Thread: Wicked Game [Sebastian&SHARPii]

His elbow was starting to get uncomfortable with the way he was leaning on it. Resting on the passenger seat he was using his arm to raise himself up so he could look over the dash of his car so he could watch without being seen. The vehicle had pulled up while he had been wiping his own down, getting rid of any prints. The red Sunfire he had was a good car a strong motor for it's older model but he had had it for too long already. He needed to switch out cars every couple days, while it did leave a small trail it was harder for the cops to keep up to him if they had no idea what type of vehicle he had. If the cops were even chasing him. He'd only had a warrant out on his name for drug possession with the intent to sell. Jericho wasn't going to take the risk though, if he was ever brought into a jail, his DNA taken he knew he would raise red flags. That girl in California, he knew he had left evidence there. Too much emotion, the little bitch had brought up too many bad memories. While it was a nuisance having to go on the run again it was nothing new. Jericho had spent most of his teens and a good number of years in his twenties on the run. Hiding and escaping the cops was easy. Unless he was forced out of the rigorous exercise of hiding in shady motels and shitty cars. Forced out by pretty girls like the one pulling groceries out of the back of her little hatchback. It had been complete coincidence that he had chosen this parkade to dump the car, then even more coincidence that she had pulled into the stall just ahead of him. Except Jericho didn't believe in coincidences. He didn't believe in much other than his instincts, and those were flaring up as he watched her bend over to take the groceries from the back of her car, and the way she shut the driver's door. Uumph! She looked older than what he normally went for, but still young enough to have fully captured his attention. He didn't need much justification he was dumping a car so he needed a new one, and she had they keys to a nice little hatchback. He watched as she disappeared up the stairs, heading towards her apartment. He wasn't concerned about following her he knew where she was going. She had parked in one of the owned stalls, which listed the apartment number. He had the necessary tools to do what needed to be done from there. Once he was alone again he got back to work. Wiping down the steering wheel, dash, radio, gearshift and anything else he had touching in the car in the past five days. Checking over everything again he got out, locking the car then tossing the key into a water drain behind where he had parked. He then wiped the handle of the door before hitching his army duffel bag over his shoulder then walking over towards the woman's car. He curiously glanced inside, but saw nothing of interest, before he looked at the sign, easily memorizing the number of her apartment. He then went towards the stairs, following the path she had taken about ten minutes before. From there it really wasn't hard to find her apartment. The first door he came across. The hallway was empty, so he leaned forward, pressing his ear to the door. Of course he couldn't hear anything but he listened for a couple moments anyway. Satisfied he took his wallet out of his back pocket and slid out the lock pick he kept there. With quick efficiency he worked on her deadbolt, unlocking it. Testing the door it opened silently, no squeaking. The building was of good quality. Stepping inside there was no one around, but there was a light off to the left. Closing the door quietly he locked it again, this time putting the chain in place. He then went deeper into the house, exploring off to the right. His feet moving him silently this wasn't the first time he had explored an occupied house. The layout was simple. He easily found a bedroom with an attached bedroom. Logic would dictate that the light he had seen was from the kitchen, and likely there was a living room on that side as well. Standing in the dark bedroom he never had had trouble traversing in the dark he took the duffel bag from his shoulder and set it on the ground. Pulling the zipper slowly so it was silent he looked inside. On top was a simple handgun and a simple dagger. He chose the dagger. While guns were scary, people reacted to blades much more nicely. Zipping the duffel bag back up he pushed it under the bed. If things didn't work out and he had to leave in a rush he didn't want her to find it. He would just have to come back in a couple days to retrieve it. Calmly he walked back down the hallway, and turned the corner into the kitchen at the same time that a boiling kettle began to scream. His blue eyes instantly found the blonde who had caught his attention and as expected she was alone. She had also changed out of her business attire, now wearing extremely casual clothing. Jericho wasn't sure if he liked that better or not. Hair in a bun, glasses on her face now she was still very pretty up close. Before she could react to either the kettle, or Jericho suddenly appearing he rushed forward, pressing the blade of the dagger against her throat, keeping her leaning against the counter. Taking his eyes off of her he grabbed the kettle, pulling it off the stove to stop it's annoying screeching. He then looked the woman in the eyes. If you start screaming I'm going to dump this water on you, and give you a real reason to scream. Now be a good girl and go sit at the dining table. Are you expecting any company tonight at all, and do you have any pets, and how many phones are in the apartment? This was hardly his first home invasion. He needed to get the important topics out of the way, before he started having his fun. Assuming she was cooperative he would back away with the dagger slightly, to give her room to move as he commanded. The kettle of boiling water still in his hand.