Sam sat on her couch thinking hard while she was supposedly reading. Her thoughts kept drifting back to her recent present.

A deadly virus

from a Deadly Admirer.

She shivered rubbing her arms and attempting to make her mind focus elsewhere. If only she could know somehow who this guy was she could do something about it. Sam hated being spied on, she hated being scared and this man was successfully doing both from right under her nose.

The sudden ringing of her doorbell made her jump. Sam turned her head in the direction of the door, staring at it with frightful eyes. She didn't feel safe in her own home and she had this guy to thank for it. Sam stood up walking towards the door but hesitated once she grasped the door knob. All the recent times she had opened the door, she had regretted it. Sam took a deep breath and then opened it relaxing when she saw Clover at her door.

"Hi Sam." Sam managed a smile allowing her tension to ease at least for a moment. She invited Clover in, and closed the door before something else made its way inside.

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Not too far away someone smirked as they watched her hasty actions. The way she almost immediately closed the door to prevent one of his "gifts" from wandering inside. He chuckled still watching her talking to her friend from a camera he had planted in her house.

"It's fun to make you so insecure Samantha." He smirked holding a letter in his hand that was for the redhead. He paused for a moment thinking about how to send this, then an idea came to him. He chuckled watching the girl intently through the camera. "You'll be hearing from me soon." His smirk widened. "Real soon."

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Sam sat on the couch trying like mad to appear normal to her friend. Clover noticed Sam's unusual jumpiness and became curious. "Is everything okay?" Sam nodded trying to smile. "Yea..everything's great. Why do you ask?" Clover sighed. "You seem kinda jumpy." Sam sighed thinking up an excuse for her behaviour. She wasn't about to involve Clover in this what if he went after her too? "I've just been tired..I'll be fine really it's -" Sam froze as she saw a black envelope shoot out from under the couch where Clover was sitting.

She glanced up to see if Clover noticed it. "What was that noise?" Sam smiled. "Uh nothing. Clover I'm kinda busy right now. Can we talk about this later?" Clover looked at her friend. Ordinarily she would have never left but judging by the look of tiredness in her friend's eyes, and the state of her hair she guessed that Sam really needed some alone time.

"Alright Sam but you call me when you've rested, okay?" Sam kept her gaze on the envelope that lay unmoving on her lining floor. "Sam?" she heard Clover's voice. "Yea.." Sam looked up to Clover smiling. "Yea I'll do that." After Clover left Sam immediately snatched the envelope and pulled out the riddle reading it slowly:

.::.

Most people give others second chances to redeem themselves.

But me? I'm different.

I think that screwing up the first time means,

that it is a good chance to rid yourself of that enemy.

Since you and I are alike,

I thought you would think the same.

One time is enough, if your aim is as good as mine

to send an enemy to their final end.

Love,

Your Deadly Admirer

.::.

Sam re-read the riddle. She sighed. "Something dangerous no doubt." Sam placed the letter back in its envelope and put it on her desk. There was really no point in trying to solve the thing. Even if she found the answer and it was dangerous, what could she possibly do to stop it from coming?

Nothing.

Sam sighed. "I wish he would stop this." She knew he could hear her, but he'd probably laugh off what she said instead of seriously listen to her. Sam decided to get out of the house since she felt safer outside rather than inside her home.

How ironic.

She got dressed in her sweater and quickly made her way out of the house. A few minutes later her door opened again and he walked in with a smirk on his face. His smirk widened as he made his way to her room and placed her next gift for her to find.

"This should be a BIG surprise." He smirked after putting it in place and walking out of her room.

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When Sam finally got home she had a list of things that the next "gift" could be. She sighed. "So much for not thinking about it." Sam made her dinner and ate quickly, determined to go to bed before anything strange happened. Thankfully she finished eating and made it all the way to her room without anything happening.

She smiled seeing her bed after a long day. She sat on the edge slipping off her slippers. Sam leaned back laying herself down. As her head hit the pillow she heard a loud sound.

" BOOM!"

She shot up screaming. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She flew out of bed and threw her hands over her ears trying to block the awful sound. Sam shivered, her eyes closed tight as she waited. When it didn't come again she let her hands down and slowly opened her eyes.

"What the heck was that sound?!" Sam trembled as she walked to her bed. She froze when she saw a hole in the wall where her photo frame was hanging. Sam walked over to it and ran her fingers over the hole. She knelt down to pick up the frame which was now smashed and the glass was in pieces.

Her eyes widened when she saw the hole in the frame right through the face of her boss, Jerry. Her friends Clover and Alex who had been standing next to him in the picture where slightly shredded from the hole too. She gasped when she noticed that only one face was left unharmed.

Hers.

She shivered dropping the frame and standing up. She carefully made her way back to the bed stepping over the glass shards. She lifted the pillow and quivered when she saw the reason for the damage. Right under her pillow was his next gift.

A gun.

Her eyes narrowed when she saw the way it had been set up. Looking at it now she realized that the slightest weight would have set it off. Another display of this man's brilliance. Sam trembled. The bullet hole had gone right through her friends' faces, she knew that wasn't good. But was it deliberate?

Sam sighed. If it was, then whoever this was, was an enemy. Even more dangerous than before. She carefully moved the gun out from under her pillow and placed it under her bed for now. She sighed when she saw another envelope on her bed where the gun had been.

She opened it quickly, too tired at this point to be scared. She read the haunting words:

"Stop it? Why would I? It's too much fun to spy on a spy. Especially one like you."

Sam grit her teeth in anger crumbling up the letter in her hand and throwing it in anger. Her worst fear had come true. He knew about her. Sam shivered .

He knew she was a spy.

That meant that the bullet, the destruction of the faces was meant to happen. It wasn't an accident, he was an enemy. Sam crashed onto the bed burying her face in her pillow. Tears spilled out of her eyes, unable to stop. She wasn't safe anywhere with him watching her every move.

She sobbed into her pillow, trembling from fear.

"Oh God, what do I do?"