Stalking
Jul 8, 2018 14:49:52 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Jul 8, 2018 14:49:52 GMT -5
Outside of a hotel, “Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne waits in the parking lot. She’s crouched between two cars as she watches her prey through an open window.
Rob Riot. Standing at a balcony and surveying the the city spread out below him as he drinks a hard cider.
He’s been drinking this way for a few hours now as Tabitha laid in wait. It was like this on a nightly basis. Rob Riot would bring home a seemingly insurmountable amount of booze and then attempt to go through it all before passing out into a comatose state.
He was but one of her intended targets. One of her enemies in the upcoming Night of Champions main event for the XHF X*Crown championship. He represents the company that he founded, but no longer controlled in the form of Riot Star Wrestling.
Tabitha represented Sakura Shouju Stampede, a company that she joined recently and won a match to get to where she is now.
That is to represent the SSS, not to stalk Rob Riot. That she was doing on her own.
She watched in silence, waiting for that moment that Riot would go to pass out in his bed. She would easily be able to scale the side of the building to get up the three floors to the room. She had already proven to herself that she would be able to do so nights before while he was passed out. It was all that she had dared that night for she didn’t know how deep into a slumber that he was at the time.
These were skills that Tabitha had easily picked up over the years of living at home with her family and the bout of freedom that she had after her family have been dealt the fate that they had so rightly deserved.
Silence and stillness when her father was in the room. Sometimes being sound asleep meant that he would move on to go sleep on the couch instead of taking up bed space with her.
After her family had met their end, these were skills that served her in her predatory days when she stalked her prey. She normally hunted the men that hunted women. Rapists, Sex traffickers, and other human slime.
People would look past her religion of choice as a cultist of the Great Cthulhu and call her a deadly feminist who sought to protect women around the country. It was this very popularity and her youth that spared her from the electric chair in Texas and sent her overseas to a dark asylum that people were sent to be forgotten.
Tabitha watches in keen anticipation as Rob Riot finishes his bottle, drops it from the balcony to shatter upon the pavement below, and heads in. It wouldn’t be more than twenty minutes before Rob Riot would be out cold for the night.
She waits thirty minutes before silently creeping up to the side of the hotel and scaling up the side of the building. She climbs up from one balcony to the next until she reaches her target on the fourth floor. She peers in through the sliding glass door to see a form covered up in the bed.
She slowly slides the door open, creeping into the room to get to be by the bed. She frowns when she looks at Rob Riot’s head.
TABITHA OSBORNE: When did you grow hair?
She touches the face lightly to feel that the flesh is cold. A quick jerk of the form reveals the severed head of Jared Paulson. The man that she had killed in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
He was a bad man that tricked and sold Ethiopians into slave labor. He also tortured and killed hookers.
Tabitha had taken the time to track the man down, follow him into the whore house that he was preying upon, knock him out, tie him down, and slowly cut him apart before executing him for his sins. Though the whore house knew that Jared entering the house was going to end up with someone dead, it was money that they could not refuse. Tabitha was honored with the reward of free services whenever she came back to Addis Ababa.
TABITHA OSBORNE: How did he?
A dark corner of the room lights up from a match being struck to light a cigarette. Rob Riot steps out of the shadows.
ROB RIOT: You think I’ve gotten as far as I have without knowing when someone is stalking me? You may have been a good hunter of the dregs of society, but you haven’t met me yet. What do you want with me?
Now Tabitha looks uncertain as if she were a scared child all over again.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I just…
ROB RIOT: You just what?
Tabitha sputters for a moment before finally coming up with an answer.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I just wanted to see you up close and feel your skin before I had to kick your ass in the ring to take the X*Crown title!
Rob Riot gives Tabitha a look. Like a “What the fuck is wrong with you” kind of look.
ROB RIOT: You wanted to feel my skin while I was sleeping. You know how fucking crazy that sounds?
Tabitha actually blushes, looking down at the floor.
TABITHA OSBORNE: You really think I’m crazy?
ROB RIOT: I know that you’re fucking crazy!
TABITHA OSBORNE: Says the man with a decapitated head in his bed to pretend to be him with some pillows. What, couldn’t rob a hair stylist academy?
Rob motions to the bed with a hand, keeping his eyes on Tabitha.
