Deeply Red

Two birds one stone.

(The stalkers POV)

Morning traffic passes by me, as I sit at a bus stop across the street from John's apartment. I look occasionally at the police that have swarmed to the scent, like ants at a picnic.

John's wife woke up only half an hour ago, I could hear her scream from down the street. She's now sitting on her front steps, softly shaking as she drinks her coffee. I glance back down at the book in my hand, pretending to read about John F. Kennedy's last days. After a few minutes of this, I hear sobbing coming from across the street. I look back up, to see a few paramedics taking a body out in a bag on a gurney.

I open my briefcase, and take out my red notebook. I open it up, looking down at the names on my list. I take my pen, and cross off John's name. I place everything back in my briefcase, and return to my book.

"Please let me go with him! Please..." John's wife sobs from her apartment steps. She throws herself on to the gurney, crying as a young rookie cop tries his best to console her.

The police ask John's wife a few more questions before they wrap things up, and leave. The once crowded apartment steps is now empty, and John's wife has gone inside.

I stand from the bench, making my way down the block to a convenient store. That's when I see her, her beautiful light brown hair bouncing in the soft morning light.

Amy is walking towards John's apartment from her car. Her blue jean shorts, and black leather jacket sending lustful thoughts to my mind. She walks up to John's door, and knocks. His wife soon after opens the door, letting Amy inside.

She is most likely trying to figure out why, and how John is suddenly dead as well. After finding his picture in that envelope I left for her.

I make my way towards Amy's car, glancing inside to see what she brought with her. Next to a empty cup of iced coffee, is her bag. This is where she has kept all of my photos, and my love letter.

I smile at the thought of her trying to find me, soon enough she'll no longer have to look. I'm going to gain her trust, then once I get her alone, I'll knock her out until I get her home, our home.

I walk away from her car, continuing down the block. The passing cars giving off a slight breeze. I enjoy walks like this, early in the morning when most people would rather be in bed sleeping.

I begin to whistle a little tune as I stroll down the sidewalk. Enjoying the feeling of the crisp morning air.

I walk into the small convenience store on the corner. I heading to the back, and grab a water from behind the glass doors. As I step up to the cash register I lay down a five.

"Keep the change," I say to the young lady sitting on a stool, who hasn't even acknowledged me yet. She just nods yes, and blows a bubble with her gum as she scans a cosmopolitan magazine. I turn walking out the door with my water.

I head back down the block to the bus stop I waited at earlier. I want to go up to Amy when she leaves John's apartment, convince her to have a coffee or something. I'm just not really good at talking to such a beautiful woman like her. I never say the right things, and it always ends in awkward silence or them never speaking with me again.

I reach the bench I was at earlier, and take a seat. I watch the door of John's apartment just waiting for her to come out. After a short five minutes pass, I see her walking down the steps of the apartment.