The Pursuer

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The last pale stripes of light were fading quickly behind the city’s expanse that evening. The street, still damp from a recent rain, glimmered thinly. The streetlights had not yet flickered to life, and the street was hanging suspended in that breathless squinting moment between light and dark.

I was on my way home from what had been a difficult job, leaving me exhausted and grim. I took long steps, my hands balled into fists, shoved deep into my pockets. It was chilly. Not a biting cold, but a murmuring one. A cold that sent its pallid hands lightly creeping along your skin, whispers of touch that raised goosepimples, hair and suspicion. I felt my heart rate quicken, my breathing become labored. I paused, eyes fluttered shut, and I heard the muted crunch of a single footstep behind me. Then nothing.

There was someone following me.

I set off at a dead run, all springs and gears turning, and now there was no mistaking it. I most certainly had a pursuer. I didn’t look back, I only ran. My feet slapped pavement hard, jarring. We ran together, my pursuer and I, a manic, high-stakes dance. Through side streets, back alleys and over garbage cans. Finally we reached my street, I jumped one-handed over a fence, through a back yard and ran to my front stoop. I reached my front door, a mad scramble with my keys. I knew, if I could only make it to the basement before I was caught, I would be home free.

I ran to my basement door, shoved it open, then tore down the stairs, jumping down the last two steps before hiding into the shadows.

My pursuer slowed as he crept down the steps of my basement, each foot fall descending him further into the murky gloom. A weak ray of light shining down the basement stairs allowed me to see my pursuer’s hand brushing and feeling his way along the cold basement wall, searching for a light switch. I heard his every breath, ragged, heavy and wet.

As his hand met with the light switch, he quickly flicked it on.

I watched as the man in the blue uniform stood frozen in terror as his gaze swept over the room. From the blood stained walls to the gory freezer in the corner to what was left of my previous dinner on the surgical table.

He didn’t hear me creep up behind him, but he must’ve felt the throbbing bulge in my pants as I emptied a full syringe into the flesh of his neck. “Well, officer,” I whispered into the policeman’s ear as his body went limp “looks like you’ve solved this case.”

A maniacal grin crept its way across my lips.

Original Author: Inspired by Tully T.
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  • Commented on January 21, 2014 at 8:56 pm

    Alright, I liked this one. But I just HAD to make an account just now so I could say that when I read, “but he must’ve felt the throbbing bulge in my pants…” I paused for a moment and stared at the screen. It just caught me of guard. Wondered if it caught anyone else off guard.

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  • Commented on November 5, 2013 at 7:59 pm

    This is the first one that actually surprised me. I had the biggest smile on my face when i got to the end.

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  • Commented on November 1, 2013 at 10:07 am

    Wow. I loved the twist.
    Absolutely brilliant, 🙂

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  • Commented on November 1, 2013 at 5:54 am

    satisfying, tasty, though it could use some salt ;3
    didnt expect the end until he was starting down the basement stairs, loved it.

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  • Commented on June 4, 2014 at 1:51 am

    And I was wondering for a moment why the door was left unlocked.

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  • Commented on May 8, 2015 at 2:14 pm

    This sounds like Jeffery Dahmer

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  • Commented on November 1, 2015 at 2:17 am

    The twist was great! I wish more pasta’s were like this.

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  • Commented on February 27, 2016 at 7:30 pm

    Really well written. This is one of the few stories I’ve read where I can genuinely say the twist was unexpected. Awesome work.

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  • Commented on November 4, 2013 at 12:37 pm

    Nice job. Nice job, indeed.

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  • Commented on November 5, 2013 at 4:10 am

    What a twist! Didn’t see that one coming! Nicely done!
    Great detail also. A great pasta, would love to have it again.

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  • Commented on November 5, 2013 at 8:33 pm

    Excellent job. Very, VERY well done.

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  • Commented on November 29, 2013 at 5:41 pm

    Very great twist at the end!

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  • Commented on June 28, 2014 at 12:11 am

    Very nice and well written

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  • Commented on October 5, 2016 at 1:33 pm

    Very well written. Perfectly describes the feeling of being followed.

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  • Commented on July 9, 2016 at 4:41 pm

    That…. was…. gold. But quick question? What was the bulge in his pants? I’m curious…

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  • Commented on December 6, 2013 at 3:30 am

    Wow! I thought the story was deleted.

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  • Commented on April 5, 2015 at 4:46 pm

    I love this one, the twist was unexpected and I love it!

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  • Commented on December 16, 2015 at 3:49 pm

    Oh. My. Dear. Lord….. This made me think of Jeffrey Dahmer…eating people and getting a hard on behind him….fucking necrophiliac….lol

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  • Commented on May 29, 2016 at 1:33 am

    Holy fuck balls did not expect that! This is now one of my favorite pastas, have all the stars!!

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  • Commented on October 21, 2016 at 10:17 am

    Fantastic, simply put. My heart sank at the end when I realized what was going on here. 10/10

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