Stalker Chronicles - Dark Fiction
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Horror/Thriller › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,916
Reviews:
1
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2 Cyber Stalker
Chapter 2 Cyber Stalker
Thanks For Reading
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((I hate everything about you, why do I love you.))
“What!” Rick freezes still half-crouched then he dived under the stall craning his neck to see a small corner of his brothers’ jacket hanging on the back of the door. The dark brown leather filled him with relief and joy; his brother should be close by he loves that jacket more than life and the cell phone right up there with air. Ignoring the threat to report the lewd behavior Rick crawled completely under the door. His hands slide quickly over the cool leather attempting to locate the tiny device. Rick utters a prayer the noise would continue and then cursed trying to hold off panic.
Rick snatched the jacket off the hook, his trembling hands franticly searching for the phone. Just as his hands grip the miniature equipment, it stops ringing. “God dam it! Dam it! F**k!” His voice echoed off the tile walls and rings back in his ears. Flipping open, the screen he push several buttons while the phone slips in his sweaty palm. The screen blinks then shows him the last caller, ‘out of area’ “****! Dam it!” Rick growled ripping the door open so hard it bounced off the tile walls.
A wiry man in his early twenties with neatly trimmed brown hair and eyes entered the restroom. Apparently, the customer really reported Rick’s strange behavior. “Sir is there a problem, my name is Neal I am the manager?”
Rick nearly drops the phone from the distraction. He gaped at the manager then launched into incoherent babble so quickly Neal put up a hand to stop him.
“Sir I can’t understand a thing you are saying. Take a deep breath and try to remain calm, what is this about your brother?” Neal stepped aside holding the door wide for Rick to exit ahead of him. “Why not come to my office so we can discuss this further?”
Pushing a hand through his dark hair Rick took a deep steadying breath, trying to compose his thoughts with the idea of calling the police inching to the front of his mind. “Yeah you’re right; I think we may need to call the police this is not like Sammy to just disappear like this.” He walked ahead of Neal back into the short hall when, the cell phone rings.
((I hate everything about you, why do I love you.))
“Thank god!” Rick exclaimed loudly punching the buttons and practically yelling in to the receiver, making his way back to the main dinning area gazing around for Sam.
**Hey Ricky if you don’t smile Sammy will scream. A pleasant male voice chirped at him**.
Rick scowls his dark brows knit together, “Who the f*** is this!” he bellows. His dark eyes quickly scan the restaurant while the manger eased a respectable distance away staring suspiciously.
**On the cuff of his last word, the pleasant voice snickers, Well, I don’t like to be taken lightly so...he trails off.**
Rick turns in circles his frown deepens. “Hello!” he barked again, he could tell the person did not disconnect the line. “I said who…” Rick choked on his last words as a blood-curdling wail echoes through the receiver, causing his guts to clench forcing bile in the back of his throat. “Sam!” He screamed in the phone, only to hear the distinct sound of his brother screaming his name and crying. “Sam!” Rick hollered.
The manager put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Sir is there something wrong?” Neal gave off an arrogant tone as if speaking to a vagrant asking for a free meal.
He flinched at the touch, shaking and trying to keep terror from consuming him. Rick turned his pasty face on the manager just as the caller returned to the phone.
Suddenly Rick laughed sighing deeply and putting up one hand to hold the store manager off, as a police officer entered the diner approaching them slowly. Rick continued to talk in the receiver the officer eyes the restaurant manager both nodding as if they share a private understanding.
“Sam you scared the crap out of me. Ha, ha I am going to nail you for that one, yeah, ok sure. No problem.” Rick hung up the phone shaking his head at the two men who suddenly demand his full attention.
Rocking on his heels the officer surveys him up and down. “Do you have any identification, drivers license and why don’t we step outside you can tell me what’s going on.”
Searching his pockets anxiously Rick pulled out his wallet while gripping Sam’s jacket under one arm, “Sorry officer I did not mean to cause a scene well my kid brother likes playing jokes on me, and he, just freaked me out.” Handing over his documents and stepping out side with the officer as two other patrol cars pull up.
The server near his table snaps her gaze away from her cell phone, as her boss clears his throat. “What are you doing?”
“Sir this guy asks me to watch his stuff while he looks for his brother.” She slipped the forbidden device in her pocket.
Neal folded his arms regally across his chest then jerked his head toward the floor, the server scurried away back to her post. The manger eyed her for several moments then turned back to the table staring at the lap top, the screen still revealed Ricks dark message, ‘Freaking pervert.” he thought pushing pass some gossiping servers and snapping at them to get back to work.
