Stalking in the Night

"Fucking rats are all over this damn building," a delinquent yelled out as he kicked one away.

Haruto was a delinquent who never really cared about life. He had wondered why he was born. If there were a God, why would he create him? He hated life. He was depressed, had an alcoholic father and he felt everyone hated him.

He attended a high-school in Tokyo as a third-year student. He rarely showed up for classes. He didn't see the point in studying when he would end up a good-for-nothing anyway. The only thing that made him happy was listening to his favorite bands on the radio and watching videos of them on the internet. He thought he should be the vocalist for his favorite band instead of some guy who doesn't even go to his own concerts.

He hated everyone and everything, even the girls at the school who had a crush on him. They annoyed him more than anything else in life. Haruto hated everything, except his little sister and music.

Haruto Tanaka was part of a gang, the Red Riders. He would often get into terrible situations as part of the group and had already landed in jail once from his antics.

The leader of the gang had sent him to check out an old, abandoned house in the back of an alley to see if he could find anything of interest, but all he found inside were hoards of rats.

The smell of rotting wood, damp earth and rust filled his nose, and it was driving him crazy. He looked down to see that there was blood on the floor, which didn't seem like a good sign. He noticed there was a door on the left side of the room that looked like it hadn't been touched in decades, if not longer. It was dark and gloomy and was filled with spiderwebs and dead animals. The door opened to a flight of stairs, which led up to what he presumed was the attic.

Haruto was hesitant about going up those stairs, but the leader had told him to do this, and if he didn't follow orders, he'd get his ass beat, and Haruto wasn't one to back down from a challenge. The stairs creaked with every step he took. They were rickety, but still able to hold his weight. When he reached the top of the stairs, he opened another door which led into a very spacious, dark and creepy attic.

Haruto carefully made his way into the attic. The air smelled stale and there was dust everywhere. The entire room was pitch-black except for a single candle, which sat on an old dresser in the corner of the room. It was hard to see anything in the darkness, but he managed to spot something interesting that was glowing on top of one of the old boxes that was scattered around. It was a laptop, and when he tried to open it, the screen lit up, illuminating the entire room in a greenish-white light. The computer was very old, and it seemed like it hadn't been used in quite some time, but he was able to turn it on.

Haruto sat on an old rocking chair as the laptop booted up. As he waited, he thought he heard a noise coming from outside. When he went to look out the window, he noticed that it had started raining.

The computer finished booting up and it asked for a password, which Haruto tried to guess, but failed. The screen went dark, and he didn't know how to turn it back on again, so he decided to leave the attic and continue with his investigation of the rest of the house.

The rest of the house seemed empty. There were no lights, no furniture, nothing at all. There were a couple of rooms with rotting mattresses in them, which made Haruto feel disgusted, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There were also a bunch of pictures that hung on the wall, but they were all old, and had turned yellow from exposure to the elements. Some had even begun to fall off of the wall, leaving them hanging by a single nail. Haruto couldn't find anything else in the house other than old furniture that was either rotting away or was too heavy to lift.

As Haruto headed towards the front door, he saw something on the floor that caught his eye. It was a small red stone, which was lying next to an old wooden desk. He picked it up and examined it for a moment, then slipped it into his pocket, just as he heard the leader calling for him from the other side of the door.

"Haruto, did ya find anything?," the leader asked him as he came running outside.

Haruto showed the leader the laptop.

The leader laughed and patted Haruto on the back, "Great job!

Masato Yamamoto was the leader of the gang. He was in his thirties and had lived a rough life. The balding man was a pain in his ass, always making Haruto complete the dirty jobs.

Haruto ran his fingers through his messy, black hair. "Are we done?"

Masato shrugged. "Sure, you're dismissed, go on back home, unless ya want me ta find some more work for ya," he told him as he turned around and walked away, leaving Haruto alone outside in the alley.

Haruto didn't mind the idea of being alone right now, especially when it meant he was free from his asshole boss. The sun was now gone and it had started raining. The rain fell on him softly and made him feel cold and wet. The only good thing about it was that he didn't have to go anywhere. He sat down on a bench outside and just listened to the sound of the rain hitting the ground and watched as cars drove past on the street nearby.

Haruto was soaked from head to toe and he was getting cold. The rain was still coming down hard and there was no way that it was going to stop anytime soon.

"So much for getting some rest tonight," he thought as he started walking.

Haruto had decided that he'd just go straight home and try to relax for the rest of the evening.

But as Haruto continued his journey home, he suddenly got the feeling that someone was following him. He looked back over his shoulder and saw nothing. He quickly looked forward and noticed someone else coming down the street in the same direction. They were walking in front of him and seemed to be walking in a hurry, as if they had somewhere important to go.

"Shit, am I being stalked now?," he asked himself as he tried to figure out what to do.

He had a bad feeling about this whole thing and didn't want to take any chances. He thought about running after the guy to try and stop them from going wherever it was they were heading. But at the same time, he was worried about what might happen if he tried to stop them. Maybe they were going to try and kill him, maybe they just wanted to mug him. Either way, he wasn't going to just let this slide, so he decided to chase them. He took off after them and they stopped and looked back at him, surprised by the fact that he'd run after them.

Haruto was worried, because if the person following him wasn't following him, then who the hell was following him? He'd heard stories of gang members being attacked from behind by other members of their own gang when they thought they were alone. It wasn't unheard of and Haruto didn't want to be a victim.