The Seeker

   A sudden sound awoke him, and amazingly fast he clicked open
his knife he allways slept with, rolled out from under the blankets
and slid under the bed. He could smell only dirty socks, but what he could hear intrigued 
him, it made him desire a dance. Someone was in his apartment. He was
amazed, and he half hoped that it wasnt the pigs. While he wouldnt mind
taking out a few cops before being hauled off to jail, he hoped it was just 
some poor unlucky burglar.After a moment he recognized the sound of dishes hitting each other. Who
ever it was was in the kitchen, and so he creeped out from under his bed, and
switched from defensive to offensive mode. This fucker will pay, nomatter who
it is, Pig or Pawn.

  Opening his bedroom door he could see the kitchen. The lights were off but long ago
he learned that he could see pretty well with little or no light. To be safe he had put
small nightlights in every available outlet. From the kitchen he heard more dishes being 
moved. A funny thought struck him. "Did this fool break in to steal my dishes?" He
was very curious why this person was lingering in the kitchen.......

  Moving slowly down the hall he heard the invader walking around in the kitchen, the floor
in there is allways sticky so every step held a 'Crunch' sound, like walking on wet paint. He could
even see a shadow now, it was a frantic shadow. The shadow moved erraticly, for a second he thought
it may be a drug addict. No chance of finding any money on the body when he was done with the
thief. Addicts NEVER have money, hence the reason he, or she has broken into my house tonight.

 He reached the doorway to the kitchen, and stopped. He could hear no more sound, nor could he see the
shadow anymore. He suddenly got excited. It wouldnt be a swift kill, it would be a game of sorts. He
had the utmost confidence that he would win, but its the thrill of the unknown that excited him.

  Finally after a few moments he heard some beeping noises. He soon recognized them as the buttons on 
a cell phone. A few moments passed and a mans voice said. "Yo mitch I dont think you gave me the right
apartment number........" The Seeker allmost snickered at the mans bad luck, he stumbled into the wrong house
and most certainly he was about to meet the wrong man. The Seeker himself.

 He listened a while to the man on the phone......He didnt really need to kill him, because he would surely want to
be leaving soon after not finding what he came for. Maybe he would stop and try to steal the VCR if The Seeker
owned a vcr, but he did not own one. The seeker just loved killing so yes, he would kill the intruder. SO what if he
was just an idiot in the wrong place at the wrong mans house?

  "No! Shit man you said 521 not 125, how could I mess that up?" A few moments later he spoke again. "No its not
because I am an idiot. I am not an idiot. Why hire me......... Oh Fuck I just heard something" What he heard 
was the seekers snicker. he just couldnt hold it in anymore."Wait a goddamn second" he was now whispering.
Silence for a moment, and then the man spoke again. "Ok I think its cool, I dont think anyones home, I am gonna jet. 
This place is nasty, believe dat. Shit all over da floor, and I think there is some dudes blood in this sink. I gotta go fur
real dude" The seeker heard a final beep which was probably the man hanging up his phone, and from the mans statement
about the blood in the sink, all the seekers thoughts of maybe just scaring him and slicing him up a bit was out the 
window. He was now a witness of sorts.

  Quickly the intruder shut the cabinet doors. The seeker thought to himself "He must have been looking for drugs" , and then the
man emerged from the kitchen and was stunned to see the seeker standing there, he didnt see the knife yet it was at
seekers side. "Hello whats yur name dude?" seeker asked mocking the mans slang. Immediately the Man backed into the wall
and stammered "Whoah sorry wrong house........I Uhm thought this was............Uhmmmmm Iesha's crib." Seeker calmy replied
"No Problem, who is Iesha? I do not know any Iesha in this complex and I know everyone. By the way whats your name?"

   The man was suddenly visibly sweating. He looked around nervously, and said "Uhm my name is Tyrone" then his eyes 
strayed to the knife in seekers hand. "Yo dude no need to use that, I am unarmed and this was all a mistake. Wrong house
is all dude" Seeker smiled evilly, and raised the knife. "Yeah it was a mistake. Your mistake" Seeker was in a funny mood so
he raised his arms and said "Boogie Doogie Dingle Dang, Smell my Fart while I Poke your heart".

  Tyrone was more than confused............he was shaking, "What?" he was eying the knife and trying to back away.

  Seeker didnt let him. Lightning fast he brought the knife down and caught tyrone behind his back, Tyrone went limp not
knowing how or why. Seeker left the knife where it was because he liked how it somewhat propped Tyrone's head up
while he lay on the floor with his spinal cord severed. "Next time you break into a house, get the right house. Oh I forgot
sorry, you wont be breaking into anymore houses. You will most likely be my breakfast tomorrow" Seeker laughed, and laughed
until Tyrone started screaming for help. Seeker dove on him and covered his mouth. "Shhhhhhhh either I can kill you
now or we can watch some tom and jerry first? I love those guys" This for some reason caused Tyrone to scream even
louder. Seeker looked at him and said. "Ok Nite Nite" and he raised his fist and pounded him in the temple until his eyes
rolled into the back of his head and finally closed.