He had been stalking me eight months now.   He managed to turn my entire life upside down. I slept all day, fearing the nights.  I had my com number changed so many times it was ridiculous.  My partner at work couldn't keep track of me!
     It started normally.  I met him off and on over the period of a year during the Operation Meteor incident in AC 198.  Then I had to fight against him during the Eve War in AC 199. I should have killed him! I met him again at a party for the Preventers. I was a Preventer then and he was there with a mutual friend. He said hello and I said hello back. Just being friendly. I left a few hours later, having only said hello. He wasn't even in my thoughts. A few days later the first of many calls came. He got my number from a mutual friend.   A boy I really didn't know all that well, but he had also been in the war with us.  He called to ask me out. I had to decline, I told him the truth, I wasn't into seeing anyone at that point in my life.  He accepted it and wished me well.  There was more I didn't tell him. He was considerably colder than I was used to. There was always something about him that bothered me. He kind of gave me the creeps. He had dead eyes and never smiled. This gave him a very evil appearance. In any case, I dismissed him after the phone call.
     A few days later I returned to my apartment from a day at work and saw to my surprise 15 messages on my com screen.  Wow, who has been trying to reach me?  I played them back.  First one was from my ex brother-in-law.  I am not divorced!  My wife passed away a long time ago and our families were joined together by out marriage.  My brother-in-law and I have always been close. 
     Next was my partner confirming our plans to come in to work early the next morning. Sally Po was the only friend I ever had.  She and I had been working together for over four years now and I cared for her a great deal.
     Then the next thirteen calls were all from him.  Each one he told me that I was his boy.  I belonged to him.   We were soul mates.   He knew when he first laid his eyes on me.  He had to have me.  I will admit at first I felt flattered but as the calls went on, I felt repulsed.  Then finally I felt fear.  Why was he doing this to me? I erased the tape and went to shower.  I had suddenly felt very dirty. I mentioned it to my partner the next day, but she told me to dismiss it. Forget it. The guy was obviously a little off balanced mentally, not to worry, he was just a harmless nut.
     When I returned home there were more messages.  And each day after.  Every time I came home there were at least ten to fifteen messages from him.  Telling me he loved me.  He always left his number telling me to call.  After about ten days of this I grew tired.  I didn't want to play anymore.  He was intruding on my life and I was angry about it. So I finally returned his calls. 
     I asked him to stop calling me.  Told him I wasn't interested in him. He begged me to see him.  Just one date and I would see how we were meant to be together.  No.  Absolutely not.  I had no interest in him whatsoever.  Then he became angry.  I was shocked at how quickly he turned.  He went from begging me to go on a date to telling me if he couldn't have me, no one could.  I hung up and took my phone off the hook for the night.  
     You see, I may have failed to mention it before, but this guy is a trained murderer. That's what he did during the war. We all killed people at one point or another, but he was programmed to kill.  This scared the shit out of me.  I was strong, but not stronger than him.  That was when the stalking began.
     Wherever I went it seemed I would see him.  I'd get on my bike to go to work.  At the stop light I would see him.  In panic I would ride off and be late for work.  Walking in the nearby park, he would be sitting on a bench.  He never approached me, only stared. If looks could have killed, I would have been dead.  Then the calls started again. Telling me I couldn't hide.  I had my number changed.  Within days he always managed to get the new number. He was an expert at hacking into anything encrypted. 
     Then one night he called and told me not to hang up, to hear him out. He was sorry he had been terrorizing me.  He wanted to apologize. Could he come over? I told him no way.  He asked me to open my curtains and look past the courtyard in front of my building.  I did.  He was there, on the pay phone at the corner.  Staring up at my window. Something about that really freaked me out.  He was watching me in my apartment, where I had previously felt safe. 
     From that night on I didn't sleep. I reversed my schedule. I would stay up all night and go to sleep at sunrise. Sleeping until sunset. I refused to tell my partner. I changed my shift at work. She couldn't understand why my behavior was becoming so erratic and irrational.
