Stalker Chronicles - Dark Fiction
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,915
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1
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Chapter 1 Cyber Stalker
Title: Cyber Stalker
Fandom: Original 18+ XGC Dark Fic
Author: CrisNoWait
A.N. These stories are multi chapter WIP. Each one is complete with a twist at the end, death happens, so be warned. Will the stalker be brought to justice, well follow the series and find out.
“ “ = spoken word
‘ ‘ = thoughts
**** = postings
(( )) = ring tone music
==================================================================================
****The Fan…
Chris gazed at his wide screen lap top computer and posting a message on his favorite site, a sneaky grin spreading across his handsome face. Then he chuckles, reviewing his message, the server walks over with coffee pot in hand.
“Hey cute kids like you smiling like that, must be really dirty or the funniest thing in the world.” She laughs topping off his cup and placing the bill on the table.
Leaning back casually he offers her his winning smile flipping his head so his shoulder length auburn hair bounces out of his face. “Yup, dirty hey,” he glances at her nametag again, “thanks again Marge I really did need to charge my system. My friend’s heading to college on a road trip, and just updates us grunts; funny what people put online I could follow him anywhere.”
“I tell my son to stop posting pictures of his ugly puss all the time, but it wasn’t long ago I did the same thing.” She happily accepted the money nodding, “I’ll get your change.”
“No Marge that’s for you, I’m hitting the road again.” He gulps the black coffee in two long drags, and then jumps up grabbing his backpack and shoving his coveted computer in a dark case and then hoisted his heavy backpack on his shoulders with a grunt.
Marge blushes shoving the money in her apron. “Which way are you heading, did you say west coast?”
“That’s right but south first I got a few friends to meet in Texas.” He looks out at the empty roadway. “I got a great tip on a real nice set of wheels.”
“Good luck with that, here’s a tip Bob’s got an eighteen wheeler heading your direction if you hurry you can get him.”
Chris beams at the older women thanking her again and dashing out the door for the dusty truck driver.
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****The road …
Sam changed the radio station again, to a blaring country music twang setting his teeth on edge. “Shit why didn’t you get a rental with a CD player?” He presses the buttons shutting the music off and snatches up his cell phone.
Shaking his head Rick chuckles lightly rolling his deep mid-night blue eyes at his younger brother and pushing long fingers through his jet-black hair. He is the first to graduate from college in several generations and has a personal goal to make sure his brother follows his example. However, Sammy and he are like oil and water driving his little brother to Texas for school never originally part of the plan. Since money is tight, Rick and his father worked out an arrangement, meeting the old man at the halfway point now after more hours than he wants to admit his brother is eating at his nerves. “Sam we got to get along better. Man I am tired why not switch with me so we can push it through the night and cut our trip in half?” Rick switches lanes taking the next exit. “Our next stop will come up soon, but I would rather keep going with only a short break.”
Shaking his head distractedly, Sam sucks his teeth, pressing the buttons on his cell phone with two thumbs. “I don’t want to drive we should get a room if you’re ready to crash.” Sam a seventeen-year-old journalism major receives a four-year scholarship to Texas State University. Sam knew in time Rick and he will work out their differences, especially living under the same roof. Unlike his brother, Sam keeps his honey blonde hair back in a tight twist and soft brown eyes giving him an innocent doe eyed appearance. He stands six feet two inches with a lean muscular body that he conceals in oversize print tee shirts and baggy cargo pants, mostly in black. “I’m hungry lets stop somewhere besides I want to check my email.” The teen said vaguely, grinning and sending another text message.
Rick grumbles. “You are always hungry, damit man you got your license over a year ago this will be good practice for you.” His younger brother ignores him completely, “You can check your email on that thing, anyway. I think you should give that darn thing a rest, stop telling those perverts your every move in the world. As far as a room not if I can avoid it money is tight.”
“I got money if you need it, come on its noon. I haven’t eaten since four this morning; you are always telling me I’m too skinny.” Sam pulls his light eyes off the tiny device grinning, and poking Rick in the shoulder. “These perverts are my cyber friends and I like keeping them inform so it’s like we are all on this trip together.”
“Do you want some psycho to come looking for you, that’s not smart Sam?” Rick admonished. “You are not that skinny especially when we are on a fixed budget. I will to teach you how to watch things like spending and managing a budget. We got at least another eighteen hour drive, I don’t want to use my credit cards so the answer is...” His deep blue eyes flicks to the side of Sam’s silent profile, sighing. “Fine we will get something to eat but you are driving for the next six hours.” Rick takes the predetermined exit, entering the small town peering at the various eateries. “Which one, they all look pretty clean.”
