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THIS STORY IS IN A CHARACTER PERSPECTIVE!
Stalker P.O.V
I had been following him for months now. I hadn't made a move on him... Until tonight.
I had always had an interest in him. His shyness, his tender heart, his green hat and especially his personality. He wasn't really noticed, always in the shadow of others, never noticed by others. But I noticed him.
Tonight was the night. I was going to have him.
It was late, around 9:30pm. He was just leaving his work place when I spotted him. I stayed in the shadows, making sure he couldn't see me. Oh! I forgot to mention. He doesn't really know me, I just sort of watch him.
He was alone. Yes! This'll be easy. I slowly followed him, being careful not to be spotted, but something confused me. Normally he walks in a slow, relaxed way, with his arms swinging and humming a little tune, but not tonight. This night he was walking straight as an arrow, his arms folded and his head down. Every now and then he'd speed up a little bit, so I would speed up. He would slow down, so I would slow down, then he started to sprint, so I sprinted. He started to run, so I started to run. That's when I noticed something. He was shoulder checking. He could see me.
Sh*t! I scared him! I slowed down and pretended to turn into an alleyway. He seamed to loosen up, but he did keep running.
Luckily, the ally that I turned into was a straight path that was right beside the side walk he was on. The only thing dividing it was a fence which was also concealing me from his sight. He calmed down after a while and started walking again, humming that little tune that he always hummed. I think it's called Greensleeves or something.
After a while the ally ended and I had to go back onto the main road, but I was a lot more careful this time. I made sure not to walk under any lamp post lights, I didn't make a sound and I was probably at least 20ft away from him, so he didn't see me.
Eventually he made it to his home. It was a large place, a mansion if you will, that was surrounded by trees and far away from civilization. It's like he wants me to do this!
He unlocked the door to his house and went inside. I would have just slipped in with him and got it over with, but that wouldn't be fun. I wanted to watch him for a bit, like how a lion catches its prey. It doesn't do it instantly, instead waits for it to wander a bit. I did exactly that.
I watched him for a couple hours, didn't video tape (though I wanted to) just watched him. He watched some TV, did some laundry, changed into his PJ's and even playing a little bit of piano, what with his house having its own music room and all. His PJ's was of a green and white shirt with green shorts.
I was watching him through his kitchen window, watching as he made his supper. I couldn't tell what kind but I could see that it was some sort of pasta (he is Italian after all). As I watched him, I got the idea to cut the phone lines, just incase he tried to call the police.
The breaker was, conveniently, right next to the window, so I didn't have to bend down at all. I took out a pair of scissor and opened the cap, then cut the phone wire. I put the scissors back in my bag and looked back through the window, but Luigi wasn't looking at his pasta anymore, not his ingredients and not his stove. He was looking straight at me, his eyes dead locked with mine. He had this face of both shock and fear. He slowly backed away from the counter then quickly turned to the kitchen door and bolted out of the room.
Good thing I cut the phones when I did! 'Cause sure enough he headed straight for the nearest phone, rapidly picking it up and dialing 911, but of coarse there would be no answer. I made my way to the living room window and quietly opened it. He really should put locks on these windows... Actually, scratch that. No locks means I can enter at will, and that makes me a happy camper.
I quietly shut the window and snuck out to the main hall, where he was frantically trying to dial numbers. I snicker up behind him, pulling out a chloroform bottle and rag as I did so. When I was almost there, he glanced behind himself, saw me and bolted away from the phone and up the stairs.
Man, he sure is fast. No wonder he's so slim. I bolted after him, the rag still in hand. He darted into the dining room and slammed the double door closed behind him. I heard the sound of a lock clamping shut.
Sh*t! He's got some tricks up his sleeve. Good thing I came prepared. I took a lock pick out of my bag and started to unlock the door.
Once I got the door open he was gone! Vanished! I looked around the room for a bit, but couldn't find him. I decided to into the kitchen and check there. I put the rag back into my pocket, thinking I wouldn't need I for a bit.
I opened the door and looked around. His pasta was in a drainer next the sink with steam coming off of it. Ingredients were strewn all along the counters and some on the table. The fridge was wide open, along with some other cupboards but other then that everything looked the same. I checked in the fridge and cupboards just to make sure he hadn't grabbed a knife to defend himself or something. Luckily nothing was missing.
Just then, I heard a creaking sound come from the dining room. I rushed out and saw one of the double doors swaying open. He was hiding in here the whole time! I rushed out of the room and right in front of me was the ballroom door, also swaying back and forth. I went into the ballroom, but this time I shut the door behind me. I quietly put a lock on it and tip-toed into the room. There was no signs showing that he was hiding there, so I went into the storage room.
As I was looking around in there I heard the twisting of a door knob. I smirked to myself. I peaked outside the storage room door and saw Luigi trying to open the door. I saw him take a tooth pick out of his pocket and he started to pick the lock. I casually started to walk toward him. It's over sunshine.
He glances behind himself and sees me. His eyes widen in fear and he starts picking the lock faster. I chuckle and take the rag back out of my pocket. We both hear the sound of a lock being undone then, as quick as a rabbit, he swings open the door and runs down the hall.
