Fear and Loathing.
Disclaimer.
This series shows disturbing scenes of violence done to both men and women, a young woman being stalked and insights into the demented mind of a Serial Killer. You have been warned. If this type of thing is not your "cup of tea" turn back now, for those brave enough to venture in, welcome and we hope you enjoy.
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Rachel May Pierson was sitting on a bench overlooking the beautiful Folsom Lake and enjoying the afternoon air. When she was a little girl she had always been full speed ahead. They joked that she had run before she learned to walk. She had joined sports that the boys told her she had no business playing and during her senior year in high school when she got pregnant and her boyfriend got scared, she forged ahead without looking back. Who needed a man, she could raise her child without him. In short, she had no first or second gear.
Now however she was a different woman. She stopped and smelled the roses. Her life's new motto was live in the moment, because you never know when it will end. Today she sat by the lake watching Lilly play with a little smile on her face and just remembered it all. How it had happened, all of the events. It was like a brief time of out someone else s life.
She remembered clearly a few weeks ago while she was hanging out with a friend. Her friend was the kind of guy who liked to create fantasy battles for his friends to discuss. Who would win, Lebron James or Micheal Jordan, who was the better player Joe Montana or Peyton Manning, that type of thing. Her friend had turned to her and asked. "What do you think would happen if a Stalker took on a Serial Killer."
And all Rachel could do was smile.
~{Part One}~
Rachel meets Jacob
Rachel was fresh out of her second time dropping out of college when she met Jacob Lawrence for the first time. Rachel was a feisty little thing who stood all of 5'3 with long fiery red hair that many people said looked like a cascade of curls. She had a tiny waist and a tight butt. Slender legs and a very nice bust for her size that measured in at 34 full C. It was the opinion of every boyfriend she ever had, her best feature. Her best feature in her opinion was either her smile, that seemed to radiate happiness to all those around her, or her dazzling baby blue eyes.
During the summer she met Jacob she was 23 and her daughter Lilly was five years old. Lily had her father's blond hair but her blue eyes. She had Rachel's laugh, her smile and her sense of humor. Rachel had tried twice to go back to college, but had dropped out both times. Time with her daughter was more important, hands down.
She got a job waiting tables at a little diner around the corner from her house. She had been there six months when Jacob Lawrence walked in for the first time. He was a average looking guy, but cute. There was nothing about him that would make him stand out. He was a little taller then average at 6'1 with broad shoulders short black hair and green eyes. He was neither muscled nor fat. Just sort of, in between.
He sat in the corner and ordered pancakes, hash browns, three scrambled eggs, toast and a coffee. They talked for a bit and she found out he worked as a independent contractor for a construction company. He made sure they followed the rules and no one got hurt. He was smooth, confident and charming. She liked him and he seemed to like her, at least she thought so. So when he offered to come back the next day she couldn't have been happier.
She didn't see him again for almost six months.
When he walked back into her life, she barely seemed to recognize him. He seemed more rabbity, more twitchy. He sat down in the corner booth and ordered the same thing he had the last time she had seen him, but this time he stared at her. The way he stared, lust filled and intense gave her the creeps.
After he had finished his meal and she brought him the check he grabbed her wrist. "Sit with me." He said bluntly, and when she tried to pull her arm away his grip tightened. "You wanted to take me home once. Sit down."
"...Stop it." Rachel said with a little hint fear in her voice. "Let me go."
He no sooner had heard these words then his hand let go and he stared at it, like he didn't understand why it was doing what it had been doing. Jacob paid his bill and then left without looking at her. She didn't tell anyone about it, maybe he was just having an off day, and his first impression still stuck with her. He had been so nice and charming.
It wasn't an hour later before Jacob was back. He walked into the diner near the end of her shift and handed her a dozen roses. Rachel blushed and accepted them. Maybe he had just had a bad morning. "Thank you." She told him.
"It is the least I can do." Jacob said with a shrug. "Your going to sleep with me after all."
"What?" She said in shock.
"It was all over your face." He told her bluntly.
"...I think you should leave." She told him hotly.
