I hold back, keep to the dark, and wait.
These two fuckers think they have it all figured out, think they're the only game in town.
They don't know I've been doing this longer, better, that I've been inside her and will be again, because even when she shivers in fear, she's mine.
They don't know I'm there, either, don't see me just behind them.
Just a single minded focus.
I wait, let them close in, ready for the moment when I can teach them both what it really means to stalk.
Mia looks over her shoulder.
Larsa does the same, but they don't stop.
Even with these two fucks gaining on them, they just pick up speed and keep going, like they're going to outrun them, like that ever fucking works.
Like they have a chance.
The other two are just a few meters behind, moving faster than they are, just a couple of minutes until they catch them.
If Mia or Larsa notice, they don't show it.
Around another bend and there… they finally caught up to the girls.
They get what they want.
I can almost smell their smugness.
A block behind them, at the other end of the alley, I catch my breath, play the shadow, play it smart, don't let on, don't give it away.
The girls try to walk away, try to escape.
But they can’t.
The scream is Mia's.
A short one, half-swallowed, half-lost before it even reaches my ears.
But it's more than enough.
I sprint like my blood's on fire, like it's the only thing that matters.
Shouldn’t have fucking waited.
I'm there in a second, a fucking hero with the stench of bloodalready on him.
There before they even have time to figure out what the fuck happened, who the fuck is ruining their little amateur night.
I let them know it with my hands, my fists, my violence.
There in a second, on them in less, before they even have time to put their hands anywhere I don't want them.
I get a hold of the first fucker's collar and yank him off Mia like he's nothing.
Like he's an afterthought, an obstacle, a bug under my shoe.
I want him to feel just how little he is.