     This went on for long time.  I just "dealt" with it.  A number of times I would see him. I lived in a secure development, but I still didn't feel safe there.  I knew it was just a matter of having someone hold the door open for him and he could be inside. 
     Then one evening I went out to the store around the corner.  As I walked through the aisle I felt the hair on the back of my neck standing.  I was terrified but didn't know why.  I looked around and didn't see anyone except the cashier.  But I couldn't shake the feeling someone was watching me.  Finally something caught my eye, the security mirror in the corner.  I looked up and in the next aisle over he stood.  Staring up at the mirror, watching me with a big smile on his face. I panicked. I dropped my basket and ran from the store. As I turned the corner I noticed he was chasing me. I kept running. I got to the corner and there was some traffic, I stopped and waited. I looked back and he was closing in on me. I darted out into the street almost getting hit by a car. He was right behind me. I ran into the large courtyard of my building, fumbling to find the key. He was about 50 feet behind now. I got to the door and jammed my key in the lock. I opened the door, he was so close now. I jumped in and was pulling the door closed when he got there. The lock just clicked as he reached for the handle. I stepped away from the door as he banged on it. Yelling at me to let him in. I told him I was going upstairs and calling the police.
     When I got upstairs I did call.  As I looked out into the courtyard I could see him walking away. T he police came and I told them everything that had happened. I could tell they thought I was blowing everything out of proportion.  He was probably just my boyfriend and we had a fight. I asked them if they were going to do anything about it?  They asked me if he was the same guy that was the Gundam Pilot.  I said yes.  So was I, but he had more of a name for himself in the colonies.  They didn't seem to care at this point.  
     Thanks officers, I am overwhelmed by your concern. I didn't leave my flat for close to a week after that. He kept calling.  Now he was threatening me.  He was angry I wouldn't talk.  How dare I close the door in his face.  Who did I think I was?
     It was early June.  Thankfully I cannot remember the exact date. I went to the grocery store and was hurrying to get back to my apartment before nightfall. I entered my apartment, my hands full carrying a couple of bags of food. I kicked the door shut behind me and went to the kitchen to put the bags down. I realized I didn't hear the door shut behind me so I went out to close it.  There he was.  In my doorway.  Heero Yuy.
     I will never forget him standing there. In camouflage pants and a black shirt. He walked in and closed the door, locking it.  I was backing up slowly trying to get to the phone.  He knew it.  He told me not to move.  He pulled from his pants a large knife.  It had serrated edges and looked pretty lethal.  To say I was terrified would be an understatement. He came closer and I aimed a kick at him, but he caught it and pulled me to him.  He grabbed me and put his hand over my mouth.  He pressed the knife to my throat and told me that if I yelled he would slit it. To be sure he pulled a bandana from his pocket and gagged me with it. He pushed me back onto the bed and tied my wrists to the headboard. He used strips of cloth he obviously had gone to the trouble of precutting. I wondered how long he had been planning this.
     After I was tied down he sat down next to me. He told me how good it could have been for us. If only I hadn't been such a dick. He pulled the knife out again and used it to slice my shirt open and cut my undershirt off.  He held the knife to my right nipple and poked it.  He kept doing it until it became hard; that pleased him.  Then he proceeded to repeat that with the left nipple. Then he stood up and cut my pants and boxers off.  I was laying naked before him. I  was frozen with fear.  I knew what he was going to do and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it. He pulled his pants down and off one leg.  He went to the end of the bed and kneeled at my feet.  I was holding my legs down as hard as I could, I knew that if I kicked him he would kill me.
     He grabbed both of my ankles and pulled them apart, spreading me open.  He then tied my left ankle to the bedpost and my right wrist. He got up and went to my kitchen. I heard him fumbling around, things dropping and then he returned. He had cooking oil with him. He opened it up and poured some between my legs. Then he reached between my legs and started to rub it in.
"Oh you're so wet for me." He was fantasizing the oil was me!  Oh God, what a sick bastard, I thought. He probed me until I felt him push a finger inside me. Then another, then another, until he had four fingers inside me. I felt the tears rolling down my face. There was pain, but the humiliation was the worst.  I couldn't even get hard at this point and he didn't see to care.
