Babysitting Rowan
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My name is, well, was, John. I always thought of myself as just one of
Rowan Morrison's many fans and nothing more then that. Not a stalker-
certainly not a stalker, although I'm sure many would have thought of
me as obsessive. I had all her CD's at home; every possible magazine
article about her, and my bedroom was covered in her pictures. I even
wrote fan fiction about her - nice ones, not horrible rape and torture
type fics. I often compared her life to mine and wished that I could
live a life of luxury, but I never wanted to be her.
When I heard that she had fallen ill and been admitted to hospital, I
decided that I had to see her, just to check that she was allright. I
worked there as a hospital porter so it was easy to get into the
building and through the normal security, knowing the door codes as I
did. I smuggled in a spanner and when no one was looking I loosened the
nuts on one of the hotel vents and climbed inside, so I could bypass
her bodyguards. As I squeezed my body through the metal ducts I had
visions of getting trapped in them, and the trouble I would get into
when I was rescued. If I was rescued. The thought of Rowan Morrison in
pain drove me on and I struggled on until at last I reached her private
room and crawled out from the vent, where I gazed at her face.
Her soft brown eyes were closed and her long black hair had been
freshly combed, and to my horror I noticed blood on the sheet that
covered her. As I reached to pull it off, something crashed down upon
the back of my head. When I woke, groaning in agony, three members of
Rowan's security team were frowning down at me. "We have the murderer
right here," said one. "His fingerprints were on the shotgun. He
stalked her in the woods and he shot her and that's what we'll all say
in court. That's what these kinds of stalkers do. He had pictures of
her all over his bedroom, along with every piece of merchandise that
was ever marketed, and every single magazine article. It's an open and
shut case."
I backed away from them, right up against the wall. "I didn't do any
such thing! I would never do anything to hurt Rowan, yet alone kill
her. I was never even near her until I sneaked into her hospital room."
"That's not what we, the witnesses, will say. That's not what the
forensics and the circumstantial evidence will say. The best you can
expect is a Murder Two conviction, and a thirty-year to life sentence
in San Quentin, where you won't last a week before one of the tougher
prisoners makes you into his prison bitch. You're young and weedy with
a girlish frame - the "daddies" in prison will love to rape somebody
like you. If you don't submit they'll just beat you into submission.
Maybe they'll sell you to the other prisoners. By the time you get
parole, it'll be a medical release as you will be dying slowly and
painfully of AIDS. Or maybe you'll go down for Murder One and get the
lethal injection in your arm."
I was shaking with fear by now as I imagined the horrors of prison and
Death Row. "I didn't do it - how can I convince you of my innocence?"
One of the guards grinned. "What if I were to give you a way out, a way
to atone for your sins? You can take the place of Rowan and live her
life for her."
"I didn't kill her."
"I know." The smile left his face. "If you did you would already be in
a police cell whilst the evidence was being gathered to send you to the
gurney. I will only say this once. Somebody else, somebody who was high
ranking in the world of politics, shot her by mistake whilst out
hunting birds. And don't you dare ask who it was. The shot was fatal.
If this gets out, his career will be in tatters, as Rowan was very
popular in this state and our careers will be ruined as well. We will
be sacked by her parents, publicly humiliated, possibly sued for
everything we own and nobody who can afford to hire bodyguards will
hire us. I'm offering a deal. We get to avoid such a fate. You get to
live the life of Rowan Morrison, the girl you adore, the girl adored by
millions of fans around the world. If you turn it down, we blame you
for the killing, and you get to live a life of pure hell behind the
walls of San Quentin. After all, we could not really be blamed for the
actions of an evil stalker, could we?"
I thought for a few seconds. "I'll do it."
"Good. I want you to take off your clothes and put on this set of fake
breasts. a hospital nightgown and this wig. One of us is also your
make-up artist as well as your bodyguard and he'll prepare your face.
Your parents will be coming soon - you will tell them that you
collapsed in the woods with a bug, a bug that has hurt your throat
badly so that you can only croak. That will sort out the voice problem
- for now. If you're wondering why we chose you, it's because you're
the right height and weight and you know a lot about her life already.
Also, you were there at the right time for us. If you say a single
thing wrong, I promise you that our revenge will be terrible."
Jane
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