Sam sat up instantly. “Pull in there that restaurant offers wireless connection.” The teen bobbed on the seat pushing buttons on his phone. Grinning so big Rick looked away to hide his amusement. Despite the brat being a pain in his ass he really loves Sam getting, a room alone might not be a bad idea.
They settle in one of the booths in a corner Rick orders for both of them while Sam set up his laptop and sips his drink. Rick admires the changes in Sam’s face; his little brother becomes a completely different person when he is online. The fact that his brother only writes homosexual stories did not bother his older brother at all, since Rick is open about his sexuality for the past five years.
The server returns with their burgers and fries while Sam clicks away since powering up the laptop, with an adorable crease between his bright eyes. The older boy chomps his food while Sam ignores his, finally nearly done Rick snaps. “Look you are the one that wants to eat, so eat and what the hell are you going to tell me about the new update or not?”
Sam stared over the top of the monitor a dazed look in his eyes, his brother shoving food in his mouth to keep from fuming again, he just realize why Rick is angry. “I’m sorry Ricky; look at these comments, the guy is spamming me all over the place.” He switched seats, shifting the food so the laptop is in front of Rick and then he slid into the seat so close to his older brother their shoulders press together. “Just use this to move the mouse and tap it to open the links.” He demonstrates quickly then grabs his cooling burger taking a huge bite while Rick scans the messages.
Rick tried to ignore the feel of Sam’s hard thigh pressing against his leg; he shifted to lessen the contact staring at the messages. Too quickly, Sam leans over Rick again pressing his lean arms over his brother paging down to reveal more of the thread. The gentle scent of Sam’s cologne wafts over Rick and sends goose bumps up his neck, while a familiar heat twitched his groin.
“Look Rick he’s post over ten messages since I updated two days ago, this is freaky.” Sam eyes narrow focusing on the monitor while Rick quickly lost interest in the postings, now admiring the gentle pout of his little brother’s pink lips and the new masculine angle of his still growing features, a hint of blonde hairs ghosting his upper lip.
Sam has a habit of tapping his foot; his knee bobs constantly while sitting currently sending inappropriate signals to his older brother hardening length. Rick shifts again feeling the arousal intensify finally he huffs impatiently. “Look I got eyes just back up a bit.”
Sitting back with an indignant look Sam pouts, his cutest look, at least to his older brother, “I just want to show you that guy is creepy. He’s always making faces at me and…”
Rick barks in laughter, loud enough to make several heads spin in their direction; reflectively Sam grabs the Laptop cover trying to shield the messages from the restaurant audience. “Knock it off; this is too funny look what he wrote.” Rick shove the lid open again brushing away Sam’s hand.
**posting**
@Sam Hey your update is hot, *rolls on floor to put out fire* that is close; I almost lost the family legacy, who wants that. Oh, you are creepy how do you come up with the research for your stories? It is so in-depth and detailed. *Shifty eyes* are you a real serial killer, here is a secret me too. *Cheer!* We are one in the fold *bows*, I am stalking you.*Hides knife behind back* See you soon!***
**end posting**
“He says creepy stuff like that all the time. Not just commenting he rambles; talking about everything from the kind of toothpaste I have my characters use, to when did I have them shave their ass.”
“Do you mind I miss this update let me read it real quick.” Rick quickly pages back to the most recent update while he finishes his coffee.
Sam, stands shaking his head. “I’m going to the men’s room, be right back.”
Twenty minutes later Rick grins’ “Sammy I want to comment but I’m signed in as you.” Taking his eyes off the screen Ricks’ surprise Sam is not across from him. He then shifts in his seat staring for his brother in the thin crowd. ‘That’s right he said something about the restroom.’ Turning back to the monitor Rick quickly posts his own comment. Grinning at his own words, he decides to add a comment to the ‘creepy stalker’.
**posting**
@Chris I been stalking this kid my whole life and you are not going to beat me to him because *yanks chain* he is with me *pats Sam’s head*. See I am his biggest fan. Do you want to make a bet? Ha, you cannot beat me!****
**end posting**
Rick then surfs over to check his profile and reply to comments in his groups, when he realizes the time; Sam has not returned. A server spots him staring around and approaches pulling out his bill.
“Good afternoon sir, is there anything else I can get you?”
“My brother he said he’s going to the men’s room but that was almost an hour ago, can you watch my stuff while I go check for him?”
