Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content Jogging was always the best way for Analise to clear her mind, forty-five minutes out of her day that she didn't spend analyzing or speculating or anything other than focusing on her heart beat and taking even breaths. Today, she did not have that luxury. Every time she thought of the message she'd sent last night, she winced and cursed herself. The only positive she could think of was that she'd at least told him she was going to bed, she remembered it seemed to bother him when she left without saying goodbye. Other than that, it was a disaster that tore down the facade she'd created for herself. On the return trip home her thoughts strayed to their meeting that would happen the next day, she needed only to survive the night without dying from anticipation and she would be meeting him. She convinced herself that it was a public place and she'd be safe but she started to wonder what would happen if he coaxed her into going elsewhere. The image of her lifeless body in his trunk was all she could envision as she pushed herself to run faster, if she ran faster, she would think less. When she came to her front door she was almost completely out of breath as she bent down with her hands on her knees in an attempt to get some air. Finally, she stood up straight, about to open her door when she got a call. Her smartphone that she was using to listen to her music was strapped to her bicep which she reached towards and tapped a button to answer the call as she pulled one ear bud out. Hey, Aunt Becky, she chimed, her voice giving away no notion of her inner turmoil. Her aunt was also an early riser and possibly the reason Analise was an early riser, as a child she woke every morning to help her aunt with chores on the small farm just outside the city. It seemed Aunt Becky saw her niece on the news and wanted to check to make sure she was alright, Oh, I'm fine, really, she insisted as she paced on her front porch, I'm taking some time off to recover, the police were very nice. She was having trouble with her masks, she didn't knew if she should seem upset or talk about how prompt and precise the task force on the case had been. No, you guys don't need to come out here. I know how much Uncle David hates the city. I'm fine, I pro- She had been talking as she opened her front door and stopped short when she saw a man sitting in her living room. Quickly, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it, Aunt Becky, I have to go. I'll call you later. Her tone was calm and even. She waited patiently for the woman on the other end to finish her goodbyes, I love you too. Her breath caught at the end as she stared at the gun pointed at her and wondered if it was the last time she would tell her aunt that she loved her. The phone ended the call as her aunt hung up the phone and part of Analise wished she hadn't, Pig squeals, she breathed as if she'd only just realized this was the man from the forums. Her knees pressed together in an attempt to remain standing as she started to feel a bit light headed, having a gun aimed at her just after a jog was a bit too much stress for her heart and lungs. A gun. In that split second she started to put her brain to use. If she knew anything about this man, he wasn't going to shoot her. Each one of his kills were up close and personal, and if she was the big game, he'd want to draw out his time with her as long as he could. Analise gave a small smile as she pushed herself away from the door and took slow steps towards the man in her chair. It's nice to finally meet you. Please excuse the mess, she gestured towards the scattered comic books on her living room floor, I didn't know I'd be entertaining company this morning. Her jade green orbs stayed fixed on him, ignoring the gun, ignoring the fear as she made a gamble just to keep up the appearance of being tough and unaffected.