The Devils Print- Part 6.2.1-Stalking the Prey-Monday

The Devils Print- Part 6.2.1-Stalking the Prey-Monday

A Chapter by siri

MONDAY

I have never stalked anyone before, but how hard could it be? All you had to do was be a ghost, stay unnoticed, become part of the background. thinking about the background, I started analyzing everything unnoticeable. The birds and city filled up the background sound. The neighborhood was a fairly quite one. The neighborhood this guy lived on was a rich one, and that didn't make sense to me at all. This guy was scum, a murderer living among the people society accepts. The rich people that keep the corporate world running. How did this guy make a living; it could not possibly be something legal. His house screams wardrobe of suits. He looks to much like s**t to attend rich parties and associate with rich corrupt politicians.  Well, maybe he is the link that makes them corrupt. There were enough cars parked on the streets to blend in with the background; therefore, I parked a block away from his house, and kept my eyes open.
"Hey f****r!"
What do you want?
"
This guy doesn't make sense. How can he afford this place?"
He must have some sort of power in the community. Powerful people possess lots of money.
"
Not the community people see everyday though, right? He doesn't present himself well enough. His power lies in the illegal world right?"
Most definitely the illegal world. He must associate with the real gangsters. The ones with politics. Those are the dangerous ones. They are the ones with ties in the courts, police, media, and all that bullshit. That means he isn't dumb; he knows what he is doing; people will notice his death though, so be careful.
"
I am planning to make sure people know he is dead, so that will not be a problem. If that is the case though, he will not draw attention to that part of his life? So his public life will just be a cover up, whatever I find out in the next couple weeks will just be a public mask."
You probably got that right. If you just stalk him you might not get all the answers, but who cares about that s**t. All you need to do is kill the mother f****r. He is paying for other sins that are just enough for his death.
"Well, maybe there are more reasons than just being a sick b*****d that this guy should die for."
Just leave it alone. You don't need to worry about it. You are working for me, and I can't have the f****n mafia with a hit on your head. They are two powerful in the community.  You will start a war, and you will die. Fast.
"Maybe you are right, but if I decide I want to know what the f**k is going on behind the scenes, you can't stop me. I'll do what the f**k I want."
Alright Mr. Richardson, do what you will, but your a fool to be a piece of paper playing with fire. Don't say I didn't warn you.
"Alright, I won't say you didn't warn me if it makes you happy"
Then finally Bill walked outside and got in his SUV.
"Well check it out. The man is a night walker. It's 4:30 in the afternoon and
he is barely leaving his house."
Wow, I didn't realize how fast time slips by when you are talking to yourself trying to figure out some sick f**k's real identity. Okay well lets see how Bill McKloud passes his time on Monday afternoons. I started my car, gave the man a good blocks head start, and started to fallow him.
We didn't drive long or far. We stopped at a bar just outside of his residential streets. The commercial in this area of town was extremely busy. That must be because we were about ten minutes from downtown, and downtown never sleeps. So he is a drunk, I already knew that one. I then began the very boring process of sitting and waiting, and sitting and waiting is what I did.  I parked in a way were I could see Bill sitting at the bar through the window. He seemed like a popular man at this bar. Well, he was most likely a usual, so that's not surprising. He is just reuniting with his bar familia.
That was pretty much how the night played out. He sat there getting drunk, while I sat there watching him get drunk. Some point throughout the night I saw him walk behind the bar though. What did that mean? Maybe he was just so much a usual he had that privilege.
Well, so goes the wonderful and exciting Monday of Bill McKloud's life. I wonder if Tuesday would have more excitement to bring. I fallowed the man back to his house and that ended the night. Spec-f*****g-tacular.
Something was clicking though. Deep inside the tangled, spiderweb like subconsciousness of mine, I gave birth to an Idea. It wasn't a big Idea just a baby Idea, but give it time and it would grow. When it would grow the Idea would have everything worked out. When this Idea was put to use, It would mean the end of the man called Bill McKloud.


© 2010 siri


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It's coming along nicely, Siri. You might want to go back through and fix the italics. At some point both the Devil's voices and "Mr. Richardson"'s voices both had italics. I do have a question though. What hapened to the girlfriend? She hasn't been mentioned since the first part; I didn't think couples went weeks without talking like that.

Posted 9 Years Ago


haha nice! besides the occasional grammar errors, i wouldn't fix anything. however, i didn't know that he was talking to himself until the end when you mentioned it O.o and it was confusing why some things were in quotes, but other dialogue wasn't? nice write!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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