Nov 30 2008
Night Stalker Rissa-Settling In
A chill was in the air, trash blowing onto the sidewalk added to the grime. Watching where she stepped to avoid walking on the derelicts lining the alleys, Rissa headed home.
She was staying in a house on the north side of town, alone this time. There had been others in the home. Two young Stalkers were sharing the place when Rissa found it.
“You can’t stay here,” one of them told her when she walked in the door late one morning.
“Yeah, this is our place. We killed the old lady to get it,” the other added.
“You killed an old woman to get her house, did you?” Rissa inquired.
“Damn straight. She had one foot in the grave anyway.”
“What if it had been your grandmother? You do have grandmothers, right?” Rissa demanded.
“Not anymore we don’t.”
“Tough guys, are you? Well, since you’re so tough, you can go out and find another place to stay. I’m taking this one.”
The two Stalkers looked at each other, then back at Rissa. “Don’t even think about it,” she snarled. “You may think you can take me, but I’ll beat you to a pulp and leave you hanging on the fence outside to burn.”
Something in her eyes must have convinced them she meant what she said, because they started gathering their things, saying, “Whatever, bitch, we got friends we can stay with. This place is cold and drafty anyway. We were going to move on soon anyhow.”
Rissa only watched, waiting until they finished packing, and then escorted them to the door. Before leaving, they turned and told her, “You’ll be sorry for this one day. You can’t come on our turf and cause trouble without facing the consequences.”
“What are you gonna do? Kill me?” Rissa chided before slamming the door in their faces.
