HER ADDICTIONS

Chapter 6

Walking hurriedly along the bush path leading to the walkway of Brandon's backyard, Sniper was determined to explore his apartment to his satisfaction before he came back. He climbed the stairs of the yard with an unfathomable sequence till the back door was in sight. He scanned the area carefully to ensure he was alone before bending slightly to pick the lock of the wooden door with a lowered glass frame. It wasn't so much of a struggle before the door made a squeaking sound and went wide open. He smiled to himself and walked in confidently. 'Hmm nice house, he said as he walked past the kitchen before making a stop abruptly at the sight of the refrigerator. He opened it, took out a beer and emptied the contents into his mouth precipitously. Wow! that was so good, he smirked. He made his way to the sitting room observing the interior decoration and nodding in affirmation. He was about heading up the stairs when he accidentally kicked his foot against the bottom of the stairs that prompted a heavy glass jar close by to fall to the ground, shattering into tiny pieces. He yanked his feet up in pain, and gave an outcry, oh shit!
Mike was jerked out of sleep by a heavy thud he heard. Convinced that it came from the house, he forced himself out of bed walking hazily towards the stairs where inaudible noises were coming from. It's probably Brandon, he thought. He stood at the foot of the stairs and called out his name till he caught sight of a rather huge man staring back at him at the other end of the stairs. Hey man! who are you? he said as he dashed down the stairs trying to get a hold of him. Sniper now totally confused and surprised that he wasn't alone tried to get away but was immediately approached by the muscular man that grabbed his arm. He tried to lose his arm free from the tight grip by punching the man hard on his stomach that sent him aback giving him the chance to make his move. Mike regained himself and ran towards him releasing a heavy punch to his face that sent him sprawling on the ground. Aware of the strength of the man he'd have to battle with to get out of this situation, Sniper reached out into his jacket and grabbed his pocket knife. Mike continued to punch him until suddenly, he halted and gawked as blood drooled from his mouth. He fell to the ground and held the knife that was still deeply embedded in his stomach. Sniper stood up, went over to where the wounded man laid, grabbed the knife from his stomach and continued stabbing him repeatedly till he stopped breathing. Assured that he was dead, he hurriedly dashed out through the back door into the dark woods.