A/N: Hey all. :) This is apart of a trilogy of Gwen x Duncan fics I finally decided on, since I seem to only be able to write Gwen x Duncan with Duncan being some crazy killer. lmao This one is complete and will be updated once a week or so, until it is complete here on FF. :) The 2nd story in the trilogy is already in works so once I'm done uploading this one, you won't have to wait long to read the next one. None of the stories in my trilogy follow the same story line. So enjoy See no Evil.
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Gwen was heading home after a long night of classes. College was really starting to suck. Part time job and full time classes was killing her. It made it so she couldn't afford a car, despite the fact she had her license and had, had it for over a year. She lugged her book bag down the empty street. The street lights created an eerie scene, but Gwen walked like this every night, she was quite used to it.

Eventually her book bag gave her shoulder enough issues that she pulled it off and let it hit the ground while she took a breather at the bus stop, even though the buses had stopped running an hour ago. She yawned. She still wasn't used to this schedule change. She rubbed her eyes, and let another yawn escape. The light above her flickered.
"Great." She muttered as it flickered again and suddenly she disappeared into the darkness. "Just peachy." She stood up and went to toss her bag over her shoulder, when a hellish sound caught her off guard. A car came to a screeching halt maybe a few steps away from her and she saw two people jump out, and proceed to drag another person out. The headlights blinded her slightly, but she tried her hardest to watch, and listen…

"You KNOW YOU OWE ME THAT MONEY!!" It was an angry voice and then some sort of blubbering sound that followed from the other person that had been dragged from the vehicle. "I don't want to hear your bullshit. I want the $20,000 by the end of the week or our next meeting won't be NEARLY as nice."

A horrid noise came to Gwen's ears and then a painful scream. Gwen covered her mouth in horror. She couldn't see what was going on, since the car was blocking her view but whatever it was, it was bad, and she should not have been hanging around. She grabbed her book bag and started to hurry down the street.

Sadly, she wasn't fast enough…
"Hey, boss, I think someone's seen us!"
Gwen's eyes widened and she started to run. She could hear the car start up and the two doors slam shut. She ran across the street and down an alleyway and ran half way around the building and ducked down behind some old crates and boxes.

The sound of screeching brakes—car doors opening and then footsteps. Gwen held her breath as she heard them getting closer. Gwen peeked through one of the crates and saw the shoes and pants of the man that was standing there, most likely surveying the area.
"Forget about it Duncan, lets go. You can find her later. I'm not too worried about some college girl anyway."

The footsteps retreated and the car doors shut and the car peeled away. Gwen leaned against the graffiti covered wall and let out a breath. Slowly she peeked out again to make sure the side of the building she was hiding behind was empty.

Gwen came out of the boxes and crates, and started on her way home, looking over her shoulder constantly.

The sidewalk seemed to stretch on forever, and she couldn't shake the feeling of being followed but once she made it home, she felt a bit safer. At least here she had weapons if she needed them—and doors she could lock. Quietly Gwen made her way down the hall and into her bedroom, being sure not to wake her poor Mom who had only just gotten home ten minutes before her, or her brother who had school the next morning.

She changed into her black pajamas and sat down at her desk and opened her laptop. (The very first thing she bought with her very first paycheck.) She pulled up AIM and signed in, and searched her friends list to see if LeShawna was on. Once she deemed that she was she double clicked her screen name and typed;

Tainted_Artist:LeShawna, thank god you're online, I need to talk to someone!
ProjectDancer65: What's up girl? Something bad happen at school?
Tainted_Artist: No, more like on the way home from school.
ProjectDancer65: ???
Tainted_Artist: I saw—well more like heard some guy get his ass kicked, and the people that beat him up came after me!!
ProjectDancer65: WHAT!? Hold up, wait a minute. You're okay, right?
Tainted_Artist: Yeah, I'm fine—they gave up on looking for me but it was scary as hell. I thought I was going to be the next one to get beaten…
ProjectDancer65: You start carrying a knife or something with you when you're on your way from school. I don't want anything happenin' to you Gwen.

Tainted_Artist: Yeah, I think I'm going to. But I just wanted to tell you what happened because I'm still a little shaken up, but I'm going to get some sleep since I have work tomorrow. *sigh*
ProjectDancer65: Ok, you keep me posted on this, and if you need me gimme a ring. Have a good day tomorrow. !
Tainted_Artist: Thanks, night, LeShawna
ProjectDancer65: Night girl.

With that Gwen shut down her computer and crawled into bed, and after tossing and turning a little bit; Gwen finally fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The next morning Gwen woke up and dressed in her uniform for Black Light Music. Oh, the joys of being a sale associate. She clipped on her name-tag. She rested her backpack on her bed so when she got home from work at 5, she would remember to do her homework for her eight o'clock class. She glanced at her clock. She had thirty minutes to get to work. Sometimes she hated having to be there at 9:30 in the morning.

