Nov 27 2008
Night Stalker Rissa-Thanksgiving
Even the Stalkers celebrate Thanksgiving!
Rissa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The Stalkers in the apartment complex were planning an attack. They were talking about it like it meant nothing. “They’re easy pickings. Just wait and attack as soon as they leave the building,” a burly Stalker said to Rissa.
“You can’t do this. It’s not right,” Rissa replied.
“Not right. Who cares what’s right or not. They mean nothing to us.”
“There are others you can take. You don’t have to do this,” Rissa pleaded.
She could see her pleas were falling on deaf ears by the expressions on their faces. They were looking at her as if she were crazy. She tried to change the women’s minds. “Please, you know this isn’t right.”
“I know I have to feed. They’re life isn’t worth anything anyway. We’re doing them a favor,” one woman snapped.
She was still trying to change their minds while the group walked down the street. The closer they got to their destination, the more determined she became. “I know where there are people to feed on. People who deserve to die. Let’s go there,” she urged the group.
“Where are you talking about?” one of the Stalkers asked.
“Over on Vine. There’s a gang who hangs out there. They sell dope to little kids. They need to die.”
Shaking his head, the man replied, “They’d put up a fight. This is Thanksgiving. I don’t want to work for my food tonight.”
Rissa didn’t know what else to do. The building was in sight. She was trying to think of a more persuasive argument, when the burly Stalker shouted, “Now!”
The group rushed around the corner, pouncing on the people leaving the soup kitchen.
