Stalking In The Night

Chapter twenty

"Do you think she'll die from this person if we don't start finding who he is?" Daniel asked on the drive back to their place. 

"I don't know but we better find him soon. We don't want her to die from someone stalking her. If we wanted her dead, we would kill her."

"True."

It was silent for a moment before Mike broke the silence. "She seems like a nice person. Who'd wanna kill her?"

"I don't know and she is from the time I've been with her. Ask Owen, he knows more about her than I do."

"Okay. But really, from the time we've spent with her, which really is a short time, she does seem like a nice person to be around."

"Yeah she is."

"Wait . . ." Mike thought of something and Daniel could tell by his face. 

"What is it?"

"Isn't that the same girl that you used to like and watch three years ago?"

"Umm . . . yeah." 

Mike drove up to his driveway parking the car. Both men got out while the rest of the guys hung around Robert's place. Mike and Daniel walked up to home to meet the others. Mike sat on the top step, stretching out his legs as he leaned on the post while Daniel stood leaning against the fence. 

Everyone packed around the small porch enjoying the time of their lives. Talking away enjoying each other's company like it would be the last time on Earth. At some point, Owen and Lillian announced the good news of being engaged. 

Everyone congratulated them. The men patted Owen on the back while the women hugged Lillian. Owen and Daniel have been good friends since he joined so it wasn't a surprise when Owen asked him to be his Best Man. 

Daniel agreed big time. Anything for his best friend. 

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The sun set and everyone went back inside their homes. Daniel unlocked his front door stepping inside his comfy little home. Locking the door behind him Daniel settled in his rocking chair turning on his TV. Nothing new was on since it had channels like, the cooking, the news of all sorts, TLC, and other sorts. 

Daniel switched off the TV the getting up to take a quick shower. 

Washing his brown hair, his curls ended up in his eyes as he washed himself. It didn't take long to wash. Getting out of the shower, he wrapped a beige towel around his hips walking to his bedroom. Putting on boxers he slipped into bed early when he's ready to get up in around midnight. 

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The time came when his alarm screeched into his ear. Marley got up after pounding the alarm off. Searching through his closet for his killer clothing. Slipping into his outfit, Marley wrapped his belt of weapons around his waist. After getting dressed Marley went outside to meet the others. 

Latch is in the driver's seat ready to go when the others hurried up. Marley wasn't the last this time, Hellwood and Seizure are in the back talking while Gemar is in the passenger seat talking with Latch. 

It took another two minutes for Killian and carmin to come out. Once the two boys are in the back of the truck, Hellwood pounded on the window signaling for Latch to start moving. 

The boys chatted softly to one another as Carmin and Killian are still tired. Once they get killing, they'd be okay. Marley rested his eyes for a bit if he gets to kill tonight. Which is possible. 

Latch parked the car a couple blocks from the home as usual. Walking the rest of the way they walked onto the driveway as they huddled in. 

"Okay, Marley, Killian, Carmin, and Seizure go in."

Seizure grabbed the key from Latch, which opens every home. All four of them creeped in the home getting ready for their kill. 

Each heading up the stairs one by one without making a sound. Quietly peeking through the doors. Marley walked into a room with a child no older than eight. Walking in he sat on the little boy's bed as he stirred around.

The little boy woke up facing Marley.

"Daddy?"

"No." Marley spoke ever so softly while stroking his back. The kid sat up while rubbing his eyes his brown hair messy from his sleep. 

The boy took one look at Marley and started to cry. "Hey, hey, don't cry. It's going to be alright."

Marley got off the bed and grabbed the little boy rocking him back to sleep. "There, there. It's going to be alright."

Rocking the kid back and forth he finally calmed down. "Hey bud, what's your name?"

The kid sniffed and rubbed his eyes before answering, "George."

"Hey George, how about we go downstairs and find something to eat. Are you hungry?"

George nodded his head. Marley walked downstairs into the kitchen setting George down. The other three came down the stairs after dealing with the parents. "What are you doing, Marley?" Seizure asks. 

"Getting this kid food then I'll do it. I'm a pro with kids so let me handle it."

"Okay, you do you. We'll meet you outside."

They left him with George.

After getting him two yogurts, Marley brought George into his room. Just as George settled in bed, Marley sat on the bed with his hand behind his back holding the knife. After tucking George in, he asked what's behind his back.

"Oh this?" Marley showed George the knife. 

"Why do you have that?"

"To do something. Goodnight George, it was nice knowing you. You'll be with your parents soon."

Marley carefully grabbed onto George's hair, then sliced his neck.