Night Stalker

Bring The Felon To Justice

Night Stalker|Chapter Two

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Life is risky. Love is dangerous. Both are worth it.

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Leo bolted upright into a sitting position on his bed. Goose bumps filled every inch of his skin as a sickening sense of realization hit him.

His sudden awakening brought with it the slight quivering of his lips and trembling of his body, which augmented as he stared down in complete trepidation at his hands.

Lines of red ran the length of his hands, intertwining itself, like intricate patterns, complicated yet beautiful.

His eyes widened as the faint but vivid voice of his subconsciousness whispered the fact to him. Blood.

Slowly, he surveyed the room he had occupied daily, finally his eyes fell on a steely object —or rather a dagger, placed on the nightstand. Its blade was clean and spotless save its hilt, but it looked foreign. The weapon that had committed the dreadful act.

He jumped off the bed, quickly stripping himself as he entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. The cold water fell on his skin causing a shudder to run through his body and bringing a plenitude of goose bumps in its wake.

He closed his eyes in silent concentration, trying to ward away the fear that was creeping up his spine.

A multitude of questions ran around his mind, some superimposing themselves on another to get his much needed attention.

Will her death be traced back to him? Had he been followed? How did he get back home? The more he thought about it, his anger strengthened and all this was directed at only one person.

Water from the shower seeped through his hair, cooling his scalp, but not being able to shut off the thoughts of the night before, which were creeping back into his consciousness.

He had been filled with happiness and relieve despite the invisible burden he had carried from thenceforth.

The night before, he had quickly retraced his footsteps back to where he had come from. As he walked through the silent street, it seemed as though everything were watching his every move.

The moon stared down at him with disdain, casting frightful shadows which looked like human forms in hiding, ready to pounce on him if he made any wrong move. The leaves on trees trembled as he walked past them.
The stars seemed to retreat farther away from where they had once been, afraid that he might reach out and grab hold of them or do something of the kind he'd done some minutes earlier.

He had seen an owl which stared at him with its large eyes; eyes which seemed to be drilling holes into his very soul.

After he had found his way home, he'd scaled the wooden fence and took a ladder from the garden shed, placing it against his window from whence he entered his room.

Without bothering to change he had placed the dagger on the nightstand and collapsed on the bed, drifting into oblivion afterwards.

As he remembered all this, another question seemed to buffet his mind.

Why hadn't he dispose the dagger on his way back?

Leo turned off the shower and towelled off. He stepped out of the bathroom and opted for a pair of denimed jeans and a T-shirt from his closet as he went down to breakfast.