Rick kept answering questions for the officers until they seemed to accept his story and warn him against disturbing the peace. Flashing a complacent smile he apologizes for his actions and assures the officers, he will not repeat the incident.
Finally, they escort Rick inside the restaurant to collect his belongings and watched as he got back in the flow of traffic until he was practically out of sight. It was at that moment that Neal approached the officers adding some important details to his report, especially the name of the web site.
**The game...
Rick drove listlessly for a several hours in no particular direction along the out skirts of the small town. The caller told him to await the next message. He did not know what to do he kept staring at the phone as the sun drop the day ending. Eventually, he had no choice but to stop and refuel, after paying the attendant he leaned heavily against the steering wheel the anguish he fought to hold in erupts pathetically. He gagged and held his breath to stop the sobs; all he could think about is his brothers screams; he must find Sam. Lifting his head off the steering wheel, he snatched up the laptop.
The system powers up directly to his last posting refreshing the thread, Rick pages through searching for the person Sam mentioned earlier. The first page completely filled with Sam story however, after that, this person follows each update commenting five times if not more, his signature closing ‘See you soon.’ Rick flicked to the last page, to his own posting to re-read the comments by this person. He notices immediately that the last page has a new post message on the tool bar. Eyes’ widening to see someone has a commented his post from earlier that afternoon.
@Rickytickytaffey: Mwahaha! So I cannot beat you, *wraps Sam in duck tape* how can he be with you when he is in my dark basement. *Licks Sams face* taste good *Sam screams*
**“Ricky! Ahw!”**
**Mwahaha! This is going to be fun, at 9:00 PM the game will begin, you must get ‘here’ or the fun will not be the same. See you soon! Bad grin, mawahaha!
Rick blinks several times scanning the message again, wondering what the person is talking about. However, panic rose in his chest, he needs to get to the police this is just too much of a coincidence. The caller has his little brother and now this freak posts that he has Sam. The caller dared him to tell the police, dared with the sounds of Sam whimpering in the background. Closing his eyes what if they are the same person, what if this freak on the site really has Sam.**
‘What if?’
Tears leaked between his thick lashes, he inhaled a deep breath, staring at the screen again. ‘Here where is here.’ Moving the mouse over the word *‘here’*, he noticed it links to another page on the site. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he taps the mouse, instantly the browser takes him to a new page.
He read the page quickly then put the car in gear racing back to the restaurant to get his bearings his mind and heart filling with raw horror. This is no joke, or fluke that crazy freak tracked his brother down and now has him. The game starts in under an hour, if he did not make it in time. “F***! You better not hurt my brother you sick bastard!” Rick floored the gas taking a back street a few blocks over from the restaurant then park in front of a derelict building.
He pulled the laptop toward him and then read the instructions again.
**Mwahaha! Hello perverts I thought of this short game as a way to break the ice for a great new type of smut to feed my perversion. *Licks lips* Seme Uke BS&M Game Lol! I will start a short story, then each person post the next comment in response to the one before it, here is an example.**
*Uke: Cries begging the stranger not to hurt him....
*Seme: Responds by slapping Uke in the face, wagging a finger....
*Uke: Please do not hurt me....
*Seme: Glares lustfully….
**Mwahaha! See, perverts must follow the flow or your post will be skipped, and keep your actions short. I will give the setting so we do not need to get them in position. The game begins promptly at nine so be prepared to post and it ends when I say. Therefore, depending on how happy I am with the response it may continue or end quickly if that happens, I may kill the little uke for lack of interest. *shifty eyes* But not really *bad grin*
**Setting: Kidnapped Sam’s taken to a derelict building not far from where his brother is having lunch. Panic-stricken Rick soon learns where the kidnapper has his little brother, now it is a race against the clock to get there before it is too late. When he arrives, Rick’s forced to play out a game of sadistic masochism for the perverted kidnapper or neither will make it out alive. Mwahaha! Nice setting would not you agree.**
**I am the Thread Master my rule if final obey the rules.**
@Rick: *I am watching you Rick.* You better have your laptop with you and follow all the postings or *dum, dum, dum* you do not want to know what will happen. Oh *hot* almost for got go to the back and on the top floor far right you will find what you seek...
