Deeply Red

Always watching her.

(The stalker's POV)

The cold night breeze ruffles the trees around me as I watch from the dark wooded area surrounding Amy's backyard, the night hides me from view. She's standing there in her tight lacey silk pajamas, smoking what I assume is pot.

What a nasty habit, I'll have to put an end to that when she lives with me. I have the basement all set up for her. A bed, some clothes, food, a toilet, and even a television. She'll be all mine. The sound of a soft laugh brakes me from my thoughts.

"Let's go eat some pizza," her friend says.

The two girls turn, and walk through the sliding door. Amy stops as she closes the door, turning around to lock it. She stands there looking out into the darkness. I slowly begin to retreat into the night, walking slowly to my car.

I step into the the driver's seat, and put my pistol in the glove box. This is my problem, she's so perfect. So unbelievably careful. She never makes a mistake, always locks her doors, and carries a pocket knife.

She never seems to be scared of anything. I've seen her throw a grown man into a wall, and hold a knife to his throat. Which means if I'm going to catch her, I have to catch her when her guard is down. Ridding her life of her 'loved ones' so no one goes looking for her, is a lot of work.

Killing her brother, and his girlfriend was a good start. She may not know this but her brother always kept an eye on her so he had to be the first to go. I killed his girlfriend, and changed her locks to drive him crazy. Then I slipped a little something in his beers. He had a tendency to drink a whole pack every night after he thought his girlfriend ghosted him. Well I guess technically she did.

Killing Amy's drug dealer was my way of cleaning up the neighborhood, it's relatively easy to do at least. I paid off his plug. This time when he sneaks out in the middle of the night to 're-up' on his supply. His plug will have a few more friends with him, and they will make him consume a lethal amount of Fentanyl. Then they will take his body back into his house laying him next to his sleeping wife. Who takes heavy sleeping pills due to her declining mental health after a miscarriage. She'll most likely take care of herself for me.

I turn my engine on before pulling around the block. Making sure my headlights don't hit any windows as I make my way to the main road.

I drive down the empty road in my gray thunderbird, and pull into a 'stop and go' gas station. I park my car on the side then make my way into the store for a refreshment.

"Hey, good evening Mister," a middle aged woman greets me from behind the counter.

Her bright red lips, and overdone eyeshadow standing out under the fluorescent lights. I turn my gaze to the glass doors in the back, ignoring her.

I walk over to the wall of doors opening one to retrieve a water. I head for the counter when the cop from earlier today walks into the establishment. He shoots a smile to the lady behind the counter.

"Hey how ya doin Greta?" He asks giving her a small wave before heading into the aisles of chips, and candy.

"Oh, I'm doing wonderful McKnight. Do you want a pack of marlboros tonight?" She asks him taking my water, and scanning it.