Kate stares him up and down skeptically. “I don’t know sir can you tell me what he is wearing I can send one of the guys to look for him.”
Rick continues to scan the small space for his brother but her tone turns his vivid blue eyes on the young women, pulling out his wallet. “This is what I owe watch my stuff and I will give you twenty more ok.” He shoves the money in her hands making his way to the restroom.
Brushing past several people exiting the short corridor toward the restroom, Rick opens the door starring at the seemingly empty rectangular facilities. The smell of urine and deodorize wash over him causing a queasy feeling in his stomach, his mind already rehearsing some very choice words for the brat once he lays hands on him. The stall before the last flushes, Rick heaves a sigh of relief all the others stood empty this has to be Sam.
Pasting a grin on his face Rick hides his worry; his vanishes instantly now that he realizes his brother has a stomach issue. “Hey did that food not agree with you I was…” he stops abruptly as a short man in his fifties steps out of the stall looking at him strangely with beady eyes and round face.
Rick held his breath at the odor, “Excuse me I thought you were my brother.” He apologized lamely. The pudgy man shakes his head without a word and than walks out the restrooms not giving the sinks a second glance. ‘Disgusting bastard.’ Rick thought turning his attention to the last stall. “Sam are you alright in there, man I been looking for you.”
Silence for several seconds, and then Rick knocks on the door “Sammy, don’t play games with me you little prick!” Still nothing, he pulls the handle surprise to find the door locked his heart skips in his chest the situation begins to feel ominous. The edge of the door fit snuggly against the frame so no gap reveals if the stall is truly empty. Glancing over his shoulder, the men’s room still empty, he drops to the floor peering quickly under the door, vacant. His chest tightens while he continues staring at the toilet base and up the sides to the tank, wondering where is his brother.
“What are you doing?” A man in a dark suit stood near the entrance gaping at him.
Rick jump from the sudden echoing voice, and then stutters to explain when his brothers’ cell phone rings, the music of Three Days Grace echoes off the walls.
((I hate everything about you, why do I love you. I hate everything about you why do I love you.))
[TBC]
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I will continue but I need to hear from you, *should I continue*? The worse part of this site is the layout features, so middle-age. Hence I can't give you the true *feeling* of reading a computer screen. Well, comment if you want more, other wise I wont bother. BTW Thanks everyone for reading..
Fandom: Original 18+ XGC Dark Fic
Author: CrisNoWait
A.N. These stories are multi chapter WIP. Each one is complete with a twist at the end, death happens, so be warned. Will the stalker be brought to justice, well follow the series and find out.
“ “ = spoken word
‘ ‘ = thoughts
**** = postings
(( )) = ring tone music
==================================================================================
****The Fan…
Chris gazed at his wide screen lap top computer and posting a message on his favorite site, a sneaky grin spreading across his handsome face. Then he chuckles, reviewing his message, the server walks over with coffee pot in hand.
“Hey cute kids like you smiling like that, must be really dirty or the funniest thing in the world.” She laughs topping off his cup and placing the bill on the table.
Leaning back casually he offers her his winning smile flipping his head so his shoulder length auburn hair bounces out of his face. “Yup, dirty hey,” he glances at her nametag again, “thanks again Marge I really did need to charge my system. My friend’s heading to college on a road trip, and just updates us grunts; funny what people put online I could follow him anywhere.”
“I tell my son to stop posting pictures of his ugly puss all the time, but it wasn’t long ago I did the same thing.” She happily accepted the money nodding, “I’ll get your change.”
“No Marge that’s for you, I’m hitting the road again.” He gulps the black coffee in two long drags, and then jumps up grabbing his backpack and shoving his coveted computer in a dark case and then hoisted his heavy backpack on his shoulders with a grunt.
Marge blushes shoving the money in her apron. “Which way are you heading, did you say west coast?”
“That’s right but south first I got a few friends to meet in Texas.” He looks out at the empty roadway. “I got a great tip on a real nice set of wheels.”
“Good luck with that, here’s a tip Bob’s got an eighteen wheeler heading your direction if you hurry you can get him.”
Chris beams at the older women thanking her again and dashing out the door for the dusty truck driver.
-----------------------
****The road …
Sam changed the radio station again, to a blaring country music twang setting his teeth on edge. “Shit why didn’t you get a rental with a CD player?” He presses the buttons shutting the music off and snatches up his cell phone.