**Chris Posted: ‘Seme puts on black leather mask, covering his face completely and changes into matching wardrobe so he is not recognized. He will not speak one word to the uke, he is fear incarnate...**
[TBC]
Thanks For Reading
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((I hate everything about you, why do I love you.))
“What!” Rick freezes still half-crouched then he dived under the stall craning his neck to see a small corner of his brothers’ jacket hanging on the back of the door. The dark brown leather filled him with relief and joy; his brother should be close by he loves that jacket more than life and the cell phone right up there with air. Ignoring the threat to report the lewd behavior Rick crawled completely under the door. His hands slide quickly over the cool leather attempting to locate the tiny device. Rick utters a prayer the noise would continue and then cursed trying to hold off panic.
Rick snatched the jacket off the hook, his trembling hands franticly searching for the phone. Just as his hands grip the miniature equipment, it stops ringing. “God dam it! Dam it! F**k!” His voice echoed off the tile walls and rings back in his ears. Flipping open, the screen he push several buttons while the phone slips in his sweaty palm. The screen blinks then shows him the last caller, ‘out of area’ “****! Dam it!” Rick growled ripping the door open so hard it bounced off the tile walls.
A wiry man in his early twenties with neatly trimmed brown hair and eyes entered the restroom. Apparently, the customer really reported Rick’s strange behavior. “Sir is there a problem, my name is Neal I am the manager?”
Rick nearly drops the phone from the distraction. He gaped at the manager then launched into incoherent babble so quickly Neal put up a hand to stop him.
“Sir I can’t understand a thing you are saying. Take a deep breath and try to remain calm, what is this about your brother?” Neal stepped aside holding the door wide for Rick to exit ahead of him. “Why not come to my office so we can discuss this further?”
Pushing a hand through his dark hair Rick took a deep steadying breath, trying to compose his thoughts with the idea of calling the police inching to the front of his mind. “Yeah you’re right; I think we may need to call the police this is not like Sammy to just disappear like this.” He walked ahead of Neal back into the short hall when, the cell phone rings.
((I hate everything about you, why do I love you.))
“Thank god!” Rick exclaimed loudly punching the buttons and practically yelling in to the receiver, making his way back to the main dinning area gazing around for Sam.
**Hey Ricky if you don’t smile Sammy will scream. A pleasant male voice chirped at him**.
Rick scowls his dark brows knit together, “Who the f*** is this!” he bellows. His dark eyes quickly scan the restaurant while the manger eased a respectable distance away staring suspiciously.
**On the cuff of his last word, the pleasant voice snickers, Well, I don’t like to be taken lightly so...he trails off.**
Rick turns in circles his frown deepens. “Hello!” he barked again, he could tell the person did not disconnect the line. “I said who…” Rick choked on his last words as a blood-curdling wail echoes through the receiver, causing his guts to clench forcing bile in the back of his throat. “Sam!” He screamed in the phone, only to hear the distinct sound of his brother screaming his name and crying. “Sam!” Rick hollered.
The manager put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Sir is there something wrong?” Neal gave off an arrogant tone as if speaking to a vagrant asking for a free meal.
He flinched at the touch, shaking and trying to keep terror from consuming him. Rick turned his pasty face on the manager just as the caller returned to the phone.
Suddenly Rick laughed sighing deeply and putting up one hand to hold the store manager off, as a police officer entered the diner approaching them slowly. Rick continued to talk in the receiver the officer eyes the restaurant manager both nodding as if they share a private understanding.
“Sam you scared the crap out of me. Ha, ha I am going to nail you for that one, yeah, ok sure. No problem.” Rick hung up the phone shaking his head at the two men who suddenly demand his full attention.
Rocking on his heels the officer surveys him up and down. “Do you have any identification, drivers license and why don’t we step outside you can tell me what’s going on.”
Searching his pockets anxiously Rick pulled out his wallet while gripping Sam’s jacket under one arm, “Sorry officer I did not mean to cause a scene well my kid brother likes playing jokes on me, and he, just freaked me out.” Handing over his documents and stepping out side with the officer as two other patrol cars pull up.
The server near his table snaps her gaze away from her cell phone, as her boss clears his throat. “What are you doing?”
“Sir this guy asks me to watch his stuff while he looks for his brother.” She slipped the forbidden device in her pocket.
Neal folded his arms regally across his chest then jerked his head toward the floor, the server scurried away back to her post. The manger eyed her for several moments then turned back to the table staring at the lap top, the screen still revealed Ricks dark message, ‘Freaking pervert.” he thought pushing pass some gossiping servers and snapping at them to get back to work.
