The Stalker
In the surging second of a tension, as rage and despair fill my mind, I twirl my worn out
body round. A simultaneous movement of raging hatred. Metal blinking in the dull light of
a table lamp, as we both look down each others barrels.
Our eyes meet with a hypnotic stare. My gaze locked onto his eyes as the tension grows.
Those eyes ; oh how I hate them now... now that I know.
And that stupid cold grin, I'll wipe that off for good soon.
He is hesitating? What's he waiting for? He is planning something. Something is going on in
his mind. I just know it. I can feel it. This monster that has haunted me for so long, so
many years now. This monster that has haunted me for so long. This heavy shadow over
me, taunting. All I've ever loved taken brutally away from me by his hand. I finally face
him. This is finally going to end. It's time! What is he waiting for?
I remember the first time it happened. How blind I have been. How could I not have
understood. I was 18 and her name was Heather. I still remember her beauty, and how I
loved; oh how I loved her. The first frail love, she was the first to die. That time he almost
got caught.
He was being sloppy, not careful enough. Someone had seen him. That never happened
again. So a witness dies, a case gets closed. .. And with this opening the doors to my living
hell.
The fuckhead made me find her. The images are still flashing in my head. Her limp body
hanging in our garden tree. The empty look in her eyes starring down at the red puddles on
our lawn. The first was the worst. Oh yeah he was smart. He let the cops close, he let me
closer. Still only as close as he wanted. It was a game, and he was the Game Master. He
loved to see the players scream in dismay as they crash head first into his dead ends.
In a jerking movement I move my gun slightly closer to him. His stare unmoving, a spine
chilling cold hatred as he copies my move.
Waiting. A twitch in his face, a reaction? is he tiring? I'm getting tired
It had been so long now. So many years of peace. I almost started to think I had lost him. I
started to relax, started to live. Danny
would have been two years tomorrow. Lisa was 3 and 1/2. The half was very important to
her; not anymore.
The static stare of hatred makes me shudder in disgust. An almost proud gloating coldness
as my eyes trail off. As if dragged away towards his work. The sight hitting me like a stab to
the heart. As if feeling a dull blade push into my aching body, salty flows trail down my
chin. I again see the sprawled body upon our bed. My love, till death do us apart. He body
lying there, twitched in an awkward position. Such an uncomfortable position it looked.
Screams of crimson still flowing fresh from her neck, making the small puddles grow in the
bed.
He must have heard somehow. He must have been hiding in the shadows. He always knows.
She told me yesterday. His name was Bill, it had been two moths ago.
During one of my trips with the force. We where investigating a murder up further north.
She told me she didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. She was lonely , she didn't mean
it. My love for her was so strong, it still is. Our fight was a long and painful one. But I
forgive her. Damn it !!
I forgive her !!
But I knew he wouldn't. He never had before. If he had heard, he would be come. I feel my
anger rise looking into those insane lost eyes oppose to me. Those clear blue eyes,
symbolizing all that I hate. Within them lies all my darkness, with in them lies all that I've
loved; dead. But now it ends. We meet at the crossroad on the ledge. I have nothing left. I
don't care anymore, as long as long as I get him.
My finger cramp around the trigger, giving in surprisingly easy. In a flow of anger I feel the
jerk in my arm as the bullet race off. Blink of metal as now two bullets fly towards each
other. With a crash the image of the monster shatters into thousand pieces. I look into the
blackness as I fall to my knees. No more. This must end.
I move the barrel of the gun to my head, pressing it against my temple as a tear falls from
my cheek. Thus dies the monster. I tense my finger muscles round the sensible trigger.
"Please let me have"
I can hear the mechanism start. Feeling it against my temples as if time has near stopped.
The simple device pressing against my temple as I scream my last word.
"Peace"
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