Fated Stalker

I sit on a lone bench in Thomasville Municipal Park, reminiscing about finally meeting gentle Freda as we were destined to. How soft her flesh had been as I’d held her in my arms and slid my blade into her beating heart. The way she had smelt of gardenia as I’d laid my head upon hers, and listened to her take her last breath. Softly, she had whispered no as she had weakly tried to pull away from my hard embrace. She hardly fought me, recognizing the futility of fighting a predetermined act. Carefully, I laid her out with the care of a mortician, leaving her cold body upon the altar of the church she had decided to hide in. I shivered as I remembered the sweet taste of her blood as I licked it from my knife, before putting it back up.

Even though I’m still floating on a high from the encounter a week before, I cautiously watch those around me, listening for any new information that may have been found. The town talks of nothing but the death of poor Freda, unable to see how it was preordained. Their confusion over who would do such a thing is a real vibrant entity, throbbing with a life of its own. I feel myself slowly getting hard listening to all their theories. No one is aware of me, sitting alone, watching as they walk by. I could relieve myself, but I don’t. I sat in blissful agony, enjoying all the raw sensations.

There’s a moment of fright as I see Police Chief Walters walking towards me, forcing me to go limp. Worryingly, I almost rise from the bench to run when he raises his hand and waves before I realize he’s catching the attention of District Attorney Ricker. I cautiously sat back down, hoping they didn’t notice as the two met near me. Pretending to feed the pigeons, I listened as they discussed Freda’s murder and how they had no suspects in the case. The two were unclear on how to proceed when there were no leads. I fought laughter when the DA worriedly commented on the public reaction, not wanting them to notice me. Shortly, the two go their separate ways, leaving me to mine.

I sit a little longer, enjoying the rest of the afternoon, thinking of my life and hoping for the joy of the hard-on to return. Now I am free from my fate and unsure what to do with myself. I had not planned my life past the taking of Freda. I hadn’t even thought my life could exist without Freda. Realizing that now I can go anywhere and do anything, I feel such a weight lift off my shoulders. I have never felt such freedom before in this life and I’m exhilarated. Looking at the park around me, I see everything in a new light.

Rising, I leave the park by the East entrance, close to the bus stop. As I exit the portcullis and enter the evening sidewalk traffic, I glance toward the bus station and watch the latest bus leaving for parts unknown. As the taillights disappear into traffic, I look back toward the station, wondering what has drawn me to it.

As I watch, I see her come out of the glass doors. She’s beautiful and oh, so proud. She looks cautiously around before making her way to the corner of Fifth and Stein. Crossing the road, she continues down Stein, towards the only hotel in town, The Justine Baker Inn.

Shocked to my core, I follow her down the side street. It can’t be. The time’s been too short. My cycle hasn’t been completed. Never in our reincarnations had she appeared again so soon, but there she was my fate. My being is deeply confused, but one thing I am sure of. A new hunt begins tonight for my star-crossed prey.