The requested Stalker!Kyntak fiction. For Cassey11.
It was just a matter of time before they had to discuss it.
"So, you have a sixty year old pedophile as your stalker?" One shivered as the words left her mouth.
"She might not be that old. King isn't even fifty." Two reasoned. "And, he remembers the card. We are looking at someone who has resources. I'm guessing she has money."
"That supposes the stalker is female." One pointed out.
"Well, it wasn't that young guy. The kid's probably just a messenger. That explains the mistakes. One said he was blonde the other said he was a red head. There were two. We have no idea what the person looks like."
"So we know less than we did before." One sighed leaning back in her chair.
Six sat in his chair and watched their debate. His mind followed a similar reasoning.
The messenger was male. The actual mastermind may not have been male. The person was likely around King's age at least. Any younger and the possibility got smaller. This person knew who he was. This person had knowledge of flowers. This person was a desperate and hopeless romantic, who verged on terrifying in their pursuit of love.
He shivered unconsciously, hoping the others wouldn't notice.
The boldest move yet.
Six and Two arrived at his house half an hour earlier than usual. This was to throw off the stalker. And it worked, sort of.
Six went through the routine security check. Six noticed his alarm was off. And that was the last straw.
He burst into his house with Two trailing behind. Everything was in place. But cleaner. Six checked out every room on the ground floor. The kitchen was cleaned. There was fresh lasagna in his refrigerator. Flowers sat in a vase his didn't own on the counter. The living room was vacuumed. The windows were polished.
"What?" Two looked over his shoulder. "Whoa, did you clean up in here?"
Six jumped a little. He took a deep breath and replied. "No."
They ended up checking out the bedroom with guns loaded. Six motioned for Two to watch the hall. He ducked into the room.
It was like the others. Housecleaning was done. The computer was dusted and there were fresh sheets on the bed. Six wrinkled his nose at the suggestion the freshly made bed suggested. It wasn't fancy. It was Spartan; the moves must have been clean and brisk. There wasn't a single wrinkle. His gun was still under the pillow.
"Come in." Two came in wielding his gun. He scanned the room before dropping his guard.
"Anything new?" Six shook his head.
"Not sure." They began a systemic search.
Two called out from the book shelf. "Found something." Six glanced at the cover of the book in Two's hands.
"Definitely not mine." He inwardly cringed at the title. Whoever the stalker was, they had bad taste.
"I guessed that much." Two flipped through the book. Looking for clues Six realized. "I didn't think you were the type to read The Princess Bride."
I don't know why. Wall is up.
My account is being held hostage by my sister All because, I won't do something she wants because she could easily do herself.