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After seeing others of this forum write outstanding and amazing stories, I decided to write one myself with the main theme being “Stalkers”. This story takes place in a small town by the name of Springston. Near this town, a jailbreak occurred causing highly dangerous criminals to break free into the surrounding area. The police thought they captured all of the escaped prisoners, but one is still out on the loose and thirsty for murder. The murderer that broke out is known to not only kill unsuspecting people, but to also stalk them before he does. Five unexpected High School students find themselves immersed in a world of fear as they find themselves ‘targeted’ by this pyschopath. After finding out what the 5 students have in common, they team together to hunt down this insane individual to bring justice to their lives, and the town. Can they stop this cold-blooded murderer before everyone they know or themselves are killed one by one? Or, can they unite together and stop him once and for all?

P. S. : I've divided the beginning of the story into 5 prologues, each setting up the story with each of the characters individually (all the characters are based off people from Kametsu). After I've completed the 5 prologues, the actual storyline will begin.

Finally, without further delay, the story starts...

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Narcissistic

Prologue I: Poetic

My footsteps echoed throughout the alley as I sprinted for my life. My pace quickened, and my heart raced as fear took over me. Tears started streaming down my face and blurring my vision as I started to realize running was of no use. I should have listened, shouldn’t have thought this was a joke. To me, this seemed a dream, but the pain was real. I felt trapped, and that no matter how hard I tried to get away, no matter how much I was protected, I was never safe. The fulminating footsteps behind me grew louder and louder, and I dared not glance back. As I turned the corner and realized I had hit a dead end, my heart stopped, and I knew so had my life…

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Sunlight poured through a bedroom as Poetic slowly opened her eyes. “Ehh, what a terrible dream…” she thought to herself, as she picked herself up out of bed. The girl drearily looked over her shoulder and at the clock. “Dammit! I slept in again!” she said. Poetic quickly jumped out of bed, and fell over from the sudden rush of blood to her head. “Ouch…” the girl said as she rubbed her head. After getting up, she quickly slipped into some slippers, and ran down the hallway to the head of the stairs. “Morning!” her dad called from the bottom of the stairs just as she reached the top of the stairs. “Morning…” she responded with a bleak smile, still dazed from being woken late. Poetic drearily stomped down the stairs, and sat down at the kitchen table. She put her head in her hands and rubbed her eyes. “Pancakes sound good?” her dad asked as he set down a fresh batch of homemade pancakes. Poetic looked up, and smiled. “Thanks.” the girl replied glumly. “Something the matter?” her dad asked curiously. “No, not at all. Just a little tired.” she responded. “Want to go back to bed? I can always drive you to school…” offered the dad. She shook her head. “It’s fine, I’d rather ride the bus since I’m already awake.” she sighed. “Coffee then?” the dad asked feeling bad for his daughter. Poetic shook her head once again. “Suit yourself.” shrugged the girl’s dad. Poetic then proceeded to grabbing a green glass plate from the middle of the table, and served herself some of the pancakes that were next to her. She drove her fork right into the soft, fluffy pastry, and brought it to her mouth. “So… good…” she thought to herself as she chewed. “Good?” her dad asked as he made coffee for himself. “Very.” said the teenage girl getting a little more awake as she continued to eat the ethereal pancakes. “Well then, let’s see what’s happening in the world…” her dad said as he sat down at the table in a chair across from her and opened the newspaper. Still mesmerized by the food, Poetic started to think about the school play she was in, and how hard it was going to be to attend play rehearsal on top of all the school work she had. “It can’t be that hard…” she encouraged herself, “It’ll be easy.”

After a few more minutes of deep contemplation, Poetic snapped back into reality and looked at the back of the newspaper her dad was reading. “New Parking Complex Issued To Be Built” read one of the articles. “Why doesn’t anything ever interesting ever happen in this town?” the girl wondered to herself as she continued eating. Her dad flipped the page, and she read the next article that was on the back. “Jailbreak in Summit County” read the article. “That’s not far from here…” she thought to herself while leaning in to get a better view. “Hey dad, look at the article on the back.” the girl told her dad sounding a bit more interested. “Hmm, alright… Says here a jailbreak happened two days ago. Probably nothing major and nothing to worry about.” her dad reassured with a smile. “Here it says the police have captured about everyone that escaped…” he said. “Come on though, if they’re going to break out of jail, at least do it right…” the man gawked. Poetic and her dad broke out laughing for a few moments until she looked at the clock on the microwave. “Damn, damn, damn!!” she cursed. The girl quickly scrambled up the stairs to get ready for school. After running up the stairs, and down the hallway, she swiftly jumped in the shower, brushed her teeth, and got dressed.

