This is an interlude, before the next chapter. Revised 11 March 2010.

I think I actually prefer third-person view, after that little experimentation. I'll try to stick to it for the entire length of this story. Unless it doesn't suit my purposes.

Disclaimer: Not going through this again...Look, if I did own anything remotely like a TV show, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction! So don't call me!

Soliloquy of the Predator

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"Aaaah!!"

"No!"

It was the late hours of the morning. In a hospital ward, a brunette laid her head in her hands and sobbed in terror while her father stood by the bedside in a state of profound shock and horror, staring at a small slip of paper in his shaking hand. Words in black ink were scrawled on the little note, each working together to bring forth a sinister message. The terrified pair quickly called for help, and by noon, a team of policemen had arrived, at hand and ready to help.

By mid-afternoon, the father and daughter left the hospital with their police escorts, no doubt to make their case heard. When evening rolled around, everything was done, and the pair headed home, shaken but not defeated. The police would be on the alert from then on.

Everything was going according to his plan.

And that plan was to take Miley Stewart for himself. No matter what the cost.

As he sat in hiding a short distance from the Stewarts' home, closely observing them, a smile of anticipation curled on his lips.

This frenzy for security and publicity served only to entice him further, to draw him. He would manipulate and twist the minds of people until it was time to strike. Doubtless, it was a drawback; police were enemies to him. But no matter, he could still win. And that night, that gloriously dark night, would be when he struck.

He would strike gold.

For he knew policemen would not guard the house day and night. Nobody actually took his threat seriously. Security was lax, or non-existent. But the girl was alert, and so was her family. The papers will treat it as a story was a slow-news day, and police probably couldn't be bothered. He had ample opportunity, as long as he could beat the resistance the girl would offer when he attacked.

Enough waiting, the man thought. Enough stalking. He pulled down his mask, felt for his knife and length of rope, and hopped out of the bushes with all the dexterity of a ninja. ('Of a Ninja'. He liked that.) The shadows of the night provided cover, the quiet allowed him to move towards the house undetected. As he approached the house, his heartbeat accelerated – excitement flooded his veins, sending electric currents through his hot blood. The attack would be all that he dreamed of, and his prize would be the girl. All his fantasies, all his amorous and sexual desires, to lavish on the girl – what a wonderful thought! Within half an hour, the prize would be his.

By the end of the night, his dream would be fulfilled. He swore it.

He checked his watch. 1a.m. it read. Perfect. It was time for action.

A Predator raids the nest of its prey. And takes what it came for.

And leaves.

"Sweet Miley, prepare yourself for a wild ride. Heh heh heh..."

Sorry this had to be so short, but I seriously am stuck. I mean, it's a soliloquy for the villain; how long can it be? Besides, the next chapter is better! (I think – the action is coming up next, but I hope my skills will suffice.)

BTW, won't you concur that the villain is either a total bastard, or the creation of a sick mind? I refrained from adding "And his pe-(sexual organ) enlarged as he thought of the different ways he could fu-(something obscene) the girl...his sexual wants energized him..." because I thought it would be TOO obscene – please, I'll keep my dignity.

Perhaps I have no dignity to speak off. Anyway, the 'eff'-ing will be quite apparent in the next chapter. (Sorry, the website doesn't seem to be able to allow asterisks in story format when submitting, so I can't censor profanities. We'll just make do.)

Terrorking Tragedian