Alice Kills

Chapter One

I knew all too well how this would go. A successful kill happens at least twice a week. I kept a steady pace near the loud group. The women swayed their hips as they clutched onto the arms of the men who prey on women every other Saturday. These predators are local rapists and pimps called Color Catchers.

These sick men got the name Color Catchers after their signature. They hunt women on Saturday nights at local clubs and leave a piece of clothing at the place they found the women. I knew their routine. For two weeks now I've watched them, making mental notes about their schedule.

The women giggled and continued to sway their hips in their skimpy colorful dresses. Its like they purposefully went out on a Saturday night in colorful dresses. I almost didn't want to save them on account of how ridiculous this was of them. Then I recalled my own experience with Color Catchers.

I shook the thought away and focused on the group a few feet ahead of me. As usual the men lead the women to a bar close by. I sat on a bus bench across the street waiting for three drunk women to exit the bar with stable men.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket, another text from Nick. Nick was a ladies man, there is not a day that Nick doesn't have a date with one of Lamia's most gorgeous eligible bachelorettes. "Come on Alice! Those chicks don't mean anything." He'd say this to me quite often, though I don't know why. I followed a cop car with my eyes as it made another round in the center of Lamia. I shook my head with doubt.

Lamia was a small town with terrible police officers, all of which were fifty or older. I took matterss into my own hands after my experience with Color Catchers. I was only 14 when.... I shook my head wildly and do a few tricks with my switchblade knife. Just then, the black double doors of the bar flew open. I stood and jogged to the nearest alley and watched the men escort the women down the block. I crossed the street and walked a few feet behind them pausing at nearby stores and bars to get some distance.

In an alley they lead the wasted females to a black Cadillac. I creeped up behind a few dumpsters and gawked at the victims, they weren't women. They were teen girls. How did three girls between the ages of 15 and 18 get hypnotized by grown men? I peered at one of the men and realized he had to be atleast 21. I searched the faces of the other men. Their ages had to be between 21 and 25. Mental note. The Fishers are getting younger.

Society gave the name of the men who go out and pick up the girls Fishers and the victims were called Guppies. I closed my eyes as a flashback of my encounter with these freaks popped in my mind. I don't care how dumb their decision to go out was, they're around the same age I was taken. I climbed emergency stairs to the roof of a building. Roof hopping was the most fun thing out there.

Something about running across gravel covered roofs and jumping over large gaps gave me a rush. It was convenient too, I could see the men and remain invisible to them. I was physically invisible but I knew my existence made the hair on their neck stand. I have eliminated 9 of their Fishers so far this month . I know their schedule, after loading them in the vehicle they drive them to a motel and drug them up. Just before the sexual battery begins I come in and remove the twisted sickos.

After about five minutes of roof hopping the Cadillac took a turn into a part of town I wasn't familiar with. I dashed down emergency stairs and ran for another five minutes be fore I spotted them turning into a neighborhood. I hopped a fenve and traveled through backyards keeping an eye on the Cadillac. It turned into the driveway of a small shady house. I jumped the fence and walked through the tall itchy grass that reeked of piss.

I watched the men carry the girls into the house. Each of the girls had blue rubber ties on their arms. They'd already been drugged. Before I could move in, reality slapped me in the face. I didn't know how many men were in there. I didn't know what kind of weapons they had. Could I even get them out of the house all alone? I knew one thing for sure though, and it made me want to vomit.

This wasn't another successful kill.