Once she finished getting ready in record time, she glanced at the clock once again in her room. “Two minutes until the bus comes…” she thought to herself. Poetic grabbed her backpack, swung it over her shoulder, and ran down the stairs. “Woops, almost forget.” the girl said under her breath as she got to the bottom of the stairs. She went over to the kitchen table, and picked up her plate. Poetic started walking over to the sink, though, from still being exhausted, she tripped and the green plate shattered on the floor. “Really??!” she moaned while rolling her eyes. “I got it, don’t worry about it. But, hurry… The bus will be here soon.” her dad said to her reassuringly. “Thanks again, dad… I owe you one.” Poetic told her dad. The brunette started walking towards the door when the phone rang right as she turned the door handle… She hesitated. Her dad stopped picking up the broken glass and walked briskly towards the phone. “Get going!” the dad said while shooing her out the door. Right as he picked up the phone, Poetic closed the door behind her and ran to the bus that was waiting for her in front of her house.

Poetic boarded the bus panting from running so fast. She scanned the bus and looked for an open seat. After slowly and cautiously walking down the aisle, she found a seat right by one of her best friends, Kro. “Ehh, you don’t look good today…” Kro told her as she sat down next to him. “Thanks… That’s what all girls want to hear.” said Poetic as she glared at him. “Sorry, but it’s true.” The boy said apologetically. Once Poetic sat down next to him, the bus roared back to life, and she began her descent towards school. “So, did you hear about the jailbreak that happened not far from here?” Kro asked her. “Yeah, but my dad told it’s nothing to worry about though since the cops almost already captured all of the escapees.” Poetic responded cheerfully. “Oh, that’s good to hear. I guess…” Kro replied, sounding a bit bored all of the sudden. “Ugh, my bad…” Poetic thought to herself, “He probably didn’t want to hear that.” She could tell he wanted this town to be a bit more dramatic and exciting…

After that, Kro and Poetic started talking about the school play, and before they knew it, the bus stopped abruptly at the school and they walked off the bus. “So, you signed up for the play too, right?” Poetic asked as they started walking towards the entrance to the High School. “You know it.” Kro replied reassuringly. “Thank god… I thought I was going to be the only one! So you’re coming to the rehearsal after school?” she asked hopingly. “Yeah, you’re going too?” asked Kro. “Mhmm! Can you maybe give me a ride home though? I don’t want to bother my dad today; I’ve caused a lot of trouble for him already.” she added. ”What did you do this time?” Kro asked as they walked up the steps towards the doors of the school. “Nothing really, I’ve just kind of asked a lot of him already this morning.” replied Poetic. The boy laughed, “Sure, that shouldn’t be a problem.” he replied still laughing.

The two both walked into the school, and went to their lockers as they did every morning. First, they stopped at Kro’s. He fumbled with his locker a few times before finally getting it open. “Damn locker…” he said after it flung open for him. “You know… You should go talk to the front office, and get a new locker. This one is kind of old…” Poetic told him. “No way!” Kro snapped. “This locker number is my hockey number, I’d never give it up for something as silly as that…” Poetic sighed, “You and hockey… You sure do love it, don’t you?” she asked him. “Pshh, love it? I live for it... You just watch, when we’re older you’ll be seeing me on T.V. all the time.” Kro told her, slowly starting to daydream. Poetic snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. “In your dreams…” she laughed. Kro glared at her and mumbled something incomprehensible as he got his books out of his locker.

Once Kro collected everything he desired, they both walked to Poetic’s locker. Once getting to her locker, she put her stuff in it, grabbed the things she needed, and they both walked off to their first class; Biology. When they both walked into Biology, they sat at their group table which consisted of three people: Shazi, Kro, and herself. “Hey Shazi!” Poetic and Kro both said in unison as they sat down. “Hey.” Shazi greeted the two happily. Once they sat down, all 3 of them talked about pointless things until the bell, indicating that class had started rang throughout the school. The Biology teacher immediately hushed everyone and began class.