     "You're such a whore. Such a wet ass you have."
     He called me his fuck boy. I had to fight the feeling of nausea that was rising inside me. Then he pulled his hand out of me and leaned over me. I had my eyes closed tightly, terrified of what was coming.  Then I felt his big ugly cock on my ass. Pushing at me. I guess despite the oil, it was difficult for him to enter me.  It hurt so bad.  Words can't describe it.  I had to bare down as if I were going to bathroom in order to alleviate the pain. This only made it easier for him to enter me.  Then all of a sudden he was deep inside me.  I could feel his hot breath on my face. Then he moved his head down and began biting my nipples, first one than the other, until they were raw. He was moving in and out of me, fucking me hard and fast.
     I felt his lips on mine. I gagged. I felt bile in the back of my throat. He moved the cloth kissed me. Then his tongue in my mouth, licking my tongue and the insides of my mouth. His cock moving in and out of me. I felt nothing, no pain, no pleasure. I was numb.  He must have sensed it because he stopped.  He untied my ankle. He turned me over, forcing my arms to cross in front of my face, and then he lifted my ass up. I was on my knees now.  Then I felt his fingers inside me. He fucked me with his hand for a few minutes then he took them out. He then shoved his fist into my ass. Oh God that hurt worse than anything. I screamed so much he placed the gag back in my mouth. He slapped my ass hard for yelling.
     "Shut up Wufei!" I felt the knife again. He was running it up the back of my thigh. I stopped yelling. Then he took his fist out of my ass. I could feel him moving closer to me. Then I felt his cock, as he slapped it on my ass. Then he shoved it in my ass.  He pulled out and went back to slapping my ass with it. He did this a few times, and then finally he  pushed into my ass and stayed there. It hurt too much now, I was openly sobbing.
     "Cry fuck boy, cry.  It didn't have to be like this Wufei, you did this to yourself.  Just wanted some love...that's all I wanted...you were so right for me...just wanted to f-"
     I was in so much pain as he pushed his cock deep into my ass. Then he started pumping it, in and out, faster and faster until finally he came. I could feel it shooting inside my ass.  My stomach was in cramps and I had to fight not to let my ass loose all over him.  He collapsed on top of me, forcing me into the bed. I felt the breath rush out of me. I was having trouble breathing.  After what seemed like hours he got up.  He tied my left wrist to the headboard and told me he'd be back. I could hear water running for a while.  The toilet flushing, then the door opened.  He came to the bed.  He was fully dressed again. 
     He had his knife with him. He sat down and rolled me over. He whispered at me, "I got in and did this. If you tell anyone, I swear next time I will do it again and finish up by slitting your  throat. Do you understand fuck boy?"
     I nodded yes. He got up, put his knife into his pants and left. It took me a little while to untie myself, but I did it. I jumped up and locked the door.  Now what do I do? I took a shower; I had to. I felt disgusting. Clean up. For some reasons those words kept going through my head. Clean up, clean up, clean up. So I did. Everything. I showered, then cleaned the entire bathroom. Then the bed. I threw out the sheets and the comforter. Turned the mattress, sprayed it down with Clorox.  The kitchen, cleaned everything.  I realized I had been cleaning for close to six hours.  Kind of a long time for a studio flat. I needed another shower. When I got out the phone rang. 
It was Heero.
     "I had a nice time with you, I'd like to do it again real soon." Then he hung up.  Oh shit.  I needed another shower. I realized in the shower I would never be clean here. I had to leave. 
     I called my brother in law. After my wife had died during the war her family had relocated to Earth. I told him I was coming home. 
     "For a visit? When?" I told him no, I was moving in with them.  He seemed surprised, of course, but he didn't question me. Our family is like that. I packed whatever I could fit into my bag, loaded it onto my bike and went to a transport station. 
     I left my bike at the station. I left behind my bed, clothes, a stereo, pictures, a fish tank, a career, a friend in Sally, and so much more. What I tried to leave behind I couldn't. I thought I could, but realize now, the memories would be with me forever.

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