Peter Pan The Killer

Chapter 17: Peter Pan's Infuriating Visits

"Just freaking leave!" Gwen exclaimed, snapping out of her nightmare.

It was the fourth day since the bet, and the killer clarified that he was not letting her off the hook. He visited every single night, annoyed and scared the daylights out of her, and then left her to wallow in a severe case of insomnia. It was dragging her to the edge. With Gwen's exams coming up, he only made things worse.

"Giving up so soon?" Peter Pan said. He leaned against the window, arms crossed over his chest, an infuriating smirk on his face.

Gwen clenched her fists, "No one said anything about giving up," she said through gritted teeth.

"My friend is already way ahead in solving this case. You may think I'm doing nothing. But you're oh so wrong!" she snapped, jabbing her index finger towards him, panting at her outburst.

Peter Pan had an all serious look for a moment. His eyes had no hint of humour, his lips set in a grim line. Then he burst out laughing. And he did not stop, as if her words were the most hilarious joke he had ever heard. Clutching his knees, after doubling over, he wiped his eyes.

Laughing? He was laughing? He thinks this is a joke. It dumbfounded Gwen. She was beyond pissed now. This would get her nowhere. He enjoyed getting her angry. She needed to stop losing her temper if she was going to stay sane. She took a breath

"Are you done?" she said annoyed, as he stopped laughing. He was the most cheerful psychotic murderer she had ever met. Not that she has ever met other psychotic murderers. It irked her. He was not even laughing like an evil madman sort of laugh. That would have been normal.

"Yeah," he said, then leapt onto the windowsill, "Well, so long. I'm done for the night."

"Wait!" Gwen exclaimed, stopping him from leaving. He gave her a quizzical look.

"Are you already insane enough to want me to stay? That's great," he said with a laugh.

"I-what? No! That's not it! I just wanted to ask..." Gwen said trailing off, this would be a stupid idea, she could already feel it.

Keeping a safe distance from his hypnotic perimeter, she said, "W-why... Why do you do this? What makes you think this is beneficial in any way?"

He dropped to sit on the windowsill his hands resting on each side. He tilted his head. "If that is your sorry attempt to get me to change my mind, congratulations, Wendy. You've failed," he said.

Gwen clenched her fists, she reminded herself not to get mad; it would only stoke his urge to tease her even more.

"No... It's not... I'm trying to look at things in a... Different perspective," she said, remembering Pauline's words from before.

Peter Pan crossed his legs and rested his chin on his palm, "I'm touched. See you tommorow," he said, before leaning back and falling off the window. Gwen let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to the window. She glanced down to see nothing before shutting glass doors close.

---------------------------------------

Since studying in her room would have too many distractions, the next evening she switched locations to the library. She invited Pauline to join her, but she had guests over, hence had to be home to help prepare for dinner. James was busy too. He said he had an urgent meeting but did not elaborate more on it. Not wanting to invade his privacy, Gwen left it at that.

She realised how little friends she had. After Anna's death, her social circle grew tinier until Pauline was all that was left. Was she missing out on her life by drowning herself in guilt? She remembered her sister, alone, depressed, with no one to lean on.

I deserve to be alone, Gwen thought to herself. This was karma.

Flipping open her textbooks, she glanced around at the empty library. It was a rather good day to be out and about, nice weather and all. She buried herself in her books, trying to get the most out of the few hours of studying she had. Yet after a while, her mind began to wander, doodles scribbled at the margins of her notebook.

What if she called the cops at night to capture the killer when he visited? He would most probably be a few steps ahead and not come by. Asking James to drop by would not help either. The killer always seemed to be way ahead of her, always predicting her next moves with precision.

At least she had a few precious moments of peace, far from her apartment. She could not help but sigh in relief.

"Is this what you call effective studying, Wendy?"

Gwen almost jumped out of her chair. Sitting opposite of her, his face previously obscured with a book, was the obnoxious blonde murderer.

"W-what the?! You-"Gwen was at a loss of words. She glanced around, no one paid them any attention.

Of course they would not. They looked like two normal individuals.

"I'm amazed at how you blend in the crowd. I would think anyone could smell a psychopath from miles away," she said with sarcasm. He blended it all too good in fact. With a pair of faded denims, and long sleeved blue tee, he could most definitely pass as a student. An irritating and good-looking one at that.

"Oh, Wendy. Right now, you look even more suspicious than me," he said with his trademark mischievous smirk. Gwen stopped trying to yell sense into the creep. Anger never seemed to help.

"I could scream and call the cops," she said.

"Go ahead," he said with a nod. As usual, he was a million times ahead of her.

Gwen did the most reasonable thing and ignored him. She continued to write the answers on her practice paper. He did not say a word and just sat there watching her. After she completed and marked it, scoring a frustrating ten out of twenty-five, she glanced up. She followed his gaze on her score on the worksheet.

"Yeah, definitely ineffective studying," he said with a snort.

"That's all because of you. You keep distracting me!" she snapped back.

"You brought this upon yourself," he replied with a shrug.

"You killed my sister!" she exclaimed, but then lowered her voice once again, noticing the librarian's warning stare. Peter Pan just shrugged once again.

Gwen collected her things and stuffed them in her bag. She stood up and started to leave, but before she left the desk she spared a moment to give the psychopath a warning glare.

"Don't you dare follow me, Peter Pan."

Of course, he did just the opposite.

--------------------
A/N : Hey guys! Please spare a moment to hit that star and vote for this chapter and many more to come. Your support is extremely appreciated!