Rick kept answering questions for the officers until they seemed to accept his story and warn him against disturbing the peace. Flashing a complacent smile he apologizes for his actions and assures the officers, he will not repeat the incident.
Finally, they escort Rick inside the restaurant to collect his belongings and watched as he got back in the flow of traffic until he was practically out of sight. It was at that moment that Neal approached the officers adding some important details to his report, especially the name of the web site.
**The game...
Rick drove listlessly for a several hours in no particular direction along the out skirts of the small town. The caller told him to await the next message. He did not know what to do he kept staring at the phone as the sun drop the day ending. Eventually, he had no choice but to stop and refuel, after paying the attendant he leaned heavily against the steering wheel the anguish he fought to hold in erupts pathetically. He gagged and held his breath to stop the sobs; all he could think about is his brothers screams; he must find Sam. Lifting his head off the steering wheel, he snatched up the laptop.
The system powers up directly to his last posting refreshing the thread, Rick pages through searching for the person Sam mentioned earlier. The first page completely filled with Sam story however, after that, this person follows each update commenting five times if not more, his signature closing ‘See you soon.’ Rick flicked to the last page, to his own posting to re-read the comments by this person. He notices immediately that the last page has a new post message on the tool bar. Eyes’ widening to see someone has a commented his post from earlier that afternoon.
@Rickytickytaffey: Mwahaha! So I cannot beat you, *wraps Sam in duck tape* how can he be with you when he is in my dark basement. *Licks Sams face* taste good *Sam screams*
**“Ricky! Ahw!”**
**Mwahaha! This is going to be fun, at 9:00 PM the game will begin, you must get ‘here’ or the fun will not be the same. See you soon! Bad grin, mawahaha!
Rick blinks several times scanning the message again, wondering what the person is talking about. However, panic rose in his chest, he needs to get to the police this is just too much of a coincidence. The caller has his little brother and now this freak posts that he has Sam. The caller dared him to tell the police, dared with the sounds of Sam whimpering in the background. Closing his eyes what if they are the same person, what if this freak on the site really has Sam.**
‘What if?’
Tears leaked between his thick lashes, he inhaled a deep breath, staring at the screen again. ‘Here where is here.’ Moving the mouse over the word *‘here’*, he noticed it links to another page on the site. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he taps the mouse, instantly the browser takes him to a new page.
He read the page quickly then put the car in gear racing back to the restaurant to get his bearings his mind and heart filling with raw horror. This is no joke, or fluke that crazy freak tracked his brother down and now has him. The game starts in under an hour, if he did not make it in time. “F***! You better not hurt my brother you sick bastard!” Rick floored the gas taking a back street a few blocks over from the restaurant then park in front of a derelict building.
He pulled the laptop toward him and then read the instructions again.
**Mwahaha! Hello perverts I thought of this short game as a way to break the ice for a great new type of smut to feed my perversion. *Licks lips* Seme Uke BS&M Game Lol! I will start a short story, then each person post the next comment in response to the one before it, here is an example.**
*Uke: Cries begging the stranger not to hurt him....
*Seme: Responds by slapping Uke in the face, wagging a finger....
*Uke: Please do not hurt me....
*Seme: Glares lustfully….
**Mwahaha! See, perverts must follow the flow or your post will be skipped, and keep your actions short. I will give the setting so we do not need to get them in position. The game begins promptly at nine so be prepared to post and it ends when I say. Therefore, depending on how happy I am with the response it may continue or end quickly if that happens, I may kill the little uke for lack of interest. *shifty eyes* But not really *bad grin*
**Setting: Kidnapped Sam’s taken to a derelict building not far from where his brother is having lunch. Panic-stricken Rick soon learns where the kidnapper has his little brother, now it is a race against the clock to get there before it is too late. When he arrives, Rick’s forced to play out a game of sadistic masochism for the perverted kidnapper or neither will make it out alive. Mwahaha! Nice setting would not you agree.**
**I am the Thread Master my rule if final obey the rules.**
@Rick: *I am watching you Rick.* You better have your laptop with you and follow all the postings or *dum, dum, dum* you do not want to know what will happen. Oh *hot* almost for got go to the back and on the top floor far right you will find what you seek...
**Chris Posted: ‘Seme puts on black leather mask, covering his face completely and changes into matching wardrobe so he is not recognized. He will not speak one word to the uke, he is fear incarnate...**
[TBC]