Three days. It's been three whole days and four whole nights since Harry's seen Delilah. He's outside tonight to look for her. So far he's checked her house, the neighborhood park, and that cupcake shop she swears she never goes to but always ends up having goodie bags from. Turns out she works there. Harry feels cheated knowing he could've had free pastries.
He has his eyes peeled and ears tuned in, trying to find her in any way he can. He feels like maybe she just doesn't want to be found, which is why her phone is off and his calls keep going straight to voicemail. He hates that he's managed to fuck up the one thing he had. And what was it over? ShitFace. ShitFace got him paranoid and he got Delilah mad. He forgets that she has short temper. Forgets she doesn't know him well enough to be scared of him.
Someone in the building next to him opens the door and the first thing he hears is the television. He hears the newscaster say his girlfriend's name.
Harry pauses and then walks into the bar, going straight to where the television is hanging from the ceiling. He points at the bartender after a moment; catching three words on the screen that make his heart drop. Missing: Delilah Porter.
"Turn this up," he tells the man with the remote. "Turn it up, I want to hear it."
The volume raises and he squints his eyes to read the captions so he knows what's being said.
"Miss Delilah Porter has been reported missing by her mother who found that her daughter has not called every day like she usually does. It has been two days since her disappearance and police officials encourage people who may have some information regarding her whereabouts to call the number below. You can remain anonymous if you request so. Officials encourage..."
"Fuck." Harry tugs at his hair and ignores the stares he's getting from everyone in the bar. He doesn't care about coming off as guilty because they're mostly all either drunk or high. "Shit."
A hand comes up to brush his shoulder and he turns toward a black haired girl.
"I'm not interested," he seethes at her before walking back to the entrance. He already has his mind made up. Already knows what he has to do.
He makes a mental note of what to bring to ShitFace's House of Horror. That broken-down, abandoned building that used to be a haunted house for children.
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Harry didn't pack any big weapons because he's definitely not scared of this man. His goal is to get into the house, take his girlfriend, and then leave. He's not interested in any fights or killing anyone, but hey, might as well do it this one last time to someone who deserves it. He doesn't have to worry too much about Delilah, though, because she can defend herself.
She's not a damsel in distress and ShitFace is a murderer, but he's a lousy one at that. One that gloats about his kills. Fuck that guy who hides in the shadows and keeps sending him prank calls. He hates him and he's never even met him. Maybe it's because they're rivals. Or maybe it's because ShitFace kidnapped Delilah and he has to go out of his comfort zone to get her back.
He knows his methods of killing. Knows his victims are damn near slaughtered with their bodies scattered around the states like branches. Barely even recognizable. At least Harry has some common decency to leave them by the bridge. It's peaceful there. Beautiful.
It's ten in the evening and Harry's climbing the side of the building trying to get to the top floor. It makes sense for her to be kept on the top floor because he's like any other murderer who would either put their victims on the very top or very last floor. There's no basement so the top floor is an obvious go-to place.
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FanfictionWhere Harry is one of the two anonymous murderers in a small town, and his girlfriend goes missing. "There's a bloodbath in his mind." Highest Ranking: #286 in Mystery/Thriller #spookyhoesonlychallenge