Where Birds Fly
By: Akkiko Lente
Authors Note: What do you think so far? I am using the named Subaru and Escort here without permission but I do not own them.
Chapter 2: The Bird Flies
Jester stared at his target and ran his hand through his hair. Alisa was a lovely girl, soft, fiesty, inttelegent. Her hair was long and blond, only it was an extremely light, almost white, blond. It hung to her waist and as she scuttled along the street it left a trail in the air behind her. Her eyes were the coldest blue he had ever seen, almost emotionless. Then there was her body. Perfectly shaped with lightly muscled arms, hard stomech, firm and long legs, and perfectly sized hips. Her features were sharp, making her have a very intellegent and even suductive air about her.
He followed her at a long distance as she made her way through the busy streets of the city. She got in her car, a subaru outback with a dark green finish. She popped in a CD and stepped on the acelerator. He got in his car, a rather beat up escort, and followed her as she weaved to her hometown and stopped in front of her house.
He watched her scurry to the door and then she began to fumble with her keys. To him, she was the perfect balence of innocence and strength. She opened the door and dumped her mail on the table in the foyer as she kicked off her shoes. He went to the back of the house which was where her room was. The window had thin curtains that he could see through. He chuckled to himself. "Alisa my dear, you`re asking for trouble."
She walked around her room almost aimlessly, stopping to pick up a day old can of soda to see if there was any left in it. She slumped her shoulders and made her way to the refrigerater in the kitchen. She took out a can of soda and popped the top then came back and settled herself in front of the computer, clacking away at a book, letter, or something else. Jester wasn`t sure.
She did this every night he had watched her. She had been his target for at least three weeks. He knew everything about her. She had an above avridge I.Q., a degree in phycology, she had been a diving champion at her high school the year before, and she had looks. He smirked again and went to the van he had parked down the street weeks ago. It was so long ago that people almost forgot it`s existance. He sat inside in front of the dressing table and picked up the makeup he had sitting out.
He put a blond mustache on. He picked up long, blond hair extenders for his hair, then he made his features a little blushed looking, as if he had been whipped with the wind or rain. He was an attractive man. Six feet tall, musclear but not so much that he could be bulky. His hair was blond. Normally it hung to the nape of his neck but now it hung to his shoulders and it was pulled back into a thick ponytail. His eyes were baby brown, making charm an easy thing for him.
He stepped out of the car and began walking to the house, a grin plastered on his face. He walked up the steps, holding a piese of paper in his hands that had a fake phone number on it. Also on the paper, was her address. He faked a slight englesh accent, which seemed to put women at ease. He gave a firm rap on the door and heard a few footsteps before it opened a crack. She stared out at him with annoyance on her face. He smiled at her. "Jessica?"
She frowned and glared at him with suspision creeping into her face. "No, there isn`t even a Jessica in this neighborhood."
He sighed in fake dismay and rubbed his hands into his eyes. "Oh no! I meant this girl over the internet and we were supposed to get together but now! Oh no this is not good!" Alisa didn`t loose her hard deminor. He wondered if she knew she was tempting the devil, him. Finally he looked at her and smiled. "You`ve been so kind, can I just call her? I have her number right here. I`ll only be a minute."
She narrowed her eyes slightly but finally took a step back and pointed in the direction of the kitchen. He walked up the stairs slowly and grinned to himself when he heard the small click of the door locking. Her house was spotless, as he thought it would be. He dialed the phone number and she frowned when she heard the opperator on her unusually loud phone. "Wrong number?"
He looked at her and then looked at the phone in dismay. "I don`t think so. I think something is wrong with your phone." She looked at him with narrowed eyes and then put the phone to her ear. She frowned when she didn`t even hear the dial tone. She didn`t seem to notice the plyers in his hand.
"Hmm, well, I have one in my room that should be working." He nodded and thanked her perfusely then followd her as she walked back to her room. She stopped in her tracks when she heard the door shut and the lock click. When she turned he had a deadly grin on his face. He grinned as her breath quickened. His quarry was scared. She backed up against her desk, grasping a pair of sissors in her powerful hands. "What do you want?"
He took a step forward and she snapped the sissors up defensively. This made him grin as he drew out his own wepon, a stun gun that imobalized the victom. "What else would I want, except you?" She tried to stay away from him as she took steps closer. This amused him. Finally he had her backed into a cornor and she began to tremble. He moved closer, pressing against her and pinning her to the wall. "Nighty night." He put the stun gun aganst her side and then pushed the small button. Her legs gave out and she dropped to the floor.
He leaned over her as she looked at him in panic. He smiled as he took off his disguise. She took in a few straggled breaths. "Why..." He interupted her as he ran a few fingers through her hair. She whimpered a little bit as he took her hands and tied them together with a rope he had in his pocket.
He gripped her upper arms and pulled her, a little less than gently, to her feet then put his arm under her knees and cradled her as he dashed out of the house, as if she were hurt. When he got to the van, he yanked the door opened and put her in on a cot he kept in it. She moaned a little bit but he ony grinned as he climbed up front. He sat in the driver seat with a big grin on his face as he drove off.
Alisa felt as if she were swirling in endless darkness. She wanted to open her eyes so that she knew where she was but she had to think about her situation and what she had to do. There was a nudge on her shoulder. "Wake up dalring." Her eyes cracked open and she saw the bodies of three girls lying on tables. The tables were metal, and she was lying on her side on one. Her hands were still tied in back of her. The women had been freshly killed. He grinned down at her. "Three less mouths to feed."
The women, she noticed, were all on their sides wearing jeans and tee shirts. Their necks had been snapped. The heads hung at sickoning angles as they stared lifelessly at her. She hated to see broken necks, it wasn`t right. Her mother`s neck had been broken by her father and she could still remember that odd angle her head had laid at. He went to each one of the women, carving a smiley on their stomechs. She glared at him as he went along. "Are you going to kill me?"
He grinned. "Well, I used to give the police two weeks but these three were getting on my nerves. All that crying nonsence. I think you will be different though, I may keep you longer." She hummed in thought and lay back on the table.