Ello! Chapter 3, as always I don't own!
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Target – An empty residential house
He's been stalking the street for weeks, picking a certain house that appears to be well off and stands out from the rest but he also needs an empty house and preferably one that's relatively easy to break into.
Then his prayers are answered, while staking a house out early one morning a family leave for a vacation at around two in the morning. He waits in the shadows, crouching low in some bushes before making his approach. He sneaks and tiptoes, his shoes hardly making a sound on the road or pavement, he creeps along the wall while checking for signs of life and eventually makes it to the back door.
Just to be sure he shakes the handle a little letting it rattle, it's locked so he stands back and processes his options through his mind. As he peers up he catches sight of a window, which is slightly open; he traces a route upward with his eyes and sets to work first clambering up the drainpipe. He scales the wall and balances on a tight ledge while slipping three fingers inside the window and pulling it open, he can't believe his luck as he hauls himself inside gently.
He lets his eyes focus in the dark, not wanting to turn on the lights and draw attention to himself, he soon discovers he's in a child's bedroom, probably an eight year old boy's room. Toys lay scattered all over the floor, lego models cover one area while a pile of toy soldiers covers another. He bends down onto one knee and examines a Lego model of an aeroplane; he turns it over in his hands and gives the plastic rotor blades a quick spin before crushing it effortlessly in one hand. Lego bricks tumble to the floor as he drops the plane in two halves onto a Lego boat, he straightens up and crunches the boat under his right foot then continues smashing the lego until nothing is left but Lego rubble. He scans the child's room for anything of value and immediately spots a handheld PSP on the bedside table; he snatches it up and slips it inside the black rucksack on his back.
Before he leaves the bedroom his eyes spot a child's flashlight on the floor by the bed; he scoops it up and flicks it on. It still works but shines the Batman logo wherever he points it but it doesn't bother him, he just gets on with the job.
He doesn't steal anything large like the wide screen TV bolted to the wall in one of the rooms, it's simply too big to carry from a bedroom window by himself and he certainly isn't up for carrying it through the streets while trying to run if he actually got it to the ground without smashing it. Instead of the large television he unplugs the games console sat neatly on a cabinet beneath it and stuffs it into his black bag along with a couple of games and the controllers without forgetting all the cables which tangle up in his hands. He tries to keep calm as he screws the wires into a clumsy ball and pushes them inside a side pocket trapping them behind a zip.
As he switches from room to room he pushes small things like tiny glass ornaments into his bag not really caring if they break or not, he's already made a bit of cash with the latest games console. He also steals a couple of CDs from the shelves without bothering to check the artist names on the front, he isn't interested in keeping any of the goods he steals, he only wants to make extra money by selling them on.
The last room he checks is the kitchen, he pulls open draws of cutlery and one packed with kitchen knives all different shapes for bread, meat or cheese. He dismisses them, he's never really liked knives anyway and has no desire to stab or kill anyone. He slips a bottle of Jack Daniel's into his bag and steals a couple of chocolate bars from the fridge, they were the only thing in there apart from a tiny bit of milk in the bottom of a bottle, a pack of butter and an unopened block of cheese.
After searching through the whole house keeping away from exposed windows he also collects up a leather purse full of cash along with a couple of mobile phones, some trinkets he knows is valuable and some fancy jewellery from one of the bedrooms. To leave he heads for the child's room while dropping chocolate bar wrappers wherever he pleases then throws a leg over the window cill and slips back onto the ledge; he shuts the window gently and makes his way down leaving the house as it was apart from the stolen goods and the Lego models. When in the garden he clambers over the wall into the alley behind and hurries off into the cold night trying to stop his bag from making too much noise as he runs.