After Biology ended, Poetic went to the rest of her classes. The day passed unusually slow to her, but as she watched the minute hand hit ‘3:00’ on the school clock, she jumped out of her seat and ran to the auditorium as fast as she could for rehearsal. Reluctantly, she was the first one there, so she started practicing the lines she was given for her part the week before. As more and more people started appearing, she put her lines away, and greeted Kro as he walked in. “Hey! Ready for rehearsal?” she asked him sounding overly excited. “Hehe, sure.” he replied. The Drama teacher who was in charge of the production walked into the auditorium and called everyone to him. He explained how the rehearsal was going to work, and issued everyone to a job while waiting for their turn. The rehearsal flew by fast for Poetic, and before she knew it rehearsal was over, and outside it was already dark. She quickly flipped out her phone, and checked the time. “8:30” it read. “Wow…” she gasped after realizing how long she stayed after. “Hey, ready to go?” Kro asked her. “My parents are outside waiting if you still want a ride home.” he told her. “Oh, right!” Poetic remembered as she quickly gathered up her stuff. Both of them quickly ran outside of the school, and walked towards Kro’s parents’ car which was waiting right at the front of the school. It was freezing out, and Poetic wished she had brought a jacket. As she got in the car, it was extremely warm, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Though, her relaxation was cut off…

“Oh, shoot!” Kro bursted out loudly. “Is something the matter?” his parents asked shocked. “I forgot a book I need for homework in my locker, is it okay if I go and grab it?” the boy asked pleadingly. “Sure, but hurry, it’s late and we have dinner ready.” the parents told him. Kro nodded in agreement that he understood, and sprinted towards the school. Poetic waited, and waited in the car for what seemed like forever. She checked her phone again, and realized he had been gone for 10 minutes. “Where is he?” Kro’s mom asked worried. “Should I go in and ge-… Never mind, I see him.” Poetic said as she saw him open the main doors of the school. “What took you saw long?” everyone asked as he got back in. “N-nothing. My locker was just being annoying.” he explained to them.

After driving for about 30 minutes, and getting lost along the way, they finally pulled up to Poetic’s house. “Thanks again for bringing me home.” she told Kro’s parents as she got out of the car. Kro’s parents nodded as she gathered her stuff from the car. Once they drove away, the girl started walking up her driveway and noticed her house lights were off. “Hmm, that’s strange” she said as she walked to the front door. The brunette grabbed a gold key from under the door mat, and opened the front door. “Hello?” she called out as she walked inside and took her shoes off. It was pitch dark, and she squinted to find the light switch. After feeling along the wall for the switch, she finally found it, and flipped it. The house illuminated in light, and she walked in further. “Hello...? Dad…?” she called. No answer. “Hellooo…?” she yelled as she walked even further into the house. “Maybe he’s in the kitchen…” she thought to herself as she ran into the kitchen. “Oww! Son of a bitch!” she said as she felt a searing pain in her foot. She looked down and noticed that the glass on the floor was still there… “That’s odd…” she thought to herself as she sat down on the floor and winced as she ripped a piece of glass from her foot. Blood gushed out as she pulled it from herself. After getting over the pain, she stood up and hobbled to the cabinet to get some gauze to dress the wound. As she reached for some, she noticed a red light beeping on the voicemail machine notifying her she had one unheard message. After tending her wound, she hit a button on the machine and listened to the message. At first, all she heard was static, but as the message continued she could make out someone breathing heavily and the sound of something or someone in severe torment. The message continued for about 10 more seconds, and then it suddenly ended. Her heart started to pound after she heard the message… “Dad?!!!” she yelled as she got down from the counter. “Dad?!” she called again as she started to look around the house, her eyes starting to get filled with tears as she became worried. “Dad?! Are you here? It’s me, Poetic!” she yelled, her voice getting cracked up. “DAD?!” she yelled one last time, tears starting to pour from her eyes, causing her mascara to run. Still, there was no answer…

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Prologue II: Kro

Melancholy, frigid, and bereaved… These were only a few of the monstrous adjectives that could describe what I felt like those nights. The amount of anguish I felt as I saw friends, family, and kind-hearted strangers drop one by one, acting as an obstacle to the person who was after me. How psychotic, how desolate this being was. If I had known that such a time would ever come in my life, I’d have wished I never moved to this god-forsaken town.

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2 Months Earlier: July 25, 2010.

“Well, that seems to be all of it.” Kro’s Dad said as he put the last moving box into the moving van. Kro sighed. “Moving will be fun. There’s new friends to be made, a great school to attend, and I heard they have a great varsity hockey team…” his Dad tried to sympathize with Kro. “Whatever…” Kro smirked, angered at the thought of moving. “Listen to your father…” Kro’s Mom said as she walked out of the house and locked the door. “We’re your parents, we know what’s best for you. Plus, this new job offering for your Dad will allow us to move into a much bigger house.” she said. Kro was silent. He didn’t want to listen to their pathetic excuses and sympathetic mumbling. All he knew was that he was moving to a town he’d never heard of, and that he’d be leaving his childhood friends behind.

The moving van roared to life, and before he knew it, Kro was off to the town known as Springston.

