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Crawler

I quietly sat alone in a low-lit room, sharpening the newest addition to my blade collection while humming to a tune. My eyes gradually wandered towards my 'Wanted List', causing me to frown immediately. Oh, how I've dreamt of slaughtering every individual on that list, or having someone else do that for me.

Unfortunately, my men do not have the capability I do; the ability to crawl walls. My men have the ability to become invisible, transform into an animal, mimic other powers, etc.; however, I, Joseph Miller, have the amazing power of climbing walls like a spider.

How is crawling along walls better than becoming invisible? Well, I don't know exactly. I'll have a reasonable answer once I figure out how to work Google.

The sound of floor boards creaking nearby echoed slowly in my office. I rushed to my feet, reaching for the nearest wall. I slipped my blade into my cloak's pocket, crawling along the chipped, nasty wall. Why haven't I repaired this yet? I thought I would've replaced this by now.

Reaching the door, I quickly opened it in fear. I peaked my head in the hallway, noticing a dark figure standing in the middle of the passage way.

I smirked, jumping down. "Hello there," I greeted, waving at my greet. It's not often that I get guests.

"Why?" The figure questioned, dropping to its knees. "Why have you destroyed my family?" Misery was leaking throughout its voice.

I cleared my throat, attempting to sound as intimidating as possible. "Well, my first reason was because I wanted to see if human rugs were nice," I paused, shaking my head in disgust. "They aren't, by the way."

"I wasn't planning-"

"Hush child, I am speaking. Anyway," I began again, slipping my hands into my pockets, "I destroyed your family because your cat keeps pooping in my lawn. It's disgusting."

The figure stood up angrily. "You killed my family over a cat?"

"Why yes," I replied.

"Why didn't you just kill my cat?" He shouted, spraying me lightly with his spit. Gross.

I laughed as evilly as I could. "That would be animal abuse, silly."

"But what you did my family was homicide!" He exclaimed, reaching into his pocket, revealing a rustic object.

I glanced down. "Yeah, I guess it is," I whispered to myself.

The figure stepped closer, breathing heavily.

"Wow, if you keep breathing like that, you might hav-" I was interrupted by a sudden pain occurring in my lower abdomen. I glanced down only to see a rusty butter knife that was shoved into my body. I brought my gaze up to the man and whispered, "hey, that's not nice."

"I know," he replied, turning around and shuffling into the other direction.

I furrowed my eyebrows and pursed my lips as my legs began to give out. "Well, this is it. I only got to wear this precious cloak for a week," I murmured before entering an endless sleep.

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Word Count: 476. Unfortunately, this story turned out differently than I expected, and wanted, it to but hopefully you will enjoy it!

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