Stalking a Killer

Chapter 7: Old Pals, Old Favors

I've made up my mind. That douche is gonna spend the rest of his life rotting, I pick up my phone and scroll to the bottom of my contacts, and click his name, when he picks up, I redeem my favor.

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In middle school Jaxon Smith was never the one picking on someone but was on the other side, he was always pushed around, and I probably saved his life.

Beginning of our freshman year he was the one guy brave enough, to join our schools, extremely lame, cheerleading team. It didn't help him any, and one day after school, I was waiting on my mom to come pick me up because I missed my bus, when from the corner of my eye I could see all six of them. Jaxon, and five football players to stuck up to bother remembering my name, so I return the favor. They were surrounding him and all color from his face, gone, I ran over to him but stopped dead in my tracks realizing that one guy, was holding a knife and was closing in on Jaxon.

A rush of adrenaline woke me up from my paralyzed state, just in time too, Jaxon was getting beat, and I ran in between to of them and into the middle with Jaxon, 2 against 5 seemed a lot more fair than a 1v5.

I pushed the one beating Jaxon into the flag pole behind him and punched him square in the face"Oh look who came to the rescue guys, it's pretty boy over here." One snarled.

I smirked at him, "I wish I could say the same to you", his face turned red and he charged at me. I stepped out of his way, which was a pretty big way considering his size to mine, and he ran into the guy directly behind me knocking them both down. Three more to go.

I kicked the knife out of the tallest ones hand and Jaxon kneed him in the, nevermind, and my mom pulled up just in time I ran to the car, and pulled Jaxon along with me leaving the three injured ones laying on the ground, and the other two were left staring all red faced at us as we drove away.

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I'm not the best fighter but I'm a lot smarter than those apes. Jaxon came home with me and we called his mom explaining why he didn't go to his game, and we cleaned all the blood off of him. We never really were good friends but I wouldn't wish this on the worst of my enemies.

Before he stepped into his moms van he looked at me and said "Thanks Johnny, I really owe you one."

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And now three years later, I'm taking him up on that.

He showed up at the Taco Bell in town, like we talked about. And I explained to him exactly what had happened and that I needed his help. Since that fight he was scared, he took up karate, tai Kwan do, or any kind of self defense he could take up, and he was pretty strong, but when I finished all I got was a your crazy look, which I have seen many MANY times before.

"Man, I dunno. I think your bad sh*t crazy. ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR F*CKING MIND! This is a serial killer man, he's all over the news, and even if I could take him down, what's gonna happen, he could be a part of a cult who will find us and kill us, what if he's magical and brings himself back to life man, and besides I don't need no death on my conscious."

" Then let's lock him away for the rest of his life man, what do you say," I looked at him pleadingly, "I need you. And besides, you owe me."

"Alright so what's the plan."

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One night we done a little digging, there was a torn up barista over at the cafe, where after her friend left with him, never came back. We asked her a few questions about him, and all she knew was that he left a number for her friend which she left on the cafe table. It said his name and a seven digit phone number. The name was most likely fake but she had given us the paper because she said it wasn't important because the police had already questioned our guy but to them he was perfectly normal. She gave us the paper, and we called the phone company saying we lost our phone, we gave them the number, and they tracked it. We got an address. So we done some spying watching for the guy to leave and once he did we snuck in and found a creaky floorboard which we removed carefully and revealed an entrance to a basement, where lots of things were held such as weapons, torture things, and unidentifiable others, we were only in there for a good five minutes, but me and Kaeli felt sick, and I was sure that's were he was keeping her, if she was still a- never mind.

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That night the plan begun.

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"911 what's your emergency?" The operator sang in my ear.

" I would like to report some information on the recent massacres and a missing person." I gave them an address and told them about the floorboard in the kitchen. "Please hurry."

"We're on our way."

-<Authors Note>-

ITS BEEN FOREVERRRR!!!!!!
I just needed a break and I'm sorry for not warning. But I plan on being a more frequent uploader, this is not edited so beware mistakes.

THE BACON MONSTER