Shaking his head Rick chuckles lightly rolling his deep mid-night blue eyes at his younger brother and pushing long fingers through his jet-black hair. He is the first to graduate from college in several generations and has a personal goal to make sure his brother follows his example. However, Sammy and he are like oil and water driving his little brother to Texas for school never originally part of the plan. Since money is tight, Rick and his father worked out an arrangement, meeting the old man at the halfway point now after more hours than he wants to admit his brother is eating at his nerves. “Sam we got to get along better. Man I am tired why not switch with me so we can push it through the night and cut our trip in half?” Rick switches lanes taking the next exit. “Our next stop will come up soon, but I would rather keep going with only a short break.”
Shaking his head distractedly, Sam sucks his teeth, pressing the buttons on his cell phone with two thumbs. “I don’t want to drive we should get a room if you’re ready to crash.” Sam a seventeen-year-old journalism major receives a four-year scholarship to Texas State University. Sam knew in time Rick and he will work out their differences, especially living under the same roof. Unlike his brother, Sam keeps his honey blonde hair back in a tight twist and soft brown eyes giving him an innocent doe eyed appearance. He stands six feet two inches with a lean muscular body that he conceals in oversize print tee shirts and baggy cargo pants, mostly in black. “I’m hungry lets stop somewhere besides I want to check my email.” The teen said vaguely, grinning and sending another text message.
Rick grumbles. “You are always hungry, damit man you got your license over a year ago this will be good practice for you.” His younger brother ignores him completely, “You can check your email on that thing, anyway. I think you should give that darn thing a rest, stop telling those perverts your every move in the world. As far as a room not if I can avoid it money is tight.”
“I got money if you need it, come on its noon. I haven’t eaten since four this morning; you are always telling me I’m too skinny.” Sam pulls his light eyes off the tiny device grinning, and poking Rick in the shoulder. “These perverts are my cyber friends and I like keeping them inform so it’s like we are all on this trip together.”
“Do you want some psycho to come looking for you, that’s not smart Sam?” Rick admonished. “You are not that skinny especially when we are on a fixed budget. I will to teach you how to watch things like spending and managing a budget. We got at least another eighteen hour drive, I don’t want to use my credit cards so the answer is...” His deep blue eyes flicks to the side of Sam’s silent profile, sighing. “Fine we will get something to eat but you are driving for the next six hours.” Rick takes the predetermined exit, entering the small town peering at the various eateries. “Which one, they all look pretty clean.”
Sam sat up instantly. “Pull in there that restaurant offers wireless connection.” The teen bobbed on the seat pushing buttons on his phone. Grinning so big Rick looked away to hide his amusement. Despite the brat being a pain in his ass he really loves Sam getting, a room alone might not be a bad idea.
They settle in one of the booths in a corner Rick orders for both of them while Sam set up his laptop and sips his drink. Rick admires the changes in Sam’s face; his little brother becomes a completely different person when he is online. The fact that his brother only writes homosexual stories did not bother his older brother at all, since Rick is open about his sexuality for the past five years.
The server returns with their burgers and fries while Sam clicks away since powering up the laptop, with an adorable crease between his bright eyes. The older boy chomps his food while Sam ignores his, finally nearly done Rick snaps. “Look you are the one that wants to eat, so eat and what the hell are you going to tell me about the new update or not?”
Sam stared over the top of the monitor a dazed look in his eyes, his brother shoving food in his mouth to keep from fuming again, he just realize why Rick is angry. “I’m sorry Ricky; look at these comments, the guy is spamming me all over the place.” He switched seats, shifting the food so the laptop is in front of Rick and then he slid into the seat so close to his older brother their shoulders press together. “Just use this to move the mouse and tap it to open the links.” He demonstrates quickly then grabs his cooling burger taking a huge bite while Rick scans the messages.
Rick tried to ignore the feel of Sam’s hard thigh pressing against his leg; he shifted to lessen the contact staring at the messages. Too quickly, Sam leans over Rick again pressing his lean arms over his brother paging down to reveal more of the thread. The gentle scent of Sam’s cologne wafts over Rick and sends goose bumps up his neck, while a familiar heat twitched his groin.
“Look Rick he’s post over ten messages since I updated two days ago, this is freaky.” Sam eyes narrow focusing on the monitor while Rick quickly lost interest in the postings, now admiring the gentle pout of his little brother’s pink lips and the new masculine angle of his still growing features, a hint of blonde hairs ghosting his upper lip.
Sam has a habit of tapping his foot; his knee bobs constantly while sitting currently sending inappropriate signals to his older brother hardening length. Rick shifts again feeling the arousal intensify finally he huffs impatiently. “Look I got eyes just back up a bit.”
