The Stalker
Part 1: Observation
He watched as a red headed girl came out of the taco restaurant with her goofy friend. He had blonde hair, freckles, and a hairless rodent on his shoulder. As he watched, he thought about how beautiful she looked, the way she moved, the way she talked, the way she walked through life with such a high spirit. He loved her and at the same time hated her because of her status in society. She was a cheer leader, he was nothing more then a lowly gnat in the fabric of existence. He followed her and her friend, unnoticed in the night, it was very dark out side, nearly 10 pm. As he followed them, he had a strange thought come to him: What if he could make her his? What if he could do something to make her his forever? The thought ate at him like a bad conscious. He shakes it from himself as he follows them to her house. He watches as she gives her friend and hug and goes inside her house. He could have sworn that he saw the friend looking at her with love in his eyes. Love that would never be fulfilled. He had heard about Josh Mankey taking her to the dance. He hated that heartless bastard. He was one of the people who made fun of him and took his pants in the locker room once. He would pay, he would pay with his life soon, but for now, he had to focus on the job at hand. The job of getting Kim Possible to be his and his alone. Oh, the wonderful things he would do to her, oh so wonderful and painful things. He saw the buffoon leave the side walk whistling. He hated him, hated him with a passion. He was closer to the object of his obsession then he was. That made him very pissed off. He had tried to talk to her, but the snobby cheer leader looked at him with disgust and fear. All girls feared him. For some reason, they all feared him. Ever since he was in fifth grade, no girl would ever talk to him. He felt alone, betrayed, unloved. He felt as if there was something wrong with him, something that only other people knew but would never speak of to him for fear of what he might do.
He follows him to where he lives, as future reference that he may need to employ some time in the future. He watched him go inside, up to his room and fall in for the night. He made his way through the bushes. As quietly as a mouse. Walked up to his house and rang the door bell. He hid in the bushes again, someone came to the door, looked around, when he didn't see anyone, he went back in. he goes out of the bushes, careful not to make any noise. He runs away from the house. Looking back at it and thinking that he'll strike at this place first, once the time is right, he would strike at him with such fury that the cheerleader/hero would surely loose her spirit and be an easy target for him to have his way with her. He rounded the corner and headed for home.
A very beat up trailer inside a filthy trailer park with people lower then he was in this fucked up society. He goes inside to see his mother drunk as a skunk passed out on the couch. He goes to his room and slams down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, imaging all the wonderful things that he and Kim would do together once she was his. With that thought in his mind, he went to sleep.
End part 1.
A/N: I do so hope you guys like this story of obsession and chaos. I sure do hope so. I had a few issues that I needed to take off my chest and decided to write this. This is in no way a S.I. Self insertion. I am not the one whose point of view this is. Well, I hope you like it.
Part 1: Observation
He watched as a red headed girl came out of the taco restaurant with her goofy friend. He had blonde hair, freckles, and a hairless rodent on his shoulder. As he watched, he thought about how beautiful she looked, the way she moved, the way she talked, the way she walked through life with such a high spirit. He loved her and at the same time hated her because of her status in society. She was a cheer leader, he was nothing more then a lowly gnat in the fabric of existence. He followed her and her friend, unnoticed in the night, it was very dark out side, nearly 10 pm. As he followed them, he had a strange thought come to him: What if he could make her his? What if he could do something to make her his forever? The thought ate at him like a bad conscious. He shakes it from himself as he follows them to her house. He watches as she gives her friend and hug and goes inside her house. He could have sworn that he saw the friend looking at her with love in his eyes. Love that would never be fulfilled. He had heard about Josh Mankey taking her to the dance. He hated that heartless bastard. He was one of the people who made fun of him and took his pants in the locker room once. He would pay, he would pay with his life soon, but for now, he had to focus on the job at hand. The job of getting Kim Possible to be his and his alone. Oh, the wonderful things he would do to her, oh so wonderful and painful things. He saw the buffoon leave the side walk whistling. He hated him, hated him with a passion. He was closer to the object of his obsession then he was. That made him very pissed off. He had tried to talk to her, but the snobby cheer leader looked at him with disgust and fear. All girls feared him. For some reason, they all feared him. Ever since he was in fifth grade, no girl would ever talk to him. He felt alone, betrayed, unloved. He felt as if there was something wrong with him, something that only other people knew but would never speak of to him for fear of what he might do.
He follows him to where he lives, as future reference that he may need to employ some time in the future. He watched him go inside, up to his room and fall in for the night. He made his way through the bushes. As quietly as a mouse. Walked up to his house and rang the door bell. He hid in the bushes again, someone came to the door, looked around, when he didn't see anyone, he went back in. he goes out of the bushes, careful not to make any noise. He runs away from the house. Looking back at it and thinking that he'll strike at this place first, once the time is right, he would strike at him with such fury that the cheerleader/hero would surely loose her spirit and be an easy target for him to have his way with her. He rounded the corner and headed for home.
A very beat up trailer inside a filthy trailer park with people lower then he was in this fucked up society. He goes inside to see his mother drunk as a skunk passed out on the couch. He goes to his room and slams down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, imaging all the wonderful things that he and Kim would do together once she was his. With that thought in his mind, he went to sleep.
End part 1.
A/N: I do so hope you guys like this story of obsession and chaos. I sure do hope so. I had a few issues that I needed to take off my chest and decided to write this. This is in no way a S.I. Self insertion. I am not the one whose point of view this is. Well, I hope you like it.