A Constable's Stalker

Chapter 10: Come With Me

Since I my publishes may take longer now that school is just about in, I made this one somewhat lengthy. Something to occupy you until next upload. Enjoy. Plus trigger warnings and all that crap.

-Arthur's POV-

I couldn't believe it. It was her, after all this time, after all I've said. Here she is; my best friend Sally, the supposed girl of my dreams, yet never came to be. She rushes to me with a worry stricken expression, putting a hand on my face.

"Arthur! Thank goodness you're unharmed!" She says breathlessly.

I give her a weak grin. "Well...more or less." I joke.

"B..but that man! When I saw you with him I...." Her head droops down as her hand drops to my shoulder.

I sigh. "I'm fine Sal, truly I am." I rethink my statement. "Well...maybe not fully unscathed, but I'm here."

She lifts her head back up, I can make out a tear streak. "Right." She wipes the streaks away and regains her professional posture. "You're alive, that's all that matters."

I breathe, trying to push back the string of questions that I could bombard her with. Instead, I ask her the foremost one. "Not that I don't mind your presence, but what exactly are you doing in Harvey's dumpster?"

She seems taken back, as if the answer was obvious. "Wh..why...I've come to save you of course!"

I blinked, unsure of what I was hearing was correct. "Save me? From what?"

"From the Mad Constable you dolt." She giggles slightly. "You do know who I'm talking about of course? The one who goes around, killing downers as a hobby? The man who just left not too long ago?"

Oh right. Harvey, I wonder why that didn't come to mind at first.

My eyes widen as the revelation hits me. I've been more caught up with my chores than the overall situation at hand. How could I not remember?! He's the guy who captured me, who wanted to torture me, to kill me and leave my rotten corpse to the rats. And all this time, I've been under his roof. I shared a bed with this man, had breakfast, watched the telly, had a shopping spree with him. And despite all the chances, all the warnings, the wish to do nothing but leave his grasp, I still lingered around. Hell...I even, dare I say, had some fun?

If I still have half a mind, I'd say I've gone and lost it! In fact, I do still have half a mind, since the other half dares to say I enjoyed my time here. What's even worse is this isn't the thoughts of a joyed up wellie, I'm still within my wits. I'm still a downer, and yet I've seemingly lost the wits over the course of my stay, and bothers to have tea and cake with the downer killer.

I try to keep my inner qualms at bay. "R..right. Constable Kenzington." The thoughts of my stifled past actions and failures come back to me. "I've been trying to escape him for a month now I think. But I don't think I've ever actually gotten the chance."

"Well obviously, he's not as passive or irresponsible as most other bobbies." She fails to hide her sass in that statement. "I've always pegged him for a sort of expert. He'd know just how a downer works and what a downer would do next, as if they're some kind of animal."

She got that right, if I remember correctly, he had a murder board filled with my pictures. Most of them recent, others later. But it was all proof that the mad man was tracking me. I learned while chatting that Harvey knew of my crimes; the constable could calculate what would the next course of action be for a downer, and he knew I'd be heading to the Parade District. He knew that my only course of action barreled down to only fight or flight when surrounded, and given the set up, whether I had fought or flew wouldn't have mattered. I had been caught fair and square as he had put it.