Chapter 4
"Face to Face with the Stalker"
I couldn't really imagine what Daphne was going through, but there was no doubt in my mind she was scared stiff. The most danger prone member of Mystery Inc once again found herself in mortal danger.
"Hmm," the stalker remarked, looking Daphne over. "You aren't like the others that have trespassed here."
"You're under arrest!" Daphne cried, her arm shaking while holding her gun. "Get your hands up!"
But, the Six Flags Stalker didn't care what Daphne was saying to him. In his mind, Daphne was probably nothing more than an obstacle.
"You know," he said, placing his hands on Daphne's gun. "I used to be in love with someone who was just like you, Miss…"
"Blake," whimpered Daphne, realizing the stalker's growing intentions towards her. "Daphne Blake."
"Shh, don't be scared," he whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you, Miss Blake. It's just that…it's been a long time since I had been with a beautiful girl."
"You disgusting...pp…pig!" she stammered as the stalker completely lowered Daphne's arm. "I know what you want to do with me. You want to kill me for trespassing on your property. Well, this isn't your property!"
But, the stalker didn't take the comment lightly and slapped Daphne across the face, knocking her back down onto the ground.
"It is my property, Miss Blake!" he said, as Daphne scrambled to her feet. "This has always been my home and I will never leave it. You can't make me leave it! You can't!"
Daphne wasn't giving into what the stalker was trying to say to her and instead raised her gun at him.
"I beg to differ," Daphne cried, taking a nervous gulp as the fear building up inside of her continued to grow. "Just give yourself up!"
"I don't intend to, Miss Blake. You're in my house and you'll submit to my demands."
"You are in no position to make demands."
But, the Stalker was not listening and instead slowly walked towards Daphne with a look in his eyes that meant he was going to do something perverse to her.
"So, you say," the stalker whispered, a small smile coming onto his face. "But, if you don't want to end up like the others, you'll do as I tell you. First, kick the gun towards me."
Daphne didn't comply.
"Do it. I know you heard me, now do it."
The stalker stepped back and Daphne did as she was told, kicking her gun towards the stalker, who picked it up and pointed it towards her.
"Very good," he laughed. "Now, slowly take off your overcoat."
Nervously gulping, Daphne felt her legs turn to water as she slowly undid her overcoat, sliding it off to reveal the purple business suit she was wearing underneath it.
"Your shoes," he motioned and Daphne kicked off her heels, first the left and then the right, leaving her stocking clad feet touching the dirty surface.
"Your pantyhose."
Complying, Daphne removed her tan pantyhose, beginning with her left leg and then her right, throwing them with her discarded overcoat and heels.
"Good, your jacket."
"But, I just bought this," Daphne protested, but the stalker wasn't buying it at all.
"Do it!" he barked in a sharp voice.
With very little choice, Daphne slid off her purple suit jacket, revealing the sleeveless green tank top she was wearing underneath the jacket.
"Your skirt."
Placing her hands behind her back, Daphne slowly unzipped the back of her skirt and slid it down, revealing the white half slip she was wearing underneath her clothes.
"The tank top.."
Whimpering, Daphne removed her sleeveless green tank top and revealed the white bra underneath it. Now, Daphne stood before the Stalker in nothing but her underwear. Humiliated, Daphne struggled to hold back tears as the stalker walked up to Daphne and looked her over.
"You won't get away with this," she whispered, silently crying as the stalker touched her slender and hourglass shaped body.
"I already have," he laughed evilly.
…
Meanwhile, I had been outside for a good long while and part of me was beginning to worry for Daphne. Trusting my instincts, I went around the back of the attraction and found the door ajar. I then went inside and I heard a loud scream that came from a woman and not just any woman.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!"
I knew that voice came from Daphne and I looked at the horrible sight of the Stalker on top of Daphne, trying to force himself onto her. Following her screams, I came across Daphne in her underwear with the clown figure on top of her.
"GET UP! GET UP!" I screamed, trying to force the stalker to his feet.
"And who might you be?" he asked, sarcastically. "Her prince charming? Well, now's your chance to be just that."
Pulling Daphne by her hair, the stalker placed Daphne's gun to her head.
"DROP YOUR WEAPON OR I BLOW HER BRAINS OUT!"
Now, I was living my worst fears. What I had always feared the most was happening to me. Daphne Blake, the girl of my dreams, was stripped to her underwear and had a gun to her head.
"Don't hurt her," I said, calmly.
"Then, drop your weapon."
"Freddie, don't listen to him!"
"Shut up!"
Gulping nervously, I threw my weapon to the ground and kicked it over to him. Little did the stalker know that I was planning to take him down.
"Let her go," I said.
"As long as you are in my house, the only one who gives the demands is me!" cried the Stalker. "I've had more than enough trouble with trespassers and I'm going to deal with you the same way I did to those worthless boys and those useless cops!"
"You're going to kill us?" I asked, waiting for my moment to tackle him.
"Yes, I'm going to kill you both," he answered, slowly reaching down to pick up my weapon. "And then, I'm going to feed you to the alligators."
Throwing Daphne aside, the stalker reached down to grab the gun and at that moment, I charged at the stalker, tackling him to the ground, trying to subdue him.
"Daph, call for backup!" I cried, as Daphne reached for my radio that was on the ground. "Get out of here!"
"But, Freddie…"
"GO!"
Grabbing her discarded clothes that she was forced to strip out of, Daphne limped her way out of the building as I took on the stalker, knowing that if I didn't stop this guy, he would kill again…