ROB RIOT: That is to let you know that I know what you do. I’ve been kept tabs on your activity since you signed on for the battle royal in my company. I do applaud your actions against Paulson though.
Tabitha just sort of stands and fidgets in place, not really knowing what to do.
TABITHA OSBORNE: So...can I touch your skin? I just want to know what it feels like before I have to break it.
Rob Riot laughs as he flicks ashes into a plastic cup with some liquid in the bottom. It’s full of floating cigarette butts.
ROB RIOT: Are you fucking touched in the head? No, you can’t touch my skin! Why would you be wanting to do that? Are you sure that you didn’t want to cut my throat so that I don’t kick your ass at the match?
TABITHA OSBORNE: I would never-
Rob motions with his lit cigarette to the ritual dagger in Tabitha’s hand.
ROB RIOT: And is that just decoration?
Tabitha looks down at the knife in her hand as if she didn’t even know that it was there. She slowly puts the knife away with a grin, giggling nervously.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I would never cut you! I just want to feel your essence and know your power so that I know what I will have to go through to break it. That’s all. Don’t you want to feel my skin? Don’t you want to know me?
As if to illustrate her point, Tabitha starts to raise the hem of her shirt up until the underside of her boobs are visible. Rob Riot seems entranced for just a moment before shaking his head and flicking his cigarette butt into the cup with the others. Tabitha lets the shirt fall back down with a giggle.
ROB RIOT: I didn’t think you would want me to touch that skin. Seeing as how I’m not related to you and all…
Tabitha blinks, slow to make the connection to the insult being laid into her. Her eyes flash in anger as she takes a swing at Riot. He easily dodges the punch and does a hip toss that sends her through the sliding glass door.
Tabitha quickly stands up, bleeding from several cuts.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I will fucking end you!
She doesn’t get very far before she takes a punch from Rob Riot that sends her over the balcony railing. He tries to grab for her as she falls, but it’s too late.
Tabitha grabs the railing of the next balcony down, and then the one after that. Her fall is only slowed, ending with her slamming onto the top of an expensive car with enough force to shatter all of the windows.
Tabitha lays there with the wind clearly taken out of her sails.
TABITHA OSBORNE: Fuck you...you bastard!
Rob looks down, anger clear on his face.
ROB RIOT: My fucking car…
Rob Riot. Standing at a balcony and surveying the the city spread out below him as he drinks a hard cider.
He’s been drinking this way for a few hours now as Tabitha laid in wait. It was like this on a nightly basis. Rob Riot would bring home a seemingly insurmountable amount of booze and then attempt to go through it all before passing out into a comatose state.
He was but one of her intended targets. One of her enemies in the upcoming Night of Champions main event for the XHF X*Crown championship. He represents the company that he founded, but no longer controlled in the form of Riot Star Wrestling.
Tabitha represented Sakura Shouju Stampede, a company that she joined recently and won a match to get to where she is now.
That is to represent the SSS, not to stalk Rob Riot. That she was doing on her own.
She watched in silence, waiting for that moment that Riot would go to pass out in his bed. She would easily be able to scale the side of the building to get up the three floors to the room. She had already proven to herself that she would be able to do so nights before while he was passed out. It was all that she had dared that night for she didn’t know how deep into a slumber that he was at the time.
These were skills that Tabitha had easily picked up over the years of living at home with her family and the bout of freedom that she had after her family have been dealt the fate that they had so rightly deserved.
Silence and stillness when her father was in the room. Sometimes being sound asleep meant that he would move on to go sleep on the couch instead of taking up bed space with her.
After her family had met their end, these were skills that served her in her predatory days when she stalked her prey. She normally hunted the men that hunted women. Rapists, Sex traffickers, and other human slime.
People would look past her religion of choice as a cultist of the Great Cthulhu and call her a deadly feminist who sought to protect women around the country. It was this very popularity and her youth that spared her from the electric chair in Texas and sent her overseas to a dark asylum that people were sent to be forgotten.
Tabitha watches in keen anticipation as Rob Riot finishes his bottle, drops it from the balcony to shatter upon the pavement below, and heads in. It wouldn’t be more than twenty minutes before Rob Riot would be out cold for the night.
She waits thirty minutes before silently creeping up to the side of the hotel and scaling up the side of the building. She climbs up from one balcony to the next until she reaches her target on the fourth floor. She peers in through the sliding glass door to see a form covered up in the bed.
