." Jeff screamed, and Randy hung up the phone.
About fifteen minutes later, sufficiently beaten up, Randy's friends dragged her into a chair in the kitchen, tying her up. Randy crouched in front of her, grinning wildly.
"Now, Jane. I'm sure you know we can't just let you off that easily. You ruined my life, did you know that?" His face got dark. "You ratted me out, you stabbed out my eye. You and your stupid brat friends took everything from me." Some sort of liquid splashed over her body, and she gagged from the smell of chemicals. Randy was grinning again.
"Consider this payback, dyke bitch." She saw the window behind Randy smash to pieces just as everything got very, very bright, and then very dark.
Jane woke up later, how much later she didn't know. Everything hurt and she felt like a mummy, wrapped tight in bandages all over her face, neck, shoulders and spotted all over her torso and legs. Someone was sitting next to her, gently placing a bandaid on her thigh and mumbling to themself. She tried to speak, but her throat hurt, and she whimpered. The person jumped, frantically grabbing a bottle of water.
"Here--Here. O-Open up. It's just water." She recognized the voice instantly, opening her mouth and gratefully drinking the water down. Jeff sighed, and she cracked open one eye to look at him, proceeding to gasp and choke on her water. Both of them panicked, Jeff apologizing profusely as she sputtered, coughing.
"Jeff--What happened to you?" He blinked, gaping for a second, then looked down, rubbing his neck. "That's...a long story. But I'm okay, alright--?" She groaned, reaching out and slapping his arm, and he jumped, looking at her bewildered and almost looking like a kicked puppy.
"You are not, stupid. Those need stitches. My god, Jeff, you're a disaster. I love you though." She laughed faintly, and he blinked, flushing and perking up. "Heh, I--I guess so, yeah." They smiled at each other, and he looked awkwardly off to the side.
"....So, do you know how to do stitches?"
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- 15 (At time of incident.) 5'9", broad, naturally more muscular. Hair was burnt off and has scarring all over face and head and scattered down body.
- Lesbian, butch but not masc presenting
- Jeff and her just furiously rub their two braincells together to figure problems out
- Has PTSD, OCD, ADHD, Autism, compulsive tendencies, mild hypochondria, and general anxiety disorder.
- Knows karate, almost graduated fully before accident
- Helps Jeff with murder shit
- Neither of them know how to cook and they basically exclusively eat like, pasta and canned ravioli and takeout food
- Loves to read, steals books constantly
- Compulsive girl lover and flirts with Every Single Woman
