Chat Room
Chapter one "Tommygirl27"
A/N: Okay people, if this story doesn't make you think twice before talking in a chat room or i.m.ing someone you don't really know, then nothing will because this story is freak-y. Trust me, you will be scared. This might be confusing, there are going to be two endings to this story, a PG-13 and an R, but I will tell you which is which and all the chapters up to it will be PG-13 unless otherwise specified. Oh and I just made up the website in the story, so I don't even know if AOL has a teen chat site, so yeah, anyway, Here we go:
Piper Halliwell stared at her computer screen boredly and clicked on to various websites, mtv.com. was her favorite, but even that seemed boring today. Suddenly her computer jingled, signaling that she was being instant messaged. Piper clicked on the instant message screen and smiled when she saw her friend, Cassie's screen name pop up. "Hey Cassie, what's up?" Pier typed in and clicked 'send'. "Nothing much, I found a cool chat room" Cassie typed back. "Go to AOL teen chat" Cassie told her. Piper typed it in and soon popped up a colorful screen asking for her screen name, she typed in her usual: Piper05 and clicked the button to continue. Once she got into the chat room she saw Cassie's screen name along with a bunch of others she didn't recognize. Piper clicked on Cassie's- Cassie2003 and started to talk to her again.
A few minutes later into their conversation another name popped up in to chat, Tommygirl27. "Hey what's up?" Tommygirl27 wrote. Piper paused trying to remember if she had seen that screen name before and couldn't remember if it belonged to one of her friends or not. "Hey" Cassie answered. "a/s/l?" Tommygirl27 replied. "14/f/ca" Cassie responded immediately but Piper hesitated, Grams had always told her not to give out any information about her self over the internet to people she didn't know. But what harm could just giving out her age, sex and state really cause. "14/f/ca" Piper answered before asking "You?" "14/f/ca too!" Tommygirl27 replied. "Cool" Cassie and Piper both typed. Wow, what were the odds they would meet another girl their own age who lived in their state too? "Yeah, cool" Tommygirl27 answered "What city do you two live in, maybe we live in the same" "San Fran" Cassie typed back. "Me too" Piper answered.
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San Francisco, hmm… that's not far, thought Dominic as he looked at a paper map tacked to the wall in the office of his shabby run down Fresno California home and mentally calculated how many hours it would take him to drive there, probably 3, 4 at most, if his old 87 Buick didn't break down on the way. "Wow, I live really close to San Fran" Dominic typed in reply, happy that he'd chosen Tommygirl as his screen name, it was very unassuming, very believable for a 14-year –old girl to have. And he'd started to get concerned that the police were catching on to his last one, Butterfly19, this was all a game to him. Go online. Pose as a teen girl or boy depending on the mood he was in that day and meet other teenagers. If any of them seemed particularly interesting or gave out information too easily, then he'd persist. E-mail them regularly and suggest that they meet. If they were unwilling, then he'd come and find them. It wasn't hard usually. All kids' parents told them not to give out the major information, full name, address, or telephone number. But it was the little things they slipped up on. They unknowingly gave details about their school, or landmarks around their house or a thousand other little things that would go unnoticed by the average person and only noticed by someone who was looking-someone like Dominic. Then once he'd kidnapped his victims, or conquests, as he called them, he'd keep them for a few days, a week at most, alternately raping and beating them, sometimes he'd kill them sometimes not. But an old Fresno neighborhood with overgrown trees and neighbors who kept to themselves was an excellent place to hide a body, or many.
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Piper looked at the clock on her computer screen and her eyes widened, She, Cassie and Tommygirl27 had been talking for almost an hour already. I'd better do my homework, Piper thought, looking over at her backpack that she dropped by her door when she'd gotten home from school. "I have to go do homework" Piper typed into the computer. "Okay, see you at school tomorrow" Cassie answered. "Hey, give me your e-mail address before you log off" Tommygirl27 asked and Piper didn't think twice before typing in Piper05@msn .com into the computer. "Cool, mine is Tommygirl27@aol .com" Tommygirl27 answered. "Thanks" Piper replied before logging off.
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That was easier than most, Dominic thought, logging off an hour later after talking to Cassie and getting all the information he needed-for now. Little Cassie seemed to be a well of information. She was obviously a lonely kid with not many friends, Dominic suspected that Piper was too, but he couldn't get a good read on her, she seemed distrustful, guarded. But at least he'd gotten her e-mail address. That was a start and Dominic always loved a challenge. But first things first, he had to write down all of Cassie's information before he forgot it. Let's see…Cassie Johnson, San Francisco, age 14. Damn, Dominic swore, pulling out a phone book. Johnson was such a popular last name; there'd be a million of them in the phone book. He wished he had Piper's last name, that way he could find Cassie through her too.
Come on Dom, think, he ordered himself. Cassie Johnson…age 14….San Francisco…., so that's, what? 8th grade, 9th? Ninth, Dominic decided, remembering one of the girls mention something about going to homecoming, and 9th was high school. How many high schools could there be in San Francisco? Dominic opened the phone book to the yellow pages and looked up high schools; there was only two, Eaglecrest, a private school and Baker, a public one.
Dominic decide to call Baker first, the girls didn't seem rich enough to attend private school. "Baker High School" a receptionist answered on the third ring. "Hello, this is Cassie Johnson's father" Dominic said, trying to sound as authorative as possible "I need to pick Cassie up from school early tomorrow for a doctor's appointment, will that be a problem?" "No, not at all, Mr. Johnson" the receptionist replied and Dominic could hear her type something into her computer. "Cassie's last period class is science, in room 12; you could just sign her out at the office" "It's been a while since I'd taken her to school, could you give me directions? I have a terrible memory" Dominic said, feigning the overworked underappreciated parent bit that he knew worked so well. "Sure Mr. Johnson" the receptionist replied, giving him directions. By the time Dominic had gotten off the phone, he had everything he needed; directions to the school, a confirmation that Cassie did indeed go there and even the room of her last period class. Some times people made it almost too easy, but still, Dominic knew he should wait and get to know both of them better, suggest they meet. The way he always did. But he just couldn't help himself, he'd waited so long for this kind of opportunity, he hadn't had a conquest in almost a year and was getting restless.
So he made a plan, he'd take Cassie first and deal with Piper later, she would be is challenge. And Cassie, he could use her to learn everything he needed to, to get to Piper. Dominic looked down at the paper where he'd hastily scribbled down the information on Cassie. "Cassie Johnson, I'm coming for you" he said aloud with a raspy laugh "I can't wait to meet you."
A/N: Scared yet? I know it's a freaky story, but is it a good freaky story? I want to know. Please R&R.