Stalked By The Game

Chapter 1 - Meetings

::ARI::

I lifted my head, taking in the scene around me. To anyone else, it would have looked like your average high school. To me, it was a hunting ground that offered a constant stream of victims. It was an awful thought, but one I was familiar with. One that I'd come across too many times to ignore.

I brushed my hair of my face, focusing on each student as they hurried past. I watched a tall, blonde boy walk past. He had that same swagger many of them seemed to have. Jumping up the first two steps, he turned around and looked straight at me. Winking slightly, he quickly bounded up the rest of them and chased after his buddy.

I had seen the same thing many times before. Different places, different schools but the same look and feel. Usually, I was right about my instincts and over the years I'd grown to trust them. They all looked the same to a certain degree. The same movements, the same glances. Sometimes, there was variation, just like with anyone else. If you were an idiot in life, you were just as big a moron after it too. I had to be right this time. There was a lot on the line if she was wrong.

Why did they keep picking high schools? Getting an education was hell enough the first time around so why would anyone want to keep reliving it? The only thing I could think of was that it offered an endless variety of victims. Young, fresh, innocent. They were easy to pick off, one by one and it usually took a few months for someone else to click onto what was happening. Animal attacks, people liked to believe. It was much easier, much safer than thinking serial killer.

Grinning to myself, I followed the boy up the steps.

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

::THE WATCHER::

I made sure I stayed a good distance away from the new girl. I didn't like her at all. There was something about the way she held herself. To me, it appeared as if she was surveying the whole scene in front of her. Her flashing green eyes were narrowed and she had the same look on her face that a wild cat has when hunting field mice.

I watched as Guy Andrews bounded up the stairs and turned to stare at the girl. Any idiot could see that Guy was flirting with her, even though he was dating Penelope Jenkins. Guy winked and threw her a seductive smile. How could he do that? He was taken and still flashing his stuff around! It wasn't right, it wasn't fair. There were some things that were sacred on this earth and for me, love was one of them. He claimed to love her, but his actions, his eyes never showed it. They were always dull, glazed over.

Turning my attention back to the girl, I saw her gaze follow Guy's retreating back. Without hesitation, she followed. There was something wrong. The way she moved, the way she looked. It wasn't natural for a student. He quickly made his way towards the girl, chasing her into the dark hallway.

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

::GUY::

I could sense the girl following me and was thrilled that a girl I hadn't even met was so keen to do so. Feeling a slight twinge of guilt as I thought about my girlfriend, I pushed it aside. This girl was hot, there was no way around it. She didn't know it yet, but I'd been watching her all week, wondering if I dared approach her in the halls. Penelope had her little spies everywhere so doing something like that could be dangerous. On the outside, she was all goodness, kittens and rainbows but on the inside, she was jealous of everyone and everything. Bitch would have my balls if she found out.

As I finished up at my locker, I noticed that the girl was just a few feet away. Using the door to hide that I was watching, I stole a peek at her. She looked like the type of girl every guy here wanted. Long legs, curves in all the right places and green eyes that flashed like the eyes of a cat. Beautiful, cool, dangerous. She was the type of girl you'd bang for awhile and them move onto someone your mother approved of. It was like Disneyland. It was fun for the rides, but you wouldn't want to live there.

She turned suddenly and smiled at me. It was a sweet smile, one full of flashing white teeth and cheeky dimples. Moving her backpack from one shoulder to the other, she began down the corridor. Further down the hall, her bag slipped off, spilling her books all over the floor. She knelt down to pick them up and I moved towards her, eager to help. Yes! This was my chance and I was going to take it.