Alice Kills

Chapter Six

"Aww" I opened my eyes to a shirtless Nick standing in my doorway with pancakes. "Bring me those tasty pancakes!" He placed them on my bed and sat on my chair "How'd you sleep?" I nodded while chewing Nick's famous pancakes, savoring the light cinnamon and vanilla flavors. "Mm, good." He nodded staying silent. "Something wrong?" I put down my pancakes and looked at his face, he wore an expression of confusion and sadness. "We didn't see a movie last night." I chuckled lightly. "Really Nick? Well, then I guess I owe you dinner and a movie." He smiled and left me to my pancakes

It was about three days after the whole bong incident. I remembered the bittersweet taste and the smell that clutched my throat and choked me. I opened my notebook and read over my theory for the millionth time.

The Pit Stop Theory- Fishers are getting younger, between 18-25 is my estimate. If a person is just becoming an adult and is desperate for a job. I'm guessing Color Catchers look for job seeking new to adulthood young men and offer them the job. What do successful adults have? Job, House, Money. The job gives money, so the new Fishers are asking for a place to crash... Behold the Pit Stops. The Fishers and fresh Guppies live in the Pit Stops. Then the girls go missing after awhile... Big Cities. The girls are being taken to bigger and richer pimps in nearby cities. This is how I see it. Pimps call the Color Catchers to bring in girls. Color Catchers order their Fishers to get the girls. Fishers get the Guppies and turn them into Color Catchers for cash. Color Catchers send girls to the big pimps for money. Pimps have fresh new prostitutes to keep bringing in the cash.

I smiled because I knew I'd figured it out. This was it! It made the most sense, it was efficient for those seeking the money, and it was fast. Obviously I needed to stop this. I would have to go to the nearest big cities and execute the pimps. How much training would I need? I couldn't train for too long. Who knows how many girls are suffering, I needed to go soon. I'd need more weapons as well. This would be costly.

When this whole thing started it was just me with a kitchen knife and Nick's 45. After a few weeks of this, money was being placed in my mailbox. Usually between 300 and 800. I've always assumed its from the families. I don't know how they'd know that I'm the one rescuing their daughters, but I don't know anyone else who would pay me?

I opened my pill bottle and popped two into my mouth before heading downstairs. "You know how long you've been asleep, Alice? It's 5 and I made pancakes for dinner and you believed it was morning. You feeling okay?" I checked the clock and realized he was right. "Are you serious?!" He snickered "Haha nope, I changed the clocks." I hate him sometimes. "Only you make me feel stupid. Hey, I need new guns." I made a puppy face as he looked at me curiously. "After dinner and a movie!"

"Ah! Fine," He smiled confidently "but no tongue." He stuck his tongue out at me and walked upstairs to his room. I pulled out my laptop and searched online for guns and knives I would want. "Nick! Come look at weapons with me!" He rushed downstairs and threw me onto the couch and sat next to me "OH my gosh girl what you looking at?!" He said in a peppy girl like voice "Haha gross don't make that voice. Okay so I want two butterfly knives." I batted my lashes at him "Haha we'll see, hey want to train?"

"Actually, tell me a little about the city. I know you've been out to cities before. I want to know what they're like." He stood and walked down to the basement "After we train!" I sighed "Fine! Let me change." "You're Scooby Doo Pjs are fine. Come on!" I ran down to the basement.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" He gestured to my boxing gloves, I pulled them on and approached him. "City fights are harder, they train like you. They aren't the little punks we have here who pull out guns at sight. They'll try to weaken you. Either your mind or you physically. There should be body guards of some sort. They will either be masculine punks or huge buff men. You have to know the weak spots. Use your slim body at an advantage. The bigger they are the slower. Jumps aren't their strong suit. The young ones will be really fast.."