Peter Pan The Killer

Chapter 12: Peter Pan Pays A Visit

A sudden light has shed since Gwen's meeting with James.

She felt more productive than ever. James had tried his best to dig out the many case files of the victims and found thorough information on several of them through his many ways. She realised she was nowhere near a forensic detective, more like an insane teen, but thanks to James, she aspired to be one more than ever.

Gwen pushed through the crowded hallways until she reached her locker. Pauline was already there waiting for her. Gwen unlocked her locker and threw her books into her bag before slamming it shut.

"You're looking much better since the last couple of days. Do I dare ask why?" Pauline said, linking her arms with hers as they strolled to class.

"Let's just say, I met someone. And he's been a big help in cracking the case," Gwen replied, a grin cracking her nonchalant expression.

Pauline gasped, "You met a he?! He believes your madness! And you did not tell me?" She placed a hand over her chest, with an exaggerated hurt expression. Gwen shook her head and chuckled.

"Yeah... I was going to tell you today..." she said.

"Well, start talking then!" Pauline pestered. And so, she did. Telling her all, as they pushed through the throngs of people.

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"You're right when you say that there's a pattern," James said, studying the compilation file of Gwen's work. There were at the same coffee shop, going over each others evidences.

"It might be a psychologically related incident," he says.

"But how does he know if they have psychological issues?" I asked.

James frowned, "The killer you speak of itself is different. From what you're saying, he appears to be there for one moment and disappears the next," James said.

Gwen nodded, "Even I don't know what to make of it." She sighed aloud.

"Nevertheless, he's pretty convincing if he's able to make people fall out of their windows," Gwen continued. James was pondering, his eyes focused on the papers in front of him.

"Don't take this the wrong way. I'm looking at all sorts of possibilities, but what if... These people had suicidal thoughts to begin with. The killer merely catalysed the process," James said, choosing his words.

Gwen clenched her fists, "Not all of them did. My sister..." she turned away and let out a breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I'm just... Giving an idea..." James spoke in concern. Gwen breathed in and out and gave him a wry smile.

"Yeah, it's fine. I think it's getting late... We should wrap it up," she said. James gave her a worried look, realising that she was avoiding the topic.

They packed their things and with a brief goodbye, Gwen left. She drove in silence, the dark roads causing her mind to wander into even darker places. Anna was not suicidal. Yet she was depressed. Gwen was avoiding the possibility. Her heart just could not accept it.

She reached home, took off her coat and shoes and slumped onto the bed. She covered her eyes with her arm, swallowing the large lump in her throat. Images of her sister flashed in her mind. The guilt had already consumed her whole. She was nothing but an empty shell. What was she doing? What was she still pursuing? Was this all worth it?

Maybe... She should just end it all?

She opened her dazed eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Why did giving up feel so tempting?

No.

Giving up, was not in her dictionary. She was getting so close and would not stop till she found the culprit. She reminded herself of the oath she made. Her hazy mind was clear with determination. All her doubts pushed to the side. Nothing would stop her.

A cold gust of wind brushed past her. Gwen's senses perked. She had not opened her window since she came home. An abrupt chill ran up her spine. Instincts were telling her to jump and run.

"You sure are a tough one to crack," a voice spoke, she thought it came from the deep recesses of her mind. She could not pinpoint its location. Gwen shot out of bed, her head whipping towards the window.

It was wide open, curtains fluttering in the breeze, the moonlight casting a ghastly glow.

"But everyone breaks in time," said the voice again. It was male, deep, and a low whisper. Gwen whipped her head around again. There was nothing there.

The wind suddenly blew with a force. Gwen shuddered at the cold. From the corner of her eye, she thought she saw an outline of a figure. The room's dark shadows cast upon it. A moment it was there, the next it was non-existent.

"Who's there?" her voice made its way out. She could not hide the fear that shook it. She heard a deep chuckle. Goosebumps prickled her skin.

He is here. Her mind screamed in alarm.

"You bet I am," she heard him whisper, as if her were right behind her. She turned around and again saw nothing.

"You're the killer," Gwen said with a mask of confidence, when in reality she knew she was cowering with fear. In a twisted way, she knew he was aware.

"Killer? I prefer the term saviour," he said again. Gwen did not know where he was. She stood in her place and spoke, anyway.

"You're insane..." Gwen muttered in disbelief. He chuckled once again.

She felt his presence behind her. Knowing he would disappear if she turned around she stood in her place. Fear crawled into her bones.

She jerked as she felt cold fingers trace her neck. They paralyzed her in place. He caressed her jawline, before he placed his hand over her mouth, clamping her mouth shut. His icy fingers left a trail of goosebumps. Gwen's mind was blank. She could not think of a response. Her mind and body were not in her control.

She felt his breath fan against her ear. It thawed her skin; she was expecting ice. This man was no human to her. He was a monster.

His low chuckle reverberated throughout her body.

"At long last we meet, Wendy."

With a gust of wind, he vanished. 

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