There's nothing like a mad woman.
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(Y/n) Stark
"So... did you like my bra?"
I ask.
Life as an anonymous serial killer used to be so simple. As long as I do my things in private, keep out of sight, and don't hang out with anyone at college so they don't intervene. But now, I've got a stalker.
A-guy-in-class, he used to be one of them. But now I know his name is Peter Parker, he follows me everywhere, making it hard to lose his sight and go do my own thing. Things like murdering people.
Being a killer requires knowing basic simple stalker traits, therefore; I know when I am being followed at all times. It's going to wreck me up unless I get this mess sorted out.
But when you have routines together, living in the same neighborhood, going to the same college. I knew I'd bound up to blow my cover one day. And today when I thoughts I lost him around the suburb rides, he managed to show up at my cabin.
To hell with it then.
"I said, did you like my bra?" I ask. After I tie him up with some ropes.
Peter Parker is all confused and lost. He obviously didn't know I knew he followed.
So I slap him. Hard.
That sends his attention back straight to my question. Peter Parker blinks repeatedly multiples times then gulps. "The bras... ugh, which one?"
"Lucifer help me."
I sit back down on my wooden chair.
"You're making this so hard for me."
"I..."
"Listen here. It's one thing stalking people. It's another thing killing people. And it's a whole another big pile things of shit stalking a killer."
"You... are a killer?" He asks. He looks like a lost puppy that can't find its way home.
"Look at what I just did to Coby. I killed him. But he can't confirm that only because he's dead."
"I— I..." Peter closes his red, welled-up eyes and nods repeatedly. "I am just, trying to process this."
"Process this...?"
"I didn't think you were..."
"Like this?" I ask, not sarcastically anymore. I actually wonder what made him stalked me. "Like a lunatic?"
"..."
"What did you expect from me? The quiet, shy girl needing help?"
"I saw you on the street that day." He looks at me, sniffing his red nose. "It was raining, the storm was approaching. I was running, and so were you. We bumped into each other, I stared into those eyes of yours before..."
I just look at him as he says, it was me for sure, but not the killer side of me. Whoever he thought I was, he completely believed in her.
"...You had blood on your face. When you looked at me, you looked scared."
He's talking about that day.
"But I saw through you. That you weren't hurt. And they weren't your own blood... I thought I'd lost you forever but then you were transferred, and I just needed an answer."
"I don't even remember you that day."
"I knew that." He says sadly, no, I'm not sure. Maybe he said that with some loneliness. I don't understand feelings.
"So that's it?" I ask, "You just saw me, and with one looked you knew something was off."
"I didn't know it was this... off." He stares at dead Coby. "That's why I'm processing everything."
"And that leads us to this mess. Damn, couldn't you have just left me alone peacefully murdering people?!"
I shout with frustration, the last thing I want is for my cover to be blown. I've been doing this for five years, I can't risk him ruing everything I've done. Even if I need him to die.
"But that is the point! I know now that you kill, but it doesn't explain to me about the first time we met!"
My blood boils instantly.
I grab Peter Parker by the throat and smash him to the wall.
"This is not about us Parker! It's not about you and I meeting by faith or whatever love story bullshit you think is going on. It's about me, having to kill you."
Peter gasps, he looks at me with red eyes. Speechless and fearful for quite some time. Then he begs with a soft voice.
"If you let me go. I would never tell anyone."
"Famous last word."
"I really won't tell. I swear on my parents. I... still glorify you, and I would never put you at risk."
He is not right in the head. Isn't he?
I just killed a dude in front of him, and he still glorifies me. I'm confused.
"Will you be able to stop stalking me then."
"..."
"This is getting old now, and I have a body to get rid of." I say. "Listen, I don't wanna kill you. As for as I'm concerned you're just a creep who stalks me, not one that did something wrong and got away. But I really can't set you free."
"But..."
"No buts, I'm sorry Peter. You got yourself into this mess. I will make sure your family finds your body in some unfortunate incident." I hold up a baseball bat. Taking a swing.
When Peter Parker jumps up at me and stabs a knife into my leg.
Sharp pain sends through my body in shock, I fall down and screams out. Then watch Peter standing up, he had cut himself loose from the ropes with a little dagger, that's currently piercing near my bones right now.
"Fucking hell!" I shout at him.
"Please don't hate me (Y/n). I would never tell. I swear to god. I just don't wanna die. I didn't wanna hurt you." He backs away. Looking real sorry and sad about what he did, but he must be lying.
I bite my lips and stare at him with rage. "If you run to the police Peter, my father's men will kill you and your whole family before you even see it coming, before I even get death sentences. If you do that and my father gets me out, I would feed you to my pythons alive."
"I would, never, ever tell." He begs for trust. Then run off the room, shouting back. "I'll see you at uni tomorrow!"
I listen to the cabin's door slam shut and he disappears into the forest in confusion. What the hell was that?
Sitting in pain and panic, I know I need help as I cannot stand and I can't take the damn dagger off by myself without risking bleeding to death.
I crawl to get my phone. Then I make a call. Feels like a lifetime before he picks up.
"Hello. I need your help."
[Never picked up my calls once and now you need help.]
"I really need you to come to my Cabin right now. I'm injured."
[Did you lose your target?]
I look at the door Peter just left, I sure did, but then I look at dead Coby, and lie.
"No. He... stabbed me. But he's dead now. I didn't break my codes."
[How bad is your wound?]
"I've got it under control! Pressuring it! Could you just get here as fast as possible?!"
Silence falls into our conversation. I can sense he knows something is wrong.
[Is there something you're not telling me, (Y/n)?]
I take a deep breath, trying to hide my rage from the tone of my voice.
"Not a single thing, Loki."
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