Lock Stalk pt 2

I opened my mouth and said………….

            Work, home, jog. Work, home, jog. Ugh why did my life turn out like this? I was the fun girl. The fun blonde everybody loves. College is still sorely missed. I went on my jog as usual. It wasn’t until I was looking for a place to park. I realized I left my sports bra at home. Awesome. My backs going to hurt and I’m going to have all these creepy guys of all ages. Giving me those looks. News flash men on earth. We know when you’re undressing us in your head. As I made my way the brushing against my breasts from my top turned my nipples into one of those turkey timers. You know they pop out whenever the meat is ready. This meat is not ready yet here I am looking like I’m ready go. Fuck my life. I noticed a guy. I mean how could you not. Guy alone on a hill watching people intently. Can you say stalker? At the time I was just being a bitch. I didn’t know he was actually a stalker. I picked up the pace a little bit and got past him. I just kept going. I was too worried that he was close behind me and I would have to do something drastic. Or he would mistake my look back as interest. In which case he follows me and I have to do something drastic. But when I stopped at the water fountain he was nowhere to be seen. See just over reacting. Weeks went by I don’t know how many. I was at the gas station just getting a drink on my way home from work. I don’t remember seeing him. But apparently he had held the door open for me and recognized me. I went home and noticed the car that was sort of behind me somehow ended up right in front of the house across the street. Maybe he knew them. Just a strange coincidence. How conceded am I? To think I have a stalker. But as I continued to check out the window he never got out of the car. He just kept observing the house. Admiration and envy. A scary combination in my opinion. Finally he left. I let out a sigh of relief and began to pour myself a glass of wine. There was a loud banging on the door. I was so startled I dropped my wine. The last glass in the house. Upset is one of the words you can use. With trepidation I stepped towards the door. Bang. Bang. Like seriously give it a rest. I peer outside the window and see a girl with somewhat long black hair. She has a back pack filled with stuff. She looked upset. I asked through the door what she wanted. She said I was in danger and that she could help me. Being that I just had this scare I asked her to explain herself. After hearing her story I let her in. She was even prettier face to face, as oppose to seeing her through a dusty window. It’s on my to-do list. She went on in great detail about what happened to her. What his part was. And how we could stop him. I wasn’t opposed to the idea of vigilante justice. Just seemed like the authorities should be involved. For some reason she was very adamant about how the police failed her. How it was up to us to put an end to this creep. She was so sincere and distraught. So I agreed. He deserved what was coming if what she says is true. If anything back fired we could always claim self-defense. I was driving home from work. She was on her way to meet me at my house. Almost like a weekly justice league meeting. We update each other and discuss our options, as far as eliminating the problem. Almost home and I get a frantic phone call. When she was headed over she spotted him driving to the house. My heart jumped for a bit. Could this be it? Is it go time? Is this where we separate the girls from the women? Nervous yes. Excited yes. She told me to wait until she knew what he was up to exactly. I was ok with that. If I had pulled up and she hadn’t been there to warm me I could be chained to radiator Black Snake Moan style. Not my style. A few minutes went by. The phone vibrated in my lap. I’m not sure what was more exciting the vibrating in between my legs. Or the fact that we could nail this son of a bitch tonight. I answer and hear what I was looking for. Time to the plan in motion. Luckily my role was simply to pull into the driveway. To get his attention while she knocks him out. The baton she has is crazy. Cops use it or something like it. I can’t remember specifically. Doesn’t matter. It will serve its purpose. I pulled in slowly and after I parked I pretended to be looking for something. I wanted to give her as much time as I could without looking suspicious. Before I knew it I could see her little head pop out the front door. It was like when they killed Osama Bin Laden. We got him. I went inside expecting a really grizzly bloody scene. Like out of Dexter or something. Slightly disappointed to see just a small spotting of blood on her. Most of the blood ended up on my rug. Nothing important just a family treasure that had been passed down for generations. Miss bossy put me to work and I helped or rather did most of the work getting him tied down. She was more fixated on what she was finally going to say. He started to wake up and we still didn’t speak. I stared at him while she paced behind. He was curious as to who hit him it was all over his face. He knew it wasn’t me. I hadn’t even been inside yet. After the longest bit of awkward silence, she spoke up…finally. I felt like everything these past few weeks, led up to this. This one shining moment where she can look her attacker in the eye and say. Hey you hurt me very badly, now I’m going to hurt you. But she didn’t. Nothing even like that. She burst into tears and fell down at his feet and professed her undying love for him. And how she doesn’t hate him for what he did to her. It set in motion everything that brought them together now. He looked at me and looked at her. He didn’t remember her. He had no recollection of attacking and raping her that night. He didn’t look all too pleased with himself. Like he was ashamed of what he had done. This broke her. Like she had just wasted so much of her life and now she was at a point where she couldn’t just say screw it and walk away. Of course neither could I. But now things had changed. I don’t know what kind of a shit show I stepped into. I turn thirty and went this direction. I should have just tried to get knocked up. Now I’m not sure what to do. The girl with the false plan is sobbing on the floor. And creeper in the chair is just staring at me. I decide I need a drink. I walk into the kitchen to fetch myself a vodka straight up. I need a second before I ask her one very simple question……what the fuck? I take my drink down like a man. And it hits me. She could see me as a threat. He’s obsessed with me, she’s obsessed with him, and I give zero fucks. Unless my life is at stake. In which case I give as many fucks as needed in such a situation. This situation. She’s still crying on the floor. I saunter over as casually as possible. How cavalier can I be right? I grab the baton and as I’m bringing it up to my face she keeps one hand over her face as she sobs. The other with cobra like speed has grabbed my wrist. I don’t know what kind of crazy spy/ninja move I did. But like second nature I let go of the baton catch it perfectly with my left hand and bring it to her ribs. We both fall back. At least I have a weapon. But she does have crazy. I don’t hesitate I get my footing and lunge at her. Like a cheetah. But instead it’s a thirty year old woman with a police issue baton. I go for the kill zone and aim to come straight down on her head. This is the part where everything goes slow motion. Dramatic build up. Inevitable contact and subsequent head trauma. All that happened except it wasn’t slow. I came down on her skull so fast and hard it split. I was sprayed with bits bone and hair and blood. This was the Dexter scene I had envisioned. Just not like this. I landed on top of her. She’s twitching. It’s so grossing me out. I gag but I get away in time to hold back the puke. If she’s not dead she will never be the same again. The thing tied down speaks up finally. Only what comes out of his mouth…..is exactly what you would expect. He thanked me. Confessed his love. When I said no way. He turned violent. Trying to break free. Screaming. Bitch. Bitch. I don’t respond well to disrespect. Something snapped in me……..

