Larger Than Life

~Chapter Three~

After I left the note on his desk, I began my mission of gathering all the supplies I would need for the next couple of days. Even though I wasn’t finished, I walked made my way to his room. I had been hiding in the darkest corner of his room when he came in after dealing with his father. His footfalls shook me as he made his way to the desk. There was a pause as he read the note but, then he reached his massive hand down into his pants pocket and pulled out my cork canister. I thought that he might actually heed my warning but, my assumption of his curiosity proved to be true when he took the cork and went to bed with it.

“Shit,” I said through clenched teeth. I spit the curse out as I saw him fiddle with the clasp on his necklace so he could slide the chain through the straps as if it were a pendant. I felt a twinge of anger at his stupidity. ‘Why can’t they just leave us alone?’  I thought. But soon the anger was replaced with a sick twist of excitement. I was excited, to see just how much he would let me get away with before he snapped, to see which of my little tricks would work on him, to see just how well I could push his buttons. I was willing to bet that it wouldn’t take much until I had pushed one too many buttons.

I left as he readied himself for bed. I would, later, come back to get an idea of his sleeping patterns.  Seeing as how they would play a crucial part in my plans.

‘Now, which one to use first,’ I thought with a wicked grin. It only seemed fair to go easy on him. At least in the beginning. So, I figured I would start out simple. I ran into the almost invisible hole in the corner of his room, entering the maze within the walls. I made my way to the kitchen. I would have taken care of this earlier but, that would have been rather difficult with the two men in the room. Well, one man and a drunken ass.

Making my way back to the same door on the counter, I pushed it open and started in the direction of where the cooking oil would be. Once the bottle was found, came the challenge of getting to his room. I made a mental note of gratitude when I found that the bottle was made of plastic. Pulling the rope off the loop on my belt, I tied it around the lip of the bottle. I jumped and quickly glanced around when low thud filled the room. I was so used to always being quiet in my work that the sound from the contact with the counter caught me off guard. I tied my end of the rope to the closest, sturdy thing and walked over to the bottle. Lightly pushing, I rolled it closer to the edge with silent prayers that my knot would hold. I winced as the bottle dropped over the edge, waiting for it to explode on the floor.

Opening my eyes, I followed the string that lie on the counter and saw a slight swinging motion at its end. I crawled to the ledge and peered over. There, lightly swinging back and forth was the oil bottle. Jumping up, I fist pumped that air as a whisper of victory left my lips.

I walked over to my end of the rope and got a strong hold on it before undoing the knot. As soon as it came undone, I slid about three inches from the weight before the skin of my feet caught hold. It almost felt like suction cups were attached to my feet. I’ll just say it was a weird sensation but, hey, it worked. 

Slowly, I walked closer to the edge, lowering the bottle. Once I felt the line go slack, I ran to check the bottle. Seeing it safely on the ground, I coiled my rope and pulled out my “grappling hook”.

After positioning the fish hook, I slid down the rope, my feet not making a sound as they met the ground. I made quick work of getting it to his room after that. After reaching the threshold of his room, I really got started. Pulling the cap off the bottle, I watched with a giggle as its contents spilled and spread all over the floor. Rolling the bottle, I made sure that the spill reached his bed as well. I decided to leave the bottle there just for effect.

For the next prank, I simply walked into his bathroom which was connected to the bedroom. I had to get to the ledge of the bath-shower. Glancing around the dimly lit room, I found my way up. I walked over to the sink and crouched low. Using as much strength I could muster, I leapt to the knob on the cabinet below the sink. Using the momentum from my jump, I swung to the side and caught my legs on the other knob. Pushing myself up, I straddled the left knob and looked up. The edge of the counter around the sink was still about a foot and a half in the air.