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“Well, that should about do it…” Kro said to himself as he finished sharpening his ice skates. He slipped them on and rode onto the ice. He noticed stray pucks lying on the ice rink, and shot them with his stick into the goal. Making all except one, he swore to himself. “You’ll need to do better than that if you want to make the varsity team...!” Kro’s coach yelled to him. “I know, I know…” Kro replied solemnly. The hockey player checked his watch and was alarmed at what the time was. “5:30! Ahh, I need to go! I’m going to be late to school!” Kro explained to the coach. “Go ahead. But, remember we have practice tonight at 10:30. Don’t be late…!” his coach yelled after him. The teenager waved his hand to the coach saying that he understood, and sped off towards his house.

Kro quickly changed, ate breakfast, and grabbed his backpack along with his hockey equipment. Once collecting his belongings, the hockey fanatic ran towards his bus stop. Several others were already there, talking in hushed voices about something that seemed to be important. “Hey, what’s up?” Kro said to the group as he reached the bus stop. “Nothing…” the whole group replied in unison. “Something about me?” Kro asked annoyed. No response. Kro sighed, “Whatever…” he said under his breath. Kro glanced at his watch, “Two minutes until the bus should be here…” he thought to himself. He went over and sat on a large rock that was along the side of the road. “Do you want to know what they’re talking about?” a young looking girl asked him. “Umm, sure.” the boy answered. “Well, they’re just talking about the jail break that happened a few miles from here.” she told him. “Jailbreak?” Kro asked interested. “Yeah. Apparently, a bunch of criminals broke out of their cells not too long ago.” she explained to him. “Oh, I see… That’s kind of scary.” Kro said, hiding back a smile. He was a little happy that such a thing happened. Even though it might of seemed bad to most people, Kro loved the thought of having danger around every corner. Before any more words could be spoken, a school bus came around the corner, and everyone got ready to board the bus. Kro naturally sat down in the seat he did every day. The bus accelerated and Kro watched the scenic woods on the side of the road until the bus broke his daydream with an abrupt stop. “Ugh…” Kro said as he rubbed his head that had just hit the seat in front of him.

Once recovering, the boy noticed one of his friend, Poetic, board the bus in a pant. “You don’t look so good…” Kro told her. Poetic responded with an annoyed remark, and sat down next to him. “So, did you hear about the jailbreak that happened not far from here?” Kro asked her. “Yeah, but my dad told it’s nothing to worry about though since the cops almost already captured all of the escapees.” Poetic responded cheerfully. “Oh, that’s good to hear. I guess…” Kro replied, sounding a bit bored all of the sudden. “Wow… What a killjoy...” Kro thought in his head as the bus started it’s decent towards the school. On the way there, the two talked about the school play that both of them were in, and before both of them knew it, the bus arrived at the High School. “Need help?” Poetic asked as Kro tried to haul his school belongings and his hockey equipment off the bus. “Nah, it’s fine. I got it.” Kro told the girl. “Suit yourself.” she told him.

The two both walked into the school, and went to their lockers as they did every morning. First, they stopped at Kro’s. He fumbled with his locker a few times before finally getting it open. “Damn locker…” he said after it flung open for him. “You know… You should go talk to the front office, and get a new locker. This one is kind of old…” Poetic told him. “No way!” Kro snapped. “This locker number is my hockey number, I’d never give it up for something as silly as that…”. Poetic sighed, “You and hockey… You sure do love it, don’t you?” she asked him. “Pshh, love it? I live for it... You just watch, when we’re older you’ll be seeing me on T.V. all the time.” Kro told her, slowly starting to daydream. Poetic snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. “In your dreams…” she laughed. “BITCH!” Kro screamed in his head. Before closing his locker, Kro caught a glimpse of a picture taped to the back of his locker. “Not another…” Kro thought to himself as he shut it.

Ever since Kro had first moved to Springston, he’d been getting strange pictures. The pictures were of, what looked like, zoomed in pictures of a giant image. Kro thought of these pictures as a sign, and that he should collect all of them to form the whole image in the end. It was sort of like a puzzle, and Kro wanted to assemble every piece to find the ‘prize’, or final image. So, these past months he’s been collecting these pictures that have appeared in various places such as his locker, mailbox, school books, etc… “I’ll just pick it up before I leave school today.” he told himself.

