User:Wunderbar German hedgehog

April 5th, 2014

A man in his late 20’s to early 30’s sat in a comfortable chair in a room with a warm atmosphere. The walls were a nice cream color, there was a fire lit in the fireplace, and the scenery outside was of a beautiful pinewood forest, shadowed by the snowcapped mountain. Despite the calming scene, the man couldn’t have been more disquieted.

He sat with his head down, hugging himself, staring at the ground. He rocked back and forth as he clenched his teeth, trying to keep from whimpering like a fool, to no avail. The woman across from him, Abigail Smith, furrowed her brow in concern.

“Mr. Schmidt.” She said. “Can you tell me what you saw?” Alastair Schmidt gripped his hair and began muttering utter nonsense.

“Pale. She was so pale. And her eyes…her eyes were pure gold…she had blood running down her face…it was terrible, so terrible. She reached out for me…wouldn’t stop reaching out, she looked so angry, so lost. Murderous. She wants to kill me.”

“Who wants to kill you Mr. Schmidt?” Abigail asked, startled. Alastair looked up, and out the window, and his eyes widened. He got up so quickly, his chair fell over.

“Her…” he said, pointing shakily to the window. “She does! That woman!” he began to back up, towards the wall, eyes still fixed on the window. Abigail looked back at the window, and saw nothing there.

“Mr. Schmidt, there’s nobody there.” Abigail said calmingly. Alastair wasn’t listening.

“No. Don’t you come any closer to me! Stay away! Stay away!” his back hit the wall, and he let out a blood curdling scream, and fell. Abigail rushed forward, and grabbed his wrist, trying to find a pulse. There wasn’t one.

Later, she would find out, he died of a heart attack.

And even further in the future, she would come to find that he had been convicted of rape and child molestation, and was registered sex offender in the United States.

December 2nd, 2013, Vancouver, Canada

Alexa Zurlo was a very pretty woman. She was tall, fair skinned, her beautiful dark blue eyes had specks of gold in them, and her dark brown hair flowed down her back in ringlets. She was also a very sweet girl, who loved people, and people loved her back.

Alexa also watched the news a lot. But what she saw disgusted her. Child molesters, rapists, murderers, all were roaming the streets, not getting caught. They always wound up escaping the law, leaving Alexa with a bitter taste in her mouth.

She often walked the streets, always wondering who the next victim would be. Would it be that little girl on the swings over there? That teenager getting coffee with her friends? That single mom with no defense against herself?

It was on one of those days, that it happened.

She was taking a walk down the street, dressed in dark blue jeans, a baby blue sweater that stopped below her belly button, but was longer in the back, with a black tank-top underneath, a black infinity scarf with baby blue polka dots, and black boots that came to her mid calves. Her hair was pulled back slightly with a clip.

As she walked, Alexa thought. She thought about many things, but her mind eventually wandered to where it usually went. But suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a little girl crying, yelling for her mother, and a man telling her to shut her trap. Curious, frightened, and a little bit angry, Alexa wandered down an alleyway.

A little girl was on the ground, her pink coat smeared with mud, her face soaked with tears, and her blonde hair dirty and matted. A man stood menacingly over her, a mix of an angry scowl, and smug smirk on his face.

“I want my mommy.” The girl whimpered. The man cupped her face in his hands, Alexa wanted to throw up.

“Mommy can’t save you now.” He said. Alexa watched in horror as the moment progressed. She had to stop him! She had to.

“Stop! Don’t touch her!” Alexa yelled, running up to the two and pushing the man away with as much force as she could muster. He stumbled away, trying desperately to regain his footing as he fell over.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Alexa asked. The girl shook her head swiftly.

“I want my mommy.” She said. Alexa’s heart tore in two.

“When was the last time you saw your mommy?” she asked.

“I haven’t seen her for two days. That man took me away from her.” The girl replied. The man was starting to get up. Alexa panicked.

“What’s your name?”

“Holly.” Suddenly, before Alexa could say another word, she found herself knocked to the ground, with the man towering over her, pinning her down.

