Oh. My. God . . .. When I posted this story, I did not expect it to get the attention that it got. I thought it wasn't my best story out of all of the ones that I have posted… THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE STORY FAVS, FOLLOWS, AND AUTHOR FAVS AND FOLLOWS! You guys really made me happy. T^T I know that attention like that motivates me into writing more often.

So, without further ado, here is chapter 2! ~ (XD that rhymed)

Chapter 2

As I looked at all of the evidence, my eyebrows went up. This sure is a predicament. Not only were all of the victims (the young girls anyway) going to the same college, they were all in the same year… my year... and my college. I wonder if that has any connection to why they were murdered. I doubted it. Something like this would certainly make L concerned and have the police force warn the public.

I continued to study my research. Not caring that I had homework to do and a job to go to. I currently worked at the library over at the college. They only needed me for a couple of hours a day. They don't pay much, but it's enough to pay the bills.

I took out a map and started marking the place where the dead bodies were found. After marking them all with blue tacks (my favorite color is blue) I looked. They were placed around the area in random places. There were no patterns in the body findings. Well, I guess I haven't' found anything. Damn, just my luck, I think I find something important, and I have nothing to show for it.

I looked at the clock. It was 8. I had about an hour before I had to get to the college library. I stood up from my workstation and, leaving it there for another time, I got ready. I didn't have to do much. I just had to have a presentable look. Jeans, a t-shirt, shoes of any kind, and brushed hair. This was the best job ever. Especially since I sometimes get paid to read. And the quiet lets me think without any interruptions.

I again, for the second time in two days, left my apartment with keys, my phone, and pepper-spray in hand. The walk to the college wasn't a long one thank god. The people I could run into would be insane.

Near the end of my journey, I had a problem. There was a guy standing in front of the gates and staring at everyone around him. He was staring like he was judging them right then and there. He had dark, blonde hair and gray looking eyes. But his eyes seemed kind of red when you weren't looking at them directly. Maybe he worked for the police and was looking for someone? Or maybe he was a creep. More than likely it's the latter.

I walked toward him as normal as I possibly could and avoided looking him in the eye. I didn't even want to look at him, let alone look him in the eye. He was probably one of those people that I always try to avoid. Granted, that probably sounded rude coming from me, since I somewhat believe in not judging a book by its cover, but sometimes, there are people that you just have a feeling about. This guy fits into this category.

I finally got close enough to the guy that if I only walked a couple more feet, I would be past him and in the clear. I just hoped he didn't try to talk to me. He looked like he was looking for someone. Who that would be though is unknown to me. However, now that I think about it, this guy does kind of look familiar. I'm pretty sure that I've seen him somewhere around campus or in the library. I see so many people when I am at the college that sometimes I freak myself out and start to see these people everywhere I go. Although I think that's very unlikely that I actually see them. They never notice me or say anything if they do recognize me. So I'm probably just imagining things.

I looked at the strange person at the gate again and right when I was almost free, he noticed me looking at him. Uh oh, what if he thought I was staring? Hopefully he would think that I was just glancing as I walked by.

As our eyes met, I felt fear run through my veins like wildfire. His eyes were sharper than I thought. The gray like metal that cut into my soul. Almost like he knew something that I didn't. I tried to look away, but found this nearly impossible; his eyes trapping mine in something like a metal cage. Briefly, his eyes seemed to flash red, and right as they did, I felt the pull become even stronger.

What is this? What makes this person that I don't know able to keep me locked in a stare when I had places to go and people to see? This is insane.

As soon as I thought that, I saw the man smile, although it was more of a smirk, and say one thing:

"Hello, Delane."

I stood frozen as the man walked away from me. Slipping easily into a crowd so that he would disappear. What the hell?! How did he know my name? I've never met the guy personally. Did I have him in one of my old classes? I couldn't remember…

I finally was able to move on to the library, but the whole time that I was working I was in some sort of a trance. I couldn't focus on anything to save my life. Several of the people that came into the library looking for certain books got mad at me when I couldn't correctly help them. I finally couldn't take it anymore and I went to the official Librarian and asked her if I could go home. She just looked at me and told me that I looked sick and I needed to get some sleep. I wholeheartedly agreed and proceeded to leave the college campus, this time, keeping a look out for anyone who looks suspicious. With my pepper spray once again ready for action, I started my trek home.

I knew that I had things to do. However, with the mood that I was currently in, I don't think I could get anything done even if I wanted to. I had my head down, my hands in my pockets, and though I did have one hand on the pepper spray, I didn't have a good grip on it. I tried not to look anyone in the eye, fearing that one of the pairs of eyes that I look into would be that strange guys.

Finally, I heard someone clear his or her throat, and despite my better judgment, I looked up. I feared it was the strange man, but then I realized that I was greeted with eyes that were almost black; different eyes than the man that I had met before. However, I recognized those eyes. They were they eyes of the other guy that had run into me at the grocery store.

He was looking at me with calculating eyes. Almost like last time. "You look different than yesterday. Why is that?" He continued to stare at me while sucking on a lollipop.

I just glared at him and proceeded to walk past him. I didn't want to talk right now. I wanted to go home and do something else. Despite my obvious attempt to get away from him, I turned slightly to my left to see him walking my pace. This is just fan-tucking-fastic! I now have a stalker along with all of my problems!

I turned sharply and confronted him. "Why are you walking with me? I don't even know who you are! I just want to go home. I appreciate you picking up my groceries yesterday, but that's all that happened."

He continued to stare at me. Finally he took the lollipop out of his mouth and said: "That is true, and your welcome, but there is a different reason as to why I am here. You obviously seem rattled and although that isn't specifically why I am here, it seems to me that something has happened to make you be in your current state."

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm down so that I wouldn't blow up again. I hated to get angry with people. It's not very pretty and overall, it just makes me feel worse when I finally do calm down.

I opened my eyes and looked at him coolly. "Then please tell me what it is that you want? I really do want to go home."

"What's the rush?"

"There is no rush. Why do you say that?

"Oh but there is. You were walking a fast pace with your head down and didn't look anyone in the eye until I got your attention."

"So what? Why are you suddenly concerned with me? I'm just a college student going home from work."

He took another lick of his lollipop. "You don't concern me really, it's the way you are acting and the person you talked to earlier today." He left the lollipop in his mouth and reached in to his pocket, bringing out what looked like a wallet. He flipped it open for me to see and said:

"Please call me Ryuusaki. I work with the police and I'm bringing you in for questioning."

"And if I say no?" I put my hand on the pepper spray again.

He just continued to stare at me. This habit of his is really starting to freak me out. "I'm not asking. You're coming with me whether you like it or not." He briefly looked behind me and I spun around only to have a white cloth put over my mouth. I felt the world spin, and I blacked out.

Thank you for the support for this story so far! I hope you all like the new installment and I apologize for taking so long to write it. I also apologize for leaving it at a cliffhanger.

As always, please review and tell me what you think! I like feedback so that I can change something if I need to.

Until next time,

~Kevan Starks