            *ACTUAL 911 CALL*

911: Operator. What is your emergency?

Caller: Hi my husband and I were watching TV, and there just seems to be quite a lot of commotion and screaming. Well it has Gerald and I worried.

911: What kind of commotion? Aside from screams, any loud crashing noises, arguing?

Caller: Yes.

911: Anything else you can report ma’am. Everything helps so when we send a unit they can best handle the situation.

Caller: Well at first Gerald was taking the crash to the curb and said he heard crying. Quite loudly. We thought nothing of it. Then screams. Screams so loud I could hear it over the news.

911: Are there still screams coming from the residence?

Caller: Oh yes, it hasn’t stopped yet. She’s a strange woman my neighbor so I worry someone is hurt.

911: What is your neighbors address ma’am?

Caller: 1638 parkway drive do you need the zip code?

911: No ma’am a unit is on its way. So just stay inside. The authorities will sort everything out.

Caller: Believe me I will.

No history of complaints. House shows one owner. Whatever was going on has stopped. I figure I’ll give a stern warning and leave. No one’s answering the door. I knock on the front door and windows, announce that I am a police officer. Still no answer from within the home. I hear a wrestling inside. I decide to call for a backup unit. I go around back nothing seems odd at first. There wasn’t any sign of forced entry. Everything looked in order….until I came upon the window at the back of the residence. There was what appeared to be several large blood stains on the windows. I re-issued the call for backup this time reporting on what I found and asking for additional units.

Officer. Is it this point you pulled your side arm as the original report stated?

Yes sir. I proceeded to announce again that I was a police officer. And I said loud and clear any person or persons in the house need to come out slowly. I still heard no response. I again issued a warning that I would be forcing my entry. Based on the idea someone was hurt or dead. As evident by the blood spatter. My first back up unit arrived. I quickly debriefed him and his partner. We proceeded to issue a final warning before entering the home. When we entered the home we immediately saw victim number one. Female, Caucasian, black hair, roughly between 24-30 years of age. I went to check her pulse. It was faint but there. She had suffered a major wound to the top of the skull. I called for a bus while the other two officers continued to check the rest of the floor. After it was cleared. I instructed one officer to stay with the first victim, while I and the other proceed upstairs. We see a trail of blood leading to one of the bedrooms upstairs. We follow it halfway then again asked if anyone was in the room, and if so they needed to come out with their hands up. After a few moments of silence we heard a female voice say “come and get it” we proceeded to open the door. That’s when we discovered victim number two, and the suspect. She was beside the victim on the floor. She was covered in blood. Blood we now know to be a mix of both victims. We also collected bits of bone from her hair.

Officer, at which point did you open fire on the suspect? And is the report correct in saying that the only shots fired were from your weapon? Ballistics hasn’t come back. But the other statements claim you are the only one that fired. Why?

Sir after we noticed the grizzly scene, she stood up abruptly. I told her to get on her knees and to put her hands behind her back. She did not comply. The suspect kept getting closer. I issued another warning. She continued towards me something in her hand. She began to rush towards me. I proceeded to open fire. Clipping her in the arm, knee, and another shot hit around the suspects left shoulder. Shortly thereafter ambulances and extra units arrived.

Officer thank you for you cooperation. I’m going to shut the recorder off now. You did just fine son. You did your job. Worlds a better place for it. Now I know what you saw in that room. That’s horrific what that woman did to the second victim. I tell ya, you don’t see gruesome scenes like that every day. Even when you’re on the job it’s very rare. Personally I’ve never seen anyone do that to human remains. What she did was fitting of a pack wolves, or The Donner Party. Give the union psyche a call. You need to take a few tests before we put you back on duty.        

Yes sir.

 Forget about it son. Just gonna go crazy.

How can I not? You only saw photographs from the scene. I……I stepped in it.

First victim won’t likely make it. Brain damage is too severe. That’s two counts of murder. Now let me run this by you. How does an attractive, single, career oriented gal, do that kind of evil? I mean she gave Dahmer and Gacy combined a run for their money. How does someone like that blend in so well? Like I said be proud son. You might not have saved those two victims. Or any one of her past victims, that we know about. But you saved countless lives in the future. Take solace in that. Especially when you sleep. Otherwise your dreams will eat you alive.