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Author's Note: For those of you who are new and decided to check out my work, I'm Whisper. Or at least that's what I call myself. My real name is Lindsey and I'll be 17 this Friday. I don't know how often I can update this story because I'm currently trying to finish another. So if you dig this story, check out my other's by clicking on my penname and read Not Himself and then Green Eggs and Ham. Enjoy! Also, if you see the stars it's a scene change.
Dedication: The only reason I've kept writing is because of my other fans. You guys are the best!
Ch 1
Logan stared at his computer screen in disbelief. It was the fourth stylized killing that week. It had police baffled, but not him. He knew the killer's signature; he always left his calling card. Logan concluded he'd better call Max and warn her.... ****
It had taken forever to track Alec, and now he'd done it. He had been sitting across the street in a parked car waiting for Alec to emerge so he could follow him to work. He needed to know Alec's schedule and would need to observe his actions before he took his target out. Everything needed to be perfect...
Alec was running a few minutes late that day and rushed around his house. He was scheduled to be at Max's house in fifteen minutes so they could bike to work together. She would be furious if he was late again. It'd be the third time that week. He scolded himself for not setting his alarm. How could he forget? He grabbed his coat and ran outside, hopping on his messenger bike and pedaling as fast as his legs could carry him.
The stranger silently watched him and then wrote a note on his piece of paper: Subject left house at 7:45 a.m. He placed his pen on the dashboard and sat back, looking in the rear-view mirror, watching Alec until he could no longer see him. Then he placed the key in the ignition and proceeded to follow Alec from a distance. He went down different alleys to throw him off. He couldn't let the prey catch onto his game. But it appeared the prey knew he was being tracked.
Alec glanced down the alley. Dang it! That car was still following him. It had been trailing him for at least a half a mile. Maybe it was coincidence. Yes that's probably it. He took a deep breath and sighed with relief as the car turned into a convenient store parking lot. He laughed at himself for having such an overactive imagination.
The hunter hopped out of the car and strode into the 7-11. He had no intention of coming here, but it was necessary for him to throw off the hunted. He went in the store and aimlessly walked down the aisles of sugary sustenance. He settled upon buying a pack of Trident gum. He'd seen the commercials that claimed you should use Trident if you didn't have time to brush. He hoped that the slogan proved right. He had an obsession with his teeth, or any teeth for that matter. He walked up to the cashier and paid for the gum and left. The bell chimed as he opened the door, signaling his exit. The whole detour had only taken five minutes. He could still track 494. He ducked into his car and sped away. He could see his target. Unfortunately, Alec could see him too.
Alec dropped his bike on Max's lawn and raced to her door. He desperately pounded on the door and glanced over his shoulder. Max opened the door with an about-time-you-got-here expression dancing across her face. She stared at the sight in front of her. Alec was terrified of something. His eyes were as round as saucers and he was trembling. "Max, I'm being tracked." he whispered.
Before Max had time to respond a beep interrupted them, startling them and making them jump. Max took her pager out and saw that it was Logan she rolled her eyes. He always paged her. She decided to ignore him and set her pager down on the table.
Author's Note: The chapter is short, but what can you do? Not all chapters can be long. Plus I'll know what you think of my story if you kindly click on the review button.
Author's Note: For those of you who are new and decided to check out my work, I'm Whisper. Or at least that's what I call myself. My real name is Lindsey and I'll be 17 this Friday. I don't know how often I can update this story because I'm currently trying to finish another. So if you dig this story, check out my other's by clicking on my penname and read Not Himself and then Green Eggs and Ham. Enjoy! Also, if you see the stars it's a scene change.
Dedication: The only reason I've kept writing is because of my other fans. You guys are the best!
Ch 1
Logan stared at his computer screen in disbelief. It was the fourth stylized killing that week. It had police baffled, but not him. He knew the killer's signature; he always left his calling card. Logan concluded he'd better call Max and warn her.... ****
It had taken forever to track Alec, and now he'd done it. He had been sitting across the street in a parked car waiting for Alec to emerge so he could follow him to work. He needed to know Alec's schedule and would need to observe his actions before he took his target out. Everything needed to be perfect...
Alec was running a few minutes late that day and rushed around his house. He was scheduled to be at Max's house in fifteen minutes so they could bike to work together. She would be furious if he was late again. It'd be the third time that week. He scolded himself for not setting his alarm. How could he forget? He grabbed his coat and ran outside, hopping on his messenger bike and pedaling as fast as his legs could carry him.
The stranger silently watched him and then wrote a note on his piece of paper: Subject left house at 7:45 a.m. He placed his pen on the dashboard and sat back, looking in the rear-view mirror, watching Alec until he could no longer see him. Then he placed the key in the ignition and proceeded to follow Alec from a distance. He went down different alleys to throw him off. He couldn't let the prey catch onto his game. But it appeared the prey knew he was being tracked.
Alec glanced down the alley. Dang it! That car was still following him. It had been trailing him for at least a half a mile. Maybe it was coincidence. Yes that's probably it. He took a deep breath and sighed with relief as the car turned into a convenient store parking lot. He laughed at himself for having such an overactive imagination.
The hunter hopped out of the car and strode into the 7-11. He had no intention of coming here, but it was necessary for him to throw off the hunted. He went in the store and aimlessly walked down the aisles of sugary sustenance. He settled upon buying a pack of Trident gum. He'd seen the commercials that claimed you should use Trident if you didn't have time to brush. He hoped that the slogan proved right. He had an obsession with his teeth, or any teeth for that matter. He walked up to the cashier and paid for the gum and left. The bell chimed as he opened the door, signaling his exit. The whole detour had only taken five minutes. He could still track 494. He ducked into his car and sped away. He could see his target. Unfortunately, Alec could see him too.
Alec dropped his bike on Max's lawn and raced to her door. He desperately pounded on the door and glanced over his shoulder. Max opened the door with an about-time-you-got-here expression dancing across her face. She stared at the sight in front of her. Alec was terrified of something. His eyes were as round as saucers and he was trembling. "Max, I'm being tracked." he whispered.
Before Max had time to respond a beep interrupted them, startling them and making them jump. Max took her pager out and saw that it was Logan she rolled her eyes. He always paged her. She decided to ignore him and set her pager down on the table.
Author's Note: The chapter is short, but what can you do? Not all chapters can be long. Plus I'll know what you think of my story if you kindly click on the review button.