A Constable's Stalker

Chapter 3: Don't Forget Me

-Arthur's POV-

It was him, I didn't want to believe it, but it was him. Harvey, from so long ago. Now this time, bigger, much bigger, and a more devilish look in his eyes. If the red uniform he was wearing didn't prove my point enough.

I stood there, or rather sat there, I had fallen from my initially crouched position. I stare at him as he stares back at me, his eyes never leaving mine. Normally, I would turn tail and run immediately once I've been spotted, but not now. I just sat there, like a Bambi in front of a wolf pack. Even then, the bobby would instantly chase me down the moment he's spotted me. But this guy is just staring down at me, not making a move. I feel that if I were to so much as blink, he'll charge me and gobble me up like a wolf.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I managed to gather my senses enough to speak. To say something to stop him from just bloody staring at me!

"Uh...lovely day for it?" I manage to squeak out.

He chuckled. "And what a lovely day it is. Or rather.." He started stepping closer. "..what a lovely night."

I hesitantly scooted back from him, he got closer and closer.

"As much as I enjoy the stars as much as the next bloke, rules are rules. And downers are downers."

Time to run.

I swiftly get on my hands and push myself off the ground. Dashing to the opening on the other end of the alley. I knew the bobbies would see me once I make it out, but at this point, I didn't care. As long as I was away from HIM. When I got to the opening, I was met with two clubs smashing into my face. The blow from the clubs came with such force and happened so suddenly, I was brought down hard. My head hit the cobblestone with a heavy *thud*.

" take a gud....ads! We.........em!"

"We've the......."

"Indeed w......"

The voices were muffled by the ringing in my ears. My head was aching badly and my vision was going blurry and dark. My mind was steadily numbing to properly think. All I could do was watch the several bobbies as well as the familiar one in red. I closed my eyes and let the darkness finally take me.

One Day Later....

I awoke with a groan. A familiar aching in my head from it spinning. Opening my eyes revealed an immediate blur of brightness. I try to shield my face with my hand, only to notice a lack in its movement. In fact, there's lack of movement to both my hands, and my legs. I manage to blink the blur away, eyes finally more adjusted to the light. 

Looking around my surroundings, I see the source of the light. A lone bulb hanging from the ceiling via wire, shining a pinkish tint around the room. The walls are lined with white and red tiles, and one bright red door about seven feet in front of me. A stylish contrast to the floor, which is dull and grey with red rust chipping at it.

Noticing my current position, I'm apparently tied to a wooden chair. Looking down, I can see my feet are tightly bound together by a thick rope. My hands are likely bound as well. The aching in my head worsens a bit as I recall the past events. I remember trying to get into the Health Institute, then trying to get back to my bunker, then...that man. Harvey. Trying to run from that man, then getting sacked in the face. They've captured me.

I struggle and tug at the ropes, but they refuse to budge. I could scream but that probably wouldn't be of any use. Besides, it would probably just alert my captors. My weapons were most definitely confiscated by the bobbies, including...my letter of transit. A feeling of aggression washes over me as pull at the binds more.