Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 11:55:47 GMT -8
Aaliyah stepped as quietly as possible, her hands deep in her pockets, of the deep green trench coat. The air was sharply cold, like when you open the freezer in the refrigerator. Her breath was white puffs of smoke. Her red scarf kept her neck quiet warm. She kept her eyes on this particular house, only one light glowed dimly through one of the windows. She assumed this room to be either the office or the living room.
It was near midnight, but not yet… Aaliyah was excited. She could feel the adrenaline shooting through her veins. It was exhilarating to break into a house. Like playing hide and seek, or treasure hunt. Closing in on the prizes, without getting caught, yet being close enough to watch her victims breathe, and wiggle in their sleep.
Sometimes the people she stole from snore so loudly she doubted they would be able to hear anything else. Of course not all her escapes were like this… some houses were empty with the folks gone on vacation or something similar.
Of course when her escapes went wrong, brute force was fun to use. She toyed with the makeshift bat in her hand. Beating people with sticks was fun. She stifled a giggle at the memory. A giggle in this part of town, at this time of night would seem out of place, inclusively scary.
It was exciting just to be outside because there was no telling what could happen. You never knew who you could meet or who you could run into. This was an adventure… she grinned.
It had been days now. Only one lonely soul lived in the house. He worked at odd hours, his schedule being sporadic and was sometimes up at night until 2:00 a.m. sometimes he was a sleep, and would suddenly wake up at 4:00 in the morning to work. There were days when the house seemed almost empty. Aaliyah hoped the man would go to sleep, she believed he was some sort of business man considering the area he lived in and the suites he wore. She had been watching that house for over a week, any moment now, he was going to go to sleep. She was waiting for it. She had peered in from the windows and made a mental map of the inside of the house, still she needed to observe more before breaking in.
Aaliyah nibbled her lip, then drank from her carton of apple juice, and licked her lips. She loved the flavor, and apple juice was her favorite. She enjoyed it with pulp, she was more surprised to find out it was just as good as coffee, maybe even better, it lacked the caffeine but it kept her awake. Her excitement only grew more. It was dangerous at this time of night, and in this part of town. Hmm… maybe that’s why she liked it.. she loved to believe she was dangerous, her lips curved upwards.
The light from the window went out. Play time!
Aaliyah ran across the street, and into an alley. Her mask kept the area around her eyes warm, from the gusts of icy mist that were blowing, clouds were threatening to cover the moon. She turned sharply then skidded to a stop, and rested her hands on her knees to catch her breath.
The alley way was dimly lit, in the distance the lamppost flickered, and a small shadow emerged on the pavement. Aaliyah looked up to see a small person standing eight feet before her. What was a little boy doing here at this time of night?
She straightened up, and pulled out her stick from her pocket, holding her apple juice carton in her left.
“Who are you?” Aaliyah asked. Only to realize how useless this question was. “You do realize this is no place for a kid, right?” What was he doing here?
It was near midnight, but not yet… Aaliyah was excited. She could feel the adrenaline shooting through her veins. It was exhilarating to break into a house. Like playing hide and seek, or treasure hunt. Closing in on the prizes, without getting caught, yet being close enough to watch her victims breathe, and wiggle in their sleep.
Sometimes the people she stole from snore so loudly she doubted they would be able to hear anything else. Of course not all her escapes were like this… some houses were empty with the folks gone on vacation or something similar.
Of course when her escapes went wrong, brute force was fun to use. She toyed with the makeshift bat in her hand. Beating people with sticks was fun. She stifled a giggle at the memory. A giggle in this part of town, at this time of night would seem out of place, inclusively scary.
It was exciting just to be outside because there was no telling what could happen. You never knew who you could meet or who you could run into. This was an adventure… she grinned.
It had been days now. Only one lonely soul lived in the house. He worked at odd hours, his schedule being sporadic and was sometimes up at night until 2:00 a.m. sometimes he was a sleep, and would suddenly wake up at 4:00 in the morning to work. There were days when the house seemed almost empty. Aaliyah hoped the man would go to sleep, she believed he was some sort of business man considering the area he lived in and the suites he wore. She had been watching that house for over a week, any moment now, he was going to go to sleep. She was waiting for it. She had peered in from the windows and made a mental map of the inside of the house, still she needed to observe more before breaking in.
Aaliyah nibbled her lip, then drank from her carton of apple juice, and licked her lips. She loved the flavor, and apple juice was her favorite. She enjoyed it with pulp, she was more surprised to find out it was just as good as coffee, maybe even better, it lacked the caffeine but it kept her awake. Her excitement only grew more. It was dangerous at this time of night, and in this part of town. Hmm… maybe that’s why she liked it.. she loved to believe she was dangerous, her lips curved upwards.
The light from the window went out. Play time!
Aaliyah ran across the street, and into an alley. Her mask kept the area around her eyes warm, from the gusts of icy mist that were blowing, clouds were threatening to cover the moon. She turned sharply then skidded to a stop, and rested her hands on her knees to catch her breath.
The alley way was dimly lit, in the distance the lamppost flickered, and a small shadow emerged on the pavement. Aaliyah looked up to see a small person standing eight feet before her. What was a little boy doing here at this time of night?
She straightened up, and pulled out her stick from her pocket, holding her apple juice carton in her left.
“Who are you?” Aaliyah asked. Only to realize how useless this question was. “You do realize this is no place for a kid, right?” What was he doing here?
