==Don't Touch Me==
Chapter Seven: Finding Glacia
"Everytime we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that i get
But i haven't missed you yet
Every room-mate kept awake
By every silent scream we make
All the feelings that i get
But i still don't miss you yet "
-Three Days Grace (I Hate Everything About You)
Peter watched the cool looking water outside from his room window. He was currently aboard a ship that was taking him to Jhoto. He took his bottle of beer and took a huge gulp out of it. If he was going on a search trip, he was going to need all the booze his body could hold.
He walked out of the ship when hearing the room service woman calling out from a microphone that the ship has reached Olivine City. He looked around at the different booths and thought -If I was a desperate little cunt running away from my husband, what would I do?-
Suddenly, the HELP BOOTH answered his question. Glacia was a fearful person, she barely ever found out what to do by herself. She would most likely do a silly thing such as ask for help.
-Ha, you're such a little wussy, Glacia..-
There was an old man behind the counter, he had thick glasses that he almost seemed something out of a cartoon. The tag on his shirt read 'Jay Stowik'. Peter walked up to a phone booth and started looking through a thick directory book. He looked up Stowik and then he found his address, satisfied, he wrote down the address on his hand and walked off. Knowing he was going to get nearer to the little bitch that ran from him.
He rented an hotel near Stowik's home, and he stood near the window. He waited paciently, smoking and chewing on his cigarette as hours passed by. Finally, he saw a red Jeep park in the garage of the old man's home.
The old man stepped out of the car and left to his house. Peter grinned, he's got him.
He put out his cigarette and left his hotel room. He walked across the street grinning maliciously, he couldn't wait to have another feeble human being begging for his mercy.
When he reached the Old Man's home, he looked around once again and circled around his home checking if anyone else was there. He heard some laughing coming from a television inside, so the Old Man must be watching tv, not knowing what was coming.
Peter knocked on the door and he heard footsteps rushing. As soon as the door opened, he saw the same old man, but without his glasses and wearing raggedy worn-down clothes. Peter pushed the old man inside and stepped in, then closed the door.
"Are you Jay Stowik?" Peter asked in a bored tone. The old man nodded.
"Good. I'm just here to ask you some questions.." Peter took out his wallet and showed the old man a picture of Glacia. "You helped her, didn't you?" the old man looked confused.
"She came to you asking for help, where did she go?" the old man shook his head, "I don't know!" he said. Peter grabbed the man by his throat and lifted him up, "Her name is Glacia, she probably asked you for help. Where is she?" he tightened his grip on the man.
"Tell me you old bastard." Peter asked cooly as he landed his fist unto the old man's stomach. With this, the old man gave Peter the address to Daughters and Sisters and Peter let go of the old man. He left to the kitchen and looked through the drawers until he found the old man's kitchen gloves. They were baby blue and had pink stripes running on them, Peter chuckled as he put them on and walked towards the old man.
He shoved the old man down to the basement, where he wore his gloves, took some duct tape and gagged the old man. The he grabbed the him, and bit his neck. He ground and licked the blood off, savoring the sticky liquid and getting his clothes stained with blood.
After some hours, Peter came upstairs and looked around the old man's home. He pulled a water hose out of a nearby closet and then he dragged it down to the basement. In there, he pumped water at the dead man and washed away the dark blood. In the basement, he found a pair of crutches. These might come in handy for a disguse, he grinned and took both of the crutches.
He took a large trash bag and stuffed the old man inside with the kitchen gloves, to prevent any fingerprints. As a policeman, he knew what he always looked for in a murder. He knew exactly what clues always gave the killer away.
After he buried the old man's body on the backyard's garden and buried the shovel and the bloody gloves too.
He took the crutches and walked to his hotel room slowly, and he practiced on using them inside his room.
..To be continued..
Chapter Seven: Finding Glacia
"Everytime we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that i get
But i haven't missed you yet
Every room-mate kept awake
By every silent scream we make
All the feelings that i get
But i still don't miss you yet "
-Three Days Grace (I Hate Everything About You)
Peter watched the cool looking water outside from his room window. He was currently aboard a ship that was taking him to Jhoto. He took his bottle of beer and took a huge gulp out of it. If he was going on a search trip, he was going to need all the booze his body could hold.
He walked out of the ship when hearing the room service woman calling out from a microphone that the ship has reached Olivine City. He looked around at the different booths and thought -If I was a desperate little cunt running away from my husband, what would I do?-
Suddenly, the HELP BOOTH answered his question. Glacia was a fearful person, she barely ever found out what to do by herself. She would most likely do a silly thing such as ask for help.
-Ha, you're such a little wussy, Glacia..-
There was an old man behind the counter, he had thick glasses that he almost seemed something out of a cartoon. The tag on his shirt read 'Jay Stowik'. Peter walked up to a phone booth and started looking through a thick directory book. He looked up Stowik and then he found his address, satisfied, he wrote down the address on his hand and walked off. Knowing he was going to get nearer to the little bitch that ran from him.
He rented an hotel near Stowik's home, and he stood near the window. He waited paciently, smoking and chewing on his cigarette as hours passed by. Finally, he saw a red Jeep park in the garage of the old man's home.
The old man stepped out of the car and left to his house. Peter grinned, he's got him.
He put out his cigarette and left his hotel room. He walked across the street grinning maliciously, he couldn't wait to have another feeble human being begging for his mercy.
When he reached the Old Man's home, he looked around once again and circled around his home checking if anyone else was there. He heard some laughing coming from a television inside, so the Old Man must be watching tv, not knowing what was coming.
Peter knocked on the door and he heard footsteps rushing. As soon as the door opened, he saw the same old man, but without his glasses and wearing raggedy worn-down clothes. Peter pushed the old man inside and stepped in, then closed the door.
"Are you Jay Stowik?" Peter asked in a bored tone. The old man nodded.
"Good. I'm just here to ask you some questions.." Peter took out his wallet and showed the old man a picture of Glacia. "You helped her, didn't you?" the old man looked confused.
"She came to you asking for help, where did she go?" the old man shook his head, "I don't know!" he said. Peter grabbed the man by his throat and lifted him up, "Her name is Glacia, she probably asked you for help. Where is she?" he tightened his grip on the man.
"Tell me you old bastard." Peter asked cooly as he landed his fist unto the old man's stomach. With this, the old man gave Peter the address to Daughters and Sisters and Peter let go of the old man. He left to the kitchen and looked through the drawers until he found the old man's kitchen gloves. They were baby blue and had pink stripes running on them, Peter chuckled as he put them on and walked towards the old man.
He shoved the old man down to the basement, where he wore his gloves, took some duct tape and gagged the old man. The he grabbed the him, and bit his neck. He ground and licked the blood off, savoring the sticky liquid and getting his clothes stained with blood.
After some hours, Peter came upstairs and looked around the old man's home. He pulled a water hose out of a nearby closet and then he dragged it down to the basement. In there, he pumped water at the dead man and washed away the dark blood. In the basement, he found a pair of crutches. These might come in handy for a disguse, he grinned and took both of the crutches.
He took a large trash bag and stuffed the old man inside with the kitchen gloves, to prevent any fingerprints. As a policeman, he knew what he always looked for in a murder. He knew exactly what clues always gave the killer away.
After he buried the old man's body on the backyard's garden and buried the shovel and the bloody gloves too.
He took the crutches and walked to his hotel room slowly, and he practiced on using them inside his room.
..To be continued..