After a short wait at the bus stop at the corner of her street she arrived at the mall with ten minutes to spare, as usual. She walked into the two story mall, took the elevator up, walked down past many stores and finally, tucked away next to a SPENCER'S and Books-A-Million was her job. She walked in.
"Morning guys." She called to her manager and fellow sales associate.
"Mornin' Gwen!" Geoff called. He was another sales associate, of course.
"Good morning Gwen." Courtney beamed.
"I guess since you're so happy, we did good in sales yesterday?"
"Sure did! We went over our goal by $200!" She was beaming all over the place, and Gwen—well she wanted to go and stock CDs and be left alone for the day.
"Okay, that's cool. Well, I'm going to start stocking the CDs…"
"Alright, there's four boxes of them in the back, came in last minute last night before Heather closed."

Gwen turned her back to Courtney, made a face at the mere mention of her Assistant Manager's name and nodded as she left to the backroom. Thank god Heather was off today, and the other ASM DJ would be closing. She only would see him for a mere hour before she was off, but it was a more enjoyable hour with him than with Heather.

At about 2:30 Gwen was now stocking the newest DVDs. This she enjoyed. Sitting on the floor shifting through them. She had a system. First she separated them by genre and then she alphabetized them. It made putting them up so much easier. Gwen sorted through the lovey-dovey movies as quickly as she could and then heard;
"You don't seem like you like those much."

Gwen paused and as she looked up she noticed the mans shoes. She swallowed. Those same punk boots with studs on them. Her eyes came up to the person who was speaking to her. He raised an eyebrow at her, since she hadn't answered.
"Oh um, yeah, I'm not one for romantic anything." She said with a slightly nervous laugh. He squatted down next to her and started to pick up some of the new horror movies that were out. She glanced at him as he picked up a few and stood up. Maybe it wasn't him. After all—lots of people had those shoes. She just saw them for sale at Hot Topic on her way to the elevator. She relaxed a little bit.
"You know, sweetheart you should really relax, they're only DVDs." He said with a smirk as he walked to the counter.

Sweetheart? Gwen blushed a little and looked down at the DVD in her hand. Love Over a Thousand Years.
"Oh give me a break." She tossed it into the pile for that genre. After quickly alphabetizing them, she got up and started to put them away, humming along with the music they played overhead. The man that called her sweetheart passed her by with Courtney. Gwen glanced at him, she still had a little, tiny uneasy feeling, but he seemed okay…

Courtney was pointing out the new movie posters that they were selling and mentioning a contest they had going on to receive free movie tickets for a month. All they had to do was buy at least three posters and enter their name in the drawing. Gwen wished she could enter, but no, employees weren't allowed. The man toyed with his eyebrow ring, while he thought about it and then he nodded, and pointed out the three he wanted.
"Alright, I'll get those from the back for you; just give these to the cashier." She handed him three tabs with barcodes on them.

Gwen looked at the register. Empty. Damn Geoff off to lunch as usual. She hurried over to the register as the man came up to her.
"Hey sweetheart." He smiled as he tossed the tabs down and set the DVDs down. Gwen smiled as she scanned each thing.
"You're total is $42.68."

She watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a wad of cash. Her eyes widened slightly and she tried to remain composed. No one that looked like him should have that kind of money—but then again she was doing just what the people at the Coach store did to her, when she went in there to waste her ten minutes of break time last week—judge. He handed her a hundred dollar bill. "Sorry, thought I had something smaller on me."
"That's okay." She said as she ran the counterfeit detecting pen over it and deemed it authentic. She keyed it in, and the drawer popped open. She counted out his change and handed him back $57.32. "Have a great day sir." She smiled.
"Don't call me sir, makes me feel old. Name's Duncan." He said smiling at her as he collected his bag of goods. That's when Gwen's eyes widened in fear. That was the name she'd heard the other man call. Now that couldn't be two coincidences on one person.

Gwen didn't know what to say, her mouth was frozen in fear. But she was thankfully saved by Courtney bringing Duncan his posters.
"Gwen, did you remember to enter his receipt into the drawing?"
"Oh—I was just getting ready to do that!" She said printing off his receipt and handing him a pen. "Just write your first and last name and your phone number on here." She said. Duncan smirked at her a little and scribbled it down and handed it back to her.
"There ya go sweetheart. If I win, I'll take you out for a movie." And he winked at her.

Gwen blushed a deep red. She nodded a little bit and Duncan left the store.

"Looks like he really had an effect on you." Courtney teased. Gwen only smiled at her a little and saw Geoff come in, back from his lunch break.
"I'm off to lunch!" She said and quickly clocked out and disappeared out of the store.

Gwen went to Subway and bought herself a six inch Italian BMT, a bag of chips and a soda and sat down in her usual corner seat. She was thinking about Duncan. She half wondered if he realized who she was. It seemed odd that all of that had happened the night before and bam—he shows up at her job. She swallowed some. Could he have followed her? She sighed and took a bite out of her sandwich. It had to have been just a coincidence, it had to be. She sipped her drink, and tossed a chip into her mouth.