Heart Mayhem

He watched her as she walked towards her home and on the way to her work. With blood on the hands, knife nearby, he'd follow her in the shadows where he swore she'd never notice his presence. He was her precious stalking, watching over her at day and night, never leaving her alone. Making sure she was safe, he'd always be around and near. Wheter it was in person or in her mind, he'd pass across her beating heart in that beautiful chest full of feelings. Her freedom, her safity, he was her guardian without her to know. He'd kiss her on the cheek in her sleep as he sneaked into her bedroom. He'd deliver papers she forgot for work without her to find out his identity. He'd check out any guy who tried to win her heart, which was his. He'd eliminate anyone who tried to harm her and always be on the run for those crimes made with love. He was the man in black, running for the cops and yet always by her side. Her blonde hair falling on her smooth back, dressed in red with the high heels as she stopped for the traffic lights. Her presence, she as a human being, she was perfect in his eyes. Smart and funny, yet serious and dumbfound. Beautiful yet ugly sides, dressed so nicely yet torn apart. Shades of shadows in her room, a house lit in candle light. His queen with the crown on her head, living in his paradise while the king never met his future wife. Never he heard her talking to him, never she called his name. Never she noticed him walking around, never she saw him before in her life. Never she understood who was behind all of the actions in her planned life. But even so, he couldn't have fallen any harder, the murderer who never fell before in his life.

He walked behind her as she made her way into town, not that far away from her appartement, the place he visited at night only to make her breakfast and vanish back in the black. People passed her by, checking her out, whistling like she was a dog but not once she looked by. Head high, pride of her humanity she didn't want to be seen as an animal nor a playgirl. She was a lady who worked hard for her status, never she'd let anyone take it all away. Her hands close to her belongs, she moved like magic on the streets, through the crowld as he tried to stay close. Never he lost her out of sight, always his eyes landed on her appearance. Pretty beauty, she was his never ending song that played on repeat. He never grew tired, never stopped dancing for her, always did his actions over and over without getting any regret. His angel, he never left her alone on her own for any cruel monsters to come and get her. "Yes, I'm almost there", he heard her saying on the phone while she continued her walk. A voice like heaven, so honest without any false note or sound in it at all. But never she'd speak to him at all, he was the murderer of the town she lived in. He was the stalker who watched her sleep, he was the invissible man who made sure she was alright and being fine. If she had noticed him being there or his absence in times of sickness, she'd still never talk to him. Since he was the shadow, she was the light. He was never there face to face in her life, he dissapeared always in time before she walked in the building. She could only guess, think of any people she knew, but never she'd remember him. Mayhem, the killer on the run for the cops with several names on his hands who lived where she was. He lived wherever she went, hid where she wouldn't see. Although, it was never in his power to realise what she really was like, what she really thought. Never he'd expected her to know any of the things he had done. But for her, she always saw, that shy guy around the corner.

As she sighed softly, she finally was able to put the phone away after another call from her boss, yelling in her ears. It didn't hurt her, but it got her annoyed as she knew she made mistakes in a rapport with the wrong information she got from her boss, she still took the blame. Her job was all she had, all that she could do to see the boy hiding away in the shadows. She'd see him on her way to work, when she went to home. Like he watched her mouvements, making sure she was safe until she walked through her door. It was her only excuse she had to watch him closely, carefully, not wanting to scare him away. Blood dripping off of his hands, his neck, his face, his clothes. Dressed in black, eyes as dull as the night and hair as wild as the wind. Skin as white as winter, he was a mysterious being to her and yet she couldn't let him go. Like he got her stuck in her own self, although she realised who he was. The killer people were haunting, desperate to find. In the beginning, she recalled, she almost turned him in but as she grew curious as to why he didn't attack her within a month of following, she kept her mouth shut. His cold presence always nearby, wherever she went which made her feel different. It got her all warm, glowing inside, a heart beating way too fast and thoughts running through her pretty head. Mayhem, he killed her with love.

She stopped in her tracks, standing in the middle of the alley as the took a deep breath. Collecting all of the bravery she was able to find, it was now or never. She was ready and turned around. "I know you're in there", her voice talked to him in the shadows, a smile playing on her face. She looked in his direction while she waved softly, not afraid of his being. "H-hello...", he stuttered silently above a whisper so she barely heard. "Why are you hiding?" "Because I'd freak you out." Her smile never faded as she took a step in his direction, closer to him as she looked him gently in the eye. "And why would you do that, stalker of mine?" Embarrassed he stared at his shoes with a soft : "Because I do..." "I do not fear you", she spoke on sweet tones for only him to hear. Her hair flying in the wind as she walked up to him, stopping right in front of him, yet still in the light. Her eyes shone in the silver light of the moon, stars reflecting in her lookings. The queen she was, to him she could be no more perfect. "Why are you not scared of me?" She sighed softly, taking his hand in hers as she looked at the ground. Her heart beating loudly in her tight chest, almost exploding with the sensation. "Because you got my heart from the start, Mayhem."