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Cahpter 5.
It had been four days since the "office incident" as Namette'd come to think of it. Shaken with the news, which Namette had finally decided to inform Jess about, as well with the death of Roberts, Jess had invited Namette to stay the weekend at her place. Not one to say no to a warmer more comfortable bed, along with free food and nice company, Namette had spent the entire weekend with her, going on walks, going to bars and pubs, enjoying the movies and reading outside in her garden. The occasional feeling of being watched did make itself present, however, as was usual with Jess, the moment Nametter thoughts turned toward the identity with the blue mask or face, Jess would jump in with an idea to keep Nametterselves busy, often with a joke, or a question that would force Namette both to rack Nametter brain for a possible explanation.
Namette did however catch her looking around as well, maybe looking out for Namette, maybe feeling the non existent eyes on her as well.
As Namette had stayed at her place so many times, Nametter clothes had a small drawer or their own, clothes Namette'd forgotten at her place, that she'd borrowed from Namette (even though that didn't usually tend to happen, her larger fuller frame unable to fit in any of Nametter own [body size]sized clothing.) or stuff Namette purposefully had dumped at her place. So when she asked if Namette wanted to extend Nametter stay for the week, and after conferring with her family, Namette gladly accepted. As her step mother worked close to the business estate Nametter own job was located at Namette even got a ride in the morning to bring Namette to work on time.
The week slowly dragged itself along without too much of a hassle. While no concrete information on Roberts had been passed along, more and more rumors spread that he had been murdered instead of had an accident, the police trying to keep the situation under control. However as more and more people spread this rumor, the more ridiculous it becomes. On the first day Roberts had had an accident, the Roberts throat was slashed, someone else claimed his eyes had been pierced, while someone else added that a suicide note had been found. Someone said his organs had been missing, while others said there had been too many organs. While these rumors always tended to happen behind Roberts friends and girlfriend, of course one of them soon caught up.
But Nametter life returned to normal. Not one to listen too carefully to rumors, Namette kept Nametter head focused on work, side stepping anyone who was found whispering. The dead mans name stubbornly refused to leave Nametter lips and Namette were fine with that. Nametter time with Jess also relaxed Namette, carefully replacing thoughts of paranoia and eyeless men with a new recipe Namette both were going to try out, or how to get that clay to look exactly the way Namette both wanted to.
So it is startling, when Namette do come out of the building at 7:30 that night, to see the man that had almost been wiped from Nametter memories standing, as if he belonged there, at the exit that lead through the forest. Namette used to take that road often during lunch when it wasn't so cold, quite enjoying the benches facing the forest, lining the little path. He stood there, on that path, looking at Namette. He was still across the parking lot, however this had been the closest he'd ever been to Namette, discarding that first fateful meeting.
Namette could see now that indeed the mask, for it was a mask, was blue, two black circles, or holes?, for eyes with what seemed black tears painted on it. It looked creepy to say the least, like those movies Namette quite enjoyed watching, a man running after his blonde prey with a knife yearning for blood.
Ah, snap out of it Namette, Namette chip into Nametter thoughts, this isn't a movie. So gathering the most of the courage Namette can muster, Namette take a step towards the figure. Namette see it tense, only now noticing that whatever he had been playing with, metalic and glinting in the night, was stuck rapidly back into his pocket.
"Hey!" Namette yell across the park, devoid of cars apart from one who probably belongs to someone working overtime. His head tilts to the right, as if curious. Mind set, Namette quickly take more steps towards the figure. "Who are Namette?" Nametter voice resounds in the silence.
Namette stop, not even 3 parking spots away from his location. Namette take a gamble and glare "Why are Namette following me?" Namette can't tell for sure if he is, if he's not, but Namette don't necessarily care if Namette sound like a crazy person. Namette're not the one with a blue mask on Nametter face. If Namette were crazy Namette were sure this guy surely was more so.
"Namette smell good." is the only thing the guy replies, as he takes a slow step towards Namette. Namette take not even a second for Nametter eyes to open comically wide before dashing across the parking lot, headed for the entrance. Namette can hear something giving chase, which obviously has to be the guy. Mask guy had been holding a knife... or something... maybe a scalpel?, before Namette had approached him. Who cares, the guy not only was crazy but Namette now had to be sure he was dangerous. He's gaining on Namette, Nametter clad feed trying to pick up Nametter pace, Nametter legs burning slightly, and as Namette near the door to the building Namette pat rapidly at Nametter pockets, desperately searching for the chip card to let Namette in, only to see, with growing relief, that the door is flung open as the straggler leaves the building.
"Don't close the door! Get in!" Namette scream, the guy confused but holding the door open for Namette. Namette can't hear mask guy following Namette anymore but Namette sure as hell aren't taking any chances. As Namette push the guy in and close the door, automatic lock falling into place, Namette stare outside trying to make out anything in the darkness.
"Namette?!" the guy says and Namette turn to come face to face with Markus, a tall Spanish guy whom Namette knew had been friends with Roberts.
"Markus." Namette sighed in relief, only now noticing the pounding of Nametter heart, the short breath, the cold sweat running down Nametter back. Namette let Nametter bag fall down on the ground and sit down next to it, trying to regain Nametter breath, Nametter adrenaline rush slowly fading leaving Namette winded and Nametter muscles burning. After being such a sloth this week Nametter muscles had gotten used to relaxing on a chair.
"What- I don'- what happened?" he questions, eyes quickly analyzing the night outside the tall glass door, but coming up empty handed.
"I... Namette'll call me crazy." Namette whisper, rubbing Nametter eyes slightly. Namette Nametterself almost called Nametterself crazy, but knew that Namette weren't.
"I... no, Namette, I wouldn't. After what happened to Roberts I-" he stops short, eyes locked on Nametters as if hoping Namette hadn't heard the last part.
Of course Namette had heard. And if Namette had to know, Namette would know now.