Sitting back with an indignant look Sam pouts, his cutest look, at least to his older brother, “I just want to show you that guy is creepy. He’s always making faces at me and…”
Rick barks in laughter, loud enough to make several heads spin in their direction; reflectively Sam grabs the Laptop cover trying to shield the messages from the restaurant audience. “Knock it off; this is too funny look what he wrote.” Rick shove the lid open again brushing away Sam’s hand.
**posting**
@Sam Hey your update is hot, *rolls on floor to put out fire* that is close; I almost lost the family legacy, who wants that. Oh, you are creepy how do you come up with the research for your stories? It is so in-depth and detailed. *Shifty eyes* are you a real serial killer, here is a secret me too. *Cheer!* We are one in the fold *bows*, I am stalking you.*Hides knife behind back* See you soon!***
**end posting**
“He says creepy stuff like that all the time. Not just commenting he rambles; talking about everything from the kind of toothpaste I have my characters use, to when did I have them shave their ass.”
“Do you mind I miss this update let me read it real quick.” Rick quickly pages back to the most recent update while he finishes his coffee.
Sam, stands shaking his head. “I’m going to the men’s room, be right back.”
Twenty minutes later Rick grins’ “Sammy I want to comment but I’m signed in as you.” Taking his eyes off the screen Ricks’ surprise Sam is not across from him. He then shifts in his seat staring for his brother in the thin crowd. ‘That’s right he said something about the restroom.’ Turning back to the monitor Rick quickly posts his own comment. Grinning at his own words, he decides to add a comment to the ‘creepy stalker’.
**posting**
@Chris I been stalking this kid my whole life and you are not going to beat me to him because *yanks chain* he is with me *pats Sam’s head*. See I am his biggest fan. Do you want to make a bet? Ha, you cannot beat me!****
**end posting**
Rick then surfs over to check his profile and reply to comments in his groups, when he realizes the time; Sam has not returned. A server spots him staring around and approaches pulling out his bill.
“Good afternoon sir, is there anything else I can get you?”
“My brother he said he’s going to the men’s room but that was almost an hour ago, can you watch my stuff while I go check for him?”
Kate stares him up and down skeptically. “I don’t know sir can you tell me what he is wearing I can send one of the guys to look for him.”
Rick continues to scan the small space for his brother but her tone turns his vivid blue eyes on the young women, pulling out his wallet. “This is what I owe watch my stuff and I will give you twenty more ok.” He shoves the money in her hands making his way to the restroom.
Brushing past several people exiting the short corridor toward the restroom, Rick opens the door starring at the seemingly empty rectangular facilities. The smell of urine and deodorize wash over him causing a queasy feeling in his stomach, his mind already rehearsing some very choice words for the brat once he lays hands on him. The stall before the last flushes, Rick heaves a sigh of relief all the others stood empty this has to be Sam.
Pasting a grin on his face Rick hides his worry; his vanishes instantly now that he realizes his brother has a stomach issue. “Hey did that food not agree with you I was…” he stops abruptly as a short man in his fifties steps out of the stall looking at him strangely with beady eyes and round face.
Rick held his breath at the odor, “Excuse me I thought you were my brother.” He apologized lamely. The pudgy man shakes his head without a word and than walks out the restrooms not giving the sinks a second glance. ‘Disgusting bastard.’ Rick thought turning his attention to the last stall. “Sam are you alright in there, man I been looking for you.”
Silence for several seconds, and then Rick knocks on the door “Sammy, don’t play games with me you little prick!” Still nothing, he pulls the handle surprise to find the door locked his heart skips in his chest the situation begins to feel ominous. The edge of the door fit snuggly against the frame so no gap reveals if the stall is truly empty. Glancing over his shoulder, the men’s room still empty, he drops to the floor peering quickly under the door, vacant. His chest tightens while he continues staring at the toilet base and up the sides to the tank, wondering where is his brother.
“What are you doing?” A man in a dark suit stood near the entrance gaping at him.
Rick jump from the sudden echoing voice, and then stutters to explain when his brothers’ cell phone rings, the music of Three Days Grace echoes off the walls.
((I hate everything about you, why do I love you. I hate everything about you why do I love you.))
[TBC]
====================================================================================
I will continue but I need to hear from you, *should I continue*? The worse part of this site is the layout features, so middle-age. Hence I can't give you the true *feeling* of reading a computer screen. Well, comment if you want more, other wise I wont bother. BTW Thanks everyone for reading..