“Holly, run! Get away from this place! Go ask the police to help you find your moth-!” Alexa was cut off by the man putting his hand over her mouth. Holly ran away as fast as she could. The man didn’t budge, he kept his eyes fixed on Alexa, who struggled against him, but wasn’t strong enough to fight the man’s grip. Tears welled in her eyes as her heart pounded in her chest.

“Now look what you did.” He said. “You made my new toy run away. Well, at least I have a replacement.” Alexa sobbed into his hand, and tried to scream, cry out for help, but she couldn’t be heard. “Oh no, don’t be like that. It’ll be over before you know it.”

Local News Report December 9th, 2013 “The body of 21 year-old Alexa Zurlo was found in an alleyway yesterday afternoon. She appeared to have been defiled, and then beaten to death with a blunt object. The police have begun the search for suspects in the case. Sadly, there is not much to report, and the case goes unsolved for now.”

~A few months later~ She wandered for a while. Lost, confused, and scared. But one thought ran through her head. At least Holly is okay…The little girl she saved that day was safe and sound. Safe from that man. Alexa hoped she was at least.

People being unable to see her was still something she had to get used to. She would go and sit in her mother’s house, and try to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but it wouldn’t work. So she wandered, still wearing the same outfit as when she died, her hair still pinned back slightly, but there was one thing different.

One day, however, someone stopped her, and her eyes widened.

“You can see me?” she asked. The man who stood in front of her now fixed her with a sad look.

“I am like you. I am dead.” He said. Alexa’s expression softened.

“I’m sorry.” She said. The man said the same thing and they went their separate ways. What she wasn’t prepared for, was a little girl with blonde hair matted down with blood, and a pink coat to run up to her.

“Holly?” Alexa said. The girl looked up at her with big sad eyes.

“I’m sorry miss. I didn’t run fast enough. I can’t get back to my mommy now.”

Something snapped in Alexa as soon as she heard that sentence. She no longer felt lost and alone. No. She was angry, and she had a purpose. She turned from Holly and clenched her fists. Speaking in a low voice, she asked,

“Holly, how many others are there like you and me? Who else has been hurt that horrible man?” she asked. Holly told her about the other young women and men, teenagers, and children who had been unfortunate enough to cross paths with him. Holly had been 6 years old.

Alexa glared at the ground. She had always hated that kind of people. And as loose objects around her rattled, she knew she could do something about it. The golden specks in her eyes began to grow, and soon her entire iris was a glowing golden color. Maybe innocent people couldn’t see her. But the people she so hated, they might not be so lucky. They would regret every decision they ever made.

Wunderbar German hedgehog (talk)

The first time he had seen her, he almost crashed his car. She had stood right in the middle of the road, eyes glowing, and blood running down the side of her head. When he turned back, she was gone.

The second time he saw her, she was right in front of him as soon as he turned around, and he got a clearer view of her features. Her glowing eyes were a pure golden color, blood and dirt mangled her baby blue sweater, and her black scarf with blue polka dots. Her dark blue jeans were ripped, and her black calf-high boots were scuffed. Her hair was pinned back slightly. She reached out for him, and loose objects around the room began to rattle.

Suddenly, the gold in her eyes seemed to shrink into little specks in a deep dark sea of blue, and she was gone.

He always saw her again after that. That’s also when the accidents started happening. And every time something happened, he swore he heard a girl whispering,

“I know what you did,” right in his ear. He knew it was the girl, and he knew the girl was dead. He wasn’t hallucinating, he wasn’t! He could even talk to her. But all she would do was glare at him.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked one day. The girl just smirked at him, eyes back to their golden color. He knew she was about to leave when they turned blue again. But she never left for good.

She knew what he did. And he did too. The rest of the world didn’t, but he did. He was a monster. He had hurt multiple children. Today was the day he answered for it. Today was the day he got what he deserved.

The girl was there in the bathroom with him. She looked at him as if daring him to not go through with it. He nodded at her, opened the bottle of pills, and popped them in one by one, never breaking eye contact with the girl.

She had made sure he atoned for what he did.

She would always make sure people like him answered for their crimes.