She slowly slides the door open, creeping into the room to get to be by the bed. She frowns when she looks at Rob Riot’s head.
TABITHA OSBORNE: When did you grow hair?
She touches the face lightly to feel that the flesh is cold. A quick jerk of the form reveals the severed head of Jared Paulson. The man that she had killed in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
He was a bad man that tricked and sold Ethiopians into slave labor. He also tortured and killed hookers.
Tabitha had taken the time to track the man down, follow him into the whore house that he was preying upon, knock him out, tie him down, and slowly cut him apart before executing him for his sins. Though the whore house knew that Jared entering the house was going to end up with someone dead, it was money that they could not refuse. Tabitha was honored with the reward of free services whenever she came back to Addis Ababa.
TABITHA OSBORNE: How did he?
A dark corner of the room lights up from a match being struck to light a cigarette. Rob Riot steps out of the shadows.
ROB RIOT: You think I’ve gotten as far as I have without knowing when someone is stalking me? You may have been a good hunter of the dregs of society, but you haven’t met me yet. What do you want with me?
Now Tabitha looks uncertain as if she were a scared child all over again.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I just…
ROB RIOT: You just what?
Tabitha sputters for a moment before finally coming up with an answer.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I just wanted to see you up close and feel your skin before I had to kick your ass in the ring to take the X*Crown title!
Rob Riot gives Tabitha a look. Like a “What the fuck is wrong with you” kind of look.
ROB RIOT: You wanted to feel my skin while I was sleeping. You know how fucking crazy that sounds?
Tabitha actually blushes, looking down at the floor.
TABITHA OSBORNE: You really think I’m crazy?
ROB RIOT: I know that you’re fucking crazy!
TABITHA OSBORNE: Says the man with a decapitated head in his bed to pretend to be him with some pillows. What, couldn’t rob a hair stylist academy?
Rob motions to the bed with a hand, keeping his eyes on Tabitha.
ROB RIOT: That is to let you know that I know what you do. I’ve been kept tabs on your activity since you signed on for the battle royal in my company. I do applaud your actions against Paulson though.
Tabitha just sort of stands and fidgets in place, not really knowing what to do.
TABITHA OSBORNE: So...can I touch your skin? I just want to know what it feels like before I have to break it.
Rob Riot laughs as he flicks ashes into a plastic cup with some liquid in the bottom. It’s full of floating cigarette butts.
ROB RIOT: Are you fucking touched in the head? No, you can’t touch my skin! Why would you be wanting to do that? Are you sure that you didn’t want to cut my throat so that I don’t kick your ass at the match?
TABITHA OSBORNE: I would never-
Rob motions with his lit cigarette to the ritual dagger in Tabitha’s hand.
ROB RIOT: And is that just decoration?
Tabitha looks down at the knife in her hand as if she didn’t even know that it was there. She slowly puts the knife away with a grin, giggling nervously.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I would never cut you! I just want to feel your essence and know your power so that I know what I will have to go through to break it. That’s all. Don’t you want to feel my skin? Don’t you want to know me?
As if to illustrate her point, Tabitha starts to raise the hem of her shirt up until the underside of her boobs are visible. Rob Riot seems entranced for just a moment before shaking his head and flicking his cigarette butt into the cup with the others. Tabitha lets the shirt fall back down with a giggle.
ROB RIOT: I didn’t think you would want me to touch that skin. Seeing as how I’m not related to you and all…
Tabitha blinks, slow to make the connection to the insult being laid into her. Her eyes flash in anger as she takes a swing at Riot. He easily dodges the punch and does a hip toss that sends her through the sliding glass door.
Tabitha quickly stands up, bleeding from several cuts.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I will fucking end you!
She doesn’t get very far before she takes a punch from Rob Riot that sends her over the balcony railing. He tries to grab for her as she falls, but it’s too late.
Tabitha grabs the railing of the next balcony down, and then the one after that. Her fall is only slowed, ending with her slamming onto the top of an expensive car with enough force to shatter all of the windows.
Tabitha lays there with the wind clearly taken out of her sails.
TABITHA OSBORNE: Fuck you...you bastard!
Rob looks down, anger clear on his face.
ROB RIOT: My fucking car…