BAM!, went Poetic’s locker as she slammed it closed once getting her desired school materials. The girl and the boy both walked into their first class they had together; Biology. Upon entering the already-crowded room, they spotted their friend, Shazi, sitting at an empty desk. The two ran to her, and both sat down at the same table she was at. “Hey!” they both told her as they slammed their Biology binders and notebooks on the desk. “Hey.” Shazi greeted the two happily. Kro could sense something wasn’t right with Shazi, but didn’t say anything. The bell indicating that the class had ended rang throughout the school, and Kro ran out of the room to his next class. The rest of the day passed painfully slow to him as he stared at the clock and wondered what the ‘final picture’ would be. A treasure map? A secret fort? The possibilities were endless, and he had to know. After what seemed like a century, the bell rang and Kro ran outside his classroom, and towards his locker.

As he walked to his locker, he heard passerby’s talk about the school play. Once hearing this, he froze. “Oh shoot! The play rehearsal!” he said panicked. Kro sighed, “I guess the picture will have to wait till after rehearsal…” the boy thought to himself sadly. Kro walked to the cafeteria where the rehearsal was going to take place. Upon entering, he noticed Poetic and went to see her. After talking to her for a couple minutes, the Drama teacher called everyone to him. The rehearsal started without any delay, and the two were set to tasks before they knew it.

The play rehearsal was agonizingly slow to Kro as time drudged sluggishly by. The teenage boy started to daydream, and was interrupted by the sound of people leaving. At that moment, Kro’s cell phone rang, and he answered it. “Hello?” he said into his phone. “Hey, it’s Mom. We’re out front, hurry. We need to get home, get you dinner, then bring you to hockey.”. Kro closed his phone, and went to grab Poetic, since she needed a ride. “Ready?” Kro asked her. “Oh right!” Poetic remembered as she collected her belongings. The two ran through the front school doors, and ran towards the car that was waiting for them. They climbed inside, and were greeted by Kro’s parents. Though, they were quickly interrupted by Kro's outburst...

“Oh shoot!” he yelled as he remembered the photo in his locker. “I forgot a book I need for homework in my locker, is it okay if I go and grab it?” the boy asked his parents pleadingly. “Sure, but hurry, it’s late and we really need to get home.” the parents told him. Kro nodded in agreement that he understood, and sprinted towards the school. He fumbled with his locker for about five minutes until it finally flung open. “Thank god…” he said. As he opened it, a picture fluttered down to the ground, and landed at his feet. “Huh? That’s weird...” he said. “There’s two?” he thought to himself as he noticed the other picture still taped to the back of his locker. “Strange…” he said as he grabbed both the pictures, and sprinted back to the car. “What took you so long?!” Poetic and his parents asked as he climbed into the car. “Umm… Locker troubles.” he responded bleakly.

Poetic and Kro talked about random things until Kro’s parents pulled up to her house. The girl grabbed her stuff and thanked his parents as she got out of the car. “Cute girl.” Kro’s Mom said out loud as they drove away from her house. “Whatever…” Kro responded. Once pulling into his garage, Kro ran inside and up to his room. He had a collection of other pictures that he collected the past few months since he had moved here. He grabbed the bucket they were kept in, and dumped them out on the floor. “Okay, let’s see here…” Kro said as he coalesced the pictures. After several minutes passed, he finally managed to assemble most of it. “Still missing the two pictures I have here.” he said triumphantly. The hockey player grabbed them and pieced the whole collage together. “Ah, there we go.” he said as he put the last two pictures into the whole image. “Hmm… I can’t really tell what it is…” the boy said disappointingly. Kro decided to stand up and view the whole picture from afar. Once standing up, Kro froze. He stepped back slowly in shock. “WHAT THE HELL?!?!” he yelled at the top of lungs. Kro could make out the picture and he was disgusted. “T-t-his, i-is m-m-me.” the teenager stuttered as he made out the whole image, which, was a picture of him sleeping...

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Hellp Clare, just join the forum and happy to say this is the first thread I've checked out, you've done well. Clever of you at this early stage to intertwine your first two character. It'll be interesting to read the next three 'prologues' and see how you introduce the rest of your main characters. As for improving your story, I'd can only suggest that in certain places you could uses words that create a certain ambiance and or clearer meaning (e.g. last two paragraphs the word/s 'collage' and/or 'coalesced' could have possible been used), in the end all this depends on the mood and feel you wish to create . But it's always easy for someone to suggest these things, or you yourself may have though of it in hindsight. I want your writing to improve so we can all enjoy your story, keep up the good work. Waiting for the next installment.

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Thanks everyone for those nice comments!! ^_^ Also, CTalon, thanks so much for your advice! I sort of got a little eager to finish the story since I wrote all of this in one sitting. I'll probably go back later and revise it a bit more and add better words/fix grammar/etc...

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