"But..." Jacob objected. He didn't look angry, he just looked confused.
"Now." She ordered and he left once again.
Rachel lived three blocks from home. As she climbed the stairs to her apartment she looked back at the street and was shocked to see Jacob standing on the corner staring at her. She hurried into the apartment, bolted the door, checked to make sure Lily was alright and then grabbed the phone. She was just about to call the police when she looked out the window and he was gone.
It took her an hour to shake the eerie feeling that washed over her. She had seriously misjudged him. That night on the news the local news was running a special report on a Serial Killer that was on the loose in Southern Oregon. The police kept tight lipped to the details of the case, Rachel just thought,
Great another weirdo in the world. That's all we need.
She slept uneasy that night with nightmares about Jacob and the way he had acted. When she got to work she told her manager about it. Her manager was a pleasant man in his late forties with short gray hair and a kindly smile. She told him about the man who had grabbed her, brought her the flowers and then followed her home. He promised he would make sure she wasn't bothered again.
Her shift wasn't a half an hour in when Jacob came through the doors again. He was muttering to himself and looked angry. His black hair was a mess and he wore the same clothing he had been wearing the day before. "I need to talk to you." He said firmly to Rachel.
"Hey!" Matt, her manager had yelled from the kitchen and came running. "You need to leave!"
"I can't leave!" Jacob snarled. "I have to make this right."
"Make what right?" Matt asked softly, but nodded to one of his other waiters, who was standing in the corner on the phone.
"I scared her." Jacob sounded more agitated but before he could do anything two uniformed police offers walked in and restrained him. But then Rachel noticed something weird happen. A cop car, this one unmarked, pulled up outside. Even though it was unmarked, you could always tell a cop car. Two men dressed in street clothes got out. They talked to the uniform officers, apologized to everyone in the diner and then led Jacob away. Didn't hand cuff him or anything, just led him from the dinner and down the street.
Jacob didn't come back the entire rest of her shift, but when she got home she looked out the window and found him standing outside again. She called the police, but this time he was hand cuffed and taken away in the back of a police car. She didn't understand what his obsession was with her, but she didn't like it.
The next day at work Jacob didn't show up, but she met another man. She didn't catch his name, but something about him just felt, off. He was short, perhaps 5'8 and completely bald. He ordered a steak, rare to the point of being bloody at ten A.M. But for all she knew he would work third shift somewhere and this was his dinner. He was quite, gave a good tip but something about him just chilled her. She was happy to see him leave.
When she got off work she went and picked up Lily. When she arrived at Lily's school she immediately called 911. Jacob Lawrence was sitting on a bench next to her daughter, they were just talking. As soon as she was off the phone she ran over and pulled Lily off the bench. "What are you doing with my daughter!?" Rachel screamed.
"Please calm down Rachel." Jacob said softly. "I was walking by and saw her waiting. I didn't want her to wait alone, thats all."
"He just talked mommy." Lily said with a smile. "About you."
Jacob blushed and Rachel's eyes widened. "Talk...Get away from us!"
"Please!" Jacob jumped up and held his hands up in defense. "Please if I could only make you understand. I just want to say I am sorry...i can't...tell you. It's to difficult. The words won't come."
"Get away!" Rachel began to drag Lily away but Jacob followed.
"Please!" Jacob pleaded. "I just want...i can't tell you properly."
He was just about to grab her again when Rachel screamed thankfully at the sounds of sirens. The car car pulled up with its siren wailing and two large police officers stepped out guns drawn. One of the two police detained Jacob and the other questioned Rachel and Lily. Just as Lily was telling them about her talk with Jacob when the same unmarked car pulled up and the two plain clothed men got out. She was close enough to hear them.
"Jacob what the hell are you doing?" The taller of the two snapped. "I can't keep coming out here."
"I...just want to..." Jacob tried to explain. "I grabbed her...i scared her."
"Your scaring her more Jacob." The other man said firmly. "Just leave the woman alone."
"And don't come near her kid again!" The taller one snapped.
"...Okay Carl." Jacob said. "Sorry."