Prey (standard:mystery, 4429 words)
Author: Sam Spade	Added: Jan 24 2003	Views/Reads: 3728/2552	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
She is his only way out of his insanity.

I Find No Peace 

I find no peace and all my war is done I fear and hope; I bum and freeze
like ice, I fly above the wind, yet I cannot arise, And naught I have 
and all the world I seize on That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in 
prison, And holdeth me not live yet can I'scape nowise; Nor letteth me 
live nor die at my devise And yet death it giveth none occasion. 
Without eyen I see; and without tongue I plain; I desire to perish, and 
yet I ask for health; I love another, and thus hate myself: I feed me 
in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain. Likewise displeasth me both death 
and life, And my delight is causer of strife. --Sir Thomas Wyatt 

Passion has thrown the speaker into disorder. He becomes all things at
once, all feeding at once, hoping and fearing; blind and seeing, 
tongueless yet full of words. He has ceased to fight and yet he can 
find no peace. He wants to die; yet he prays for health. Love brings 
him laughter and pain, joy and sorrow. He burns with passion and 
freezes like ice. The woman that he loves so intensely has thrown his 
spirits into turmoil and there seems to be no possibility for an 
escape-an escape he does not really desire anyway. 

PROLOGUE 

He turned off the highway slowing down on the off-ramp to make the turn
for the side road. He made a right turn onto the side road and turned 
off his headlights. Slowly rolling down the curved road in almost total 
darkness, He turns the steering wheel to the right, just enough to 
leave the pavement onto a dirt area, which was frequently used as an 
unofficial rest spot for weary travelers and rolled to a stop. Alone in 
the darkness, he turned off the ignition. Sitting in silence, he 
removed the cover off the dome light placing it on the dashboard. He 
carefully removed the bulb to prevent the light from coming on when any 
of the doors of the vehicle opened. He was being careful not to draw 
attention to himself. He slowly put on his black leather gloves and a 
black ski mask. Quietly opening his door, he calmly, carefully, and 
coolly got out of his car. He carefully surveyed the area. He picked 
the perfect placed to finish his task. No one would bother looking here 
for what he was about to place. Feeling confident that he was alone, he 
slowly pushed the door closed without making a noise. It was very dark. 
The moon, that was full, was now beginning to be covered by the clouds 
that were approaching. Rain was in the air he could feel it. The only 
lights that could be seen were from the few homes that were in the 
distance. It was almost too quiet. The only sounds that disturbed the 
night was the rhythmic chorus of chirping by the crickets and loudening 
noise from the highway of approaching vehicles and then fading once 
they passed the area. 

The night was colder that normal in early May. A gentle breeze slowly
moved the branches of the row of trees that started by the highway and 
continued just passed the area. Between the trees, there were lush big 
bushes filling in the gaps that did a great job of concealing the 
location from the highway. 

Feeling quite, please that he had found the perfect spot and that no one
was around, he carefully looked around making one more check. The sound 
of his shoes walking on the gravel momentarily bothered the crickets 
but soon they were back with their symphony of chirps and clicks. He 
quietly opened the rear passenger's door. The lifeless body of a woman 
was quietly removed from the back seat. Once her body was clear of the 
door, he pushed it slowly until the door click shut. He carried the 
body from vehicle to just inside the tree line. He picked that location 
to lay her down on the thick, soft, green grass under the tree. 

In his mind, he was playing a game and making his opponent work harder
to find her this gave him enjoyment and satisfaction. He proceeded with 
his sick routine by preparing his victim in the way he like her, with 
her arms folded across her chess and stuffed in her hands was a white 
rose. He kneeled down and brushed the hair off her pretty face. 

"Fair well and sweet dreams my angel." He kissed his two fingers and
pressed them to her lips to giver her a kiss goodbye. He got up and 
started to walk back to his vehicle. He smiled a cocky little smile 
thinking how well it went and clearing all his thoughts of her because 
as far as he 'was concerned he was done with her. But his feelings of 
just completing a job well done were suddenly broken with the sounds of 


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