How the h*ll did he open the door?!! I go chasing after him, not bothering to put the rag away again. He ran into the Conservatory and closed the door. Seriously, it's like he doesn't know what else to do other than run into a room and close the door! .... It's cute.
I swing open the door and see him on the ground on the other side of the room, trying to get the vent open. I rush towards him and grab him from behind, then pull him back a ways. The second my hands touch him he starts to scream and struggle. I sit down on the ground with him and cover his mouth with the rag, then used my other hand to grab his arms and hold them behind his back with his elbows.
He makes muffled screams and violent struggles trying to get away from me. I press the rag down harder and hold him tighter. After a while he started to become weak, his cried becoming soft and his struggles getting dim. He looks at though he's ready to give up, then he seams to spot something on the ground. He extends his leg towards it, trying to reach it.
I looked at the where his foot was trying to reach and saw a small kitchen knife. So he HAD grabbed a knife after all! I pretend not to notice it, then when he grabs it and brings it closer to himself, I let go of his arms and grabs it myself, then toss it across the room so he can't grab it. He lets out a muffled cry when he sees me tops it away. The kind of cry you make when you know that there's no escape, and reality sets in. He struggles some more, still trying to get away from me, but to no avail.
Within a few minutes he's out, pretty much collapsing into my arms when he faints. I hold the rag over his mouth a few minutes longer, just to make sure he isn't faking it. When I know he's actually asleep I lay him down on the ground next to me. I take my bag off of my shoulder and grab the tape out of it.
I grabbed his wrists and flipped him on his stomach. I put his wrists together and wrapped them together with the tape, but gently. I didn't want to hurt his smooth and silky skin.
I do the same to his knees and ankles, tying then tightly but not too tight.
Once I reach his lips (his beautiful lips) I wrap the tape around and over his mouth and head, sealing his lips shut. I take a black cloth out of my bag and blindfold him, backing sure he can't see. I then pick up all my things and slug him over my shoulder, then carry him to the Master Bedroom where I lay him down on the bed.
He looks so calm and peaceful. It's cute! I wander around the room a bit, reading some of the books that were there.
After a while he starts to wake up. He fidgets and squirms under his bindings. He's not fully awake yet, but I can tell he knows what's happening. I go over and sit down on the bed next to him, making the bed sink down a little. He starts to panic when he feels me sit down next to him. He struggles and makes muffled squeaks.
I stroke his cheek slowly, trying to calm him down a bit. He flinches and shrieks once I touch him.
"shhhh.... It's alright. Calm down." I coo, trying to ease his fear. He squeals and struggles, moving his head this way and that trying to get my hand off of him. I continue stroking his cheek, moving my hand down to his neck and hair. His hair is so soft and smooth.
"it's alright. There's nothing to be afraid of. I won't hurt you." I continue, still stroking his neck. He ignores me and keeps struggling. My hand travels down his shoulder and across his side, making him squeal more. Every where I touch his skin seems to first back away, then starts to tingle. Like he himself is saying no, but his body is saying yes.
My hand continues down, across his side and hip, then I touch his leg. His soft, smooth, shiny, beautiful legs. I keep going over his legs. They're so amazing!
He starts screaming and struggling violently, twisting and turning his body trying to get my hand off of him. It kind of turns me on.
He starts rubbing his head against the pillows. I ignore this and just continue feeling up his legs.
After a while his struggles become less and less, which is weird because I'm not pushing chloroform against his nose. I look up at him and I notice one of his eyes is peaking out from under the blind fold, looking straight at me and all my features. No wonder he was rubbing his head against the pillow, and that he stopped struggling. By rubbing his head against the pillow he was able to lift the blindfold off of his eyes a little, and he stopped struggling because he was so focused on memorizing what I look like (probably so he could tell the police what I look like)
I chuckle.
"you do know that, since you've seen my face, I can't let you go now." I say, looking at him. His eyes (or eye) widens in fear. He starts shaking his head, then struggles fiercely. I gently take his blindfold off since it is no longer needed, revealing both his eyes, now with tears coming out of them.
aww, he's crying. It's adorable!
He chokes up sobs in between screams and keeps struggling fiercely. I place my hand on his cheek and stroke his cheek with my thumb. He screams again and cries harder, but he stops struggling. I think he finally understands what is about to happen and has just given up. I wipe away his rapidly forming tears.
"shhh. It's alright. Everything's going to be find~." I coo, smirking. I then pick him up and carry him out to the garage. I set him down on the stairs and started looking around for a vehicle. I find his brother's black, Honda car.
"sweet ride." I state, then turn and look over at my crying captive "do you think your brother will mind if we borrow it?" He looks up at me, tears still coming out of his eyes. He gives out some muffled words, probably asking me to let him go. I look back at the car and grab the keys to it that are, conveniently, right next to it. "Yeah, I thought so to." I say, turning back to him and start walking over to him.
I pick him up again and carry him over to the car. I open the back seat door and lay him across the seats. I gently grab his chin and make him look at me.
"now, we're going to be driving through some heavily populated areas. If you scream or make a ruckus, I will kill your brother, okay?" I say firmly. He chokes up a sob and weakly nods. I smile. "Good boy." I coo, then close the door. I climb into the drivers seat and start the engine. I click the 'open garage door' button then drive away, knowing that this will probably be the first of many wonderful